Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

Fengcheng.

When Song Yizhi and the young man came back, they found that the atmosphere in the city was a bit tense, and there was a feeling that a storm was coming.

In Fengcheng, almost everyone knows Song Yizhi.

Song Yizhi caused a commotion as soon as he appeared.

There were several strange old men who came before Mr. Feng.

"Miss Fengzhi, come with us." One of the old men said with a smile, staring at Song Yizhi with a sharp gaze.

Song Yizhi raised his hand and rubbed his wrist.

Several old men nearby quickly gathered around, apparently planning to take action if Song Yizhi didn't agree.

The young man following Song Yizhi whispered, "What should we do?"

Looking at the young man who had raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword behind him, the eyes of the several old men became more and more gloomy, and the pressure spreading around them forced the passers-by around them to retreat.

"Guys, are you declaring war with the Feng family?" Old Feng's gentle voice sounded.

Following Feng Lao came several elders of the Feng family and a group of guards.

Suddenly, these old men were surrounded by the Feng family.

Song Yizhi looked at Mr. Feng, who was striding towards him, and gave him a shallow smile, "Uncle."

"You're back?" Feng Lao's voice suddenly became gentle. Seeing Song Yizhi who was still in good spirits, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Yizhi rolled his eyes.

"Where do you guys want to invite me to?" Song Yizhi seemed to know nothing.

Feng Lao looked at Song Yizhi and couldn't grasp for a moment how much information she had found out during this trip, so he could only say, "Maybe he is interested in what you have in his hand."

Song Yizhi said 'Oh', "Then go back."

Feng Lao responded and sent a team of guards to send her back.

Seeing that Song Yizhi was about to leave, the old men couldn't hold it any longer, but they couldn't speak loudly in public.

Feng family.

The few old men who were invited over looked at the young man on the main seat with a sinister look.

"You should be on the same team as me!" One of the old men took the lead in attacking, "Don't you want to go out!"

Mr. Feng sat in the main seat, indifferent to this.

"Mr. Feng, as long as Fengzhi and those people are allowed to sacrifice, we can open the passage and leave this prison!"

"The human cultivators who come in this time are basically in our hands. As long as you send Fengzhi, it's safe for us to go out!"

……

Mr. Feng looked at these crazy old men with a pale expression.

These people have already gone crazy.

"So what if I can't get out?" The gentle voice suddenly became overbearing and powerful, "Send the branches to her for sacrifice? Oh, I can kill all of you before that."

If you can't get out, you won't be able to get out, and the worst-case scenario is death!
"Huh? Kill us?" One of the old men seemed to have heard a fantasy. He couldn't help laughing, "Only you? Or with your Phoenix Clan blood?"

"Lao Feng, we salute you, Lao Feng, do you really think you are very strong!"

In an instant, the coercion exerted by everyone in the room shattered the room.

"boom--"

Several spiritual powers attacked Feng Lao.

When Song Yizhi came over, most of the Feng family had been affected and collapsed.

"Certainly."

A light voice sounded.

In an instant, everyone present felt that they could not move.

Song Yizhi, who had just learned how to speak and speak, launched an indiscriminate attack, and Feng Lao and the young man were unable to move.

The old men who were unable to move looked at Song Yizhi, who was slowly approaching, with panic in their eyes.

They have lived for a long time, so they naturally know that this is the spirit of speech.

The only ones who may control the spirit of speech are...gods!
Is this a god? !
In an instant, those frightened eyes became fanatical.

Gods are omnipotent! They can go out! !
The crazy look of those old men made Song Yizhi frown.

It was these monsters who were greedy for life and afraid of death at first, but later desperately wanted to get out, and almost caused a catastrophe for their own selfish desires!
"Can I send them to see the Beast God?"

When he heard the calm voice, Feng Lao found that he could move. "It's not impossible." A clear and clear voice sounded.

The young man walked up and stood behind Song Yizhi.

"Zhizhi, the monk who came in this time was caught by them." Old Feng's gentle voice sounded, "I'm afraid all your friends are here."

Song Yizhi clicked his tongue in displeasure.

These damn old things.

"My God, please send us out! We will keep those monks safe and sound!" An old man threatened.

Song Yizhi raised his hand and slapped him in the air.

Looking at the old man who smashed into the wall, Feng Lao raised his eyebrows slightly.

This temper...

"Negotiate terms with me?" Song Yizhi smiled, "Do you have the qualifications?"

The bloodline pressure that unfolded simultaneously made the old men kneel down, and the ground was stunned by their ripples.

As a member of the Feng clan, Feng Lao was secretly horrified by Song Yizhi's bloodline suppression.

The extremely terrifying bloodline suppression made him feel uncomfortable.

Song Yizhi spread her consciousness to cover the entire Fengcheng, and she instantly locked onto the positions of those people.

"boom--"

This shot shook the entire Fengcheng.

Feng Lao's eyelids twitched.

When the people who were tied up in the dungeon were discussing how to save themselves, the white tassel gun falling from the sky opened the cell door.

? ?
Han Zhengchu, who was about to use a magic weapon to break open the cell door, was stunned again and again.

"It's sister!" Song Yiyue quickly took out her long sword, looked at several figures approaching quickly, raised her sword and killed them.

"Dang Cang——"

The sound of the bell was very sudden. The moment the illusion unfolded, Song Yiyue had already sent several people to see the beast god.

Han Zhengchu and others quickly started moving.

The white tassel gun that made a dent also moved.

A group of people followed Bai Yingqiang to the shabby Feng family.

At this time, the Feng family was in a lively mood.

Before this group of people came over, the old men who came one after another to catch Song Yizhi came to lie down one by one, and one of them fell asleep.

Mr. Feng stood aside with the elders beside him, looking a little reserved.

Looking at the... people on the ground, Song Yiyue stepped forward without ceremony and ran towards her sister.

Hundreds of people came, and the already crowded front yard was a little crowded.

"Are you all here?" Song Yizhi asked, then held the white tassel gun that flew over.

Han Zhengchu looked at the half-dead old man on the ground and didn't know what to say for a moment.

A group of them were arrested not long after they left Lingcheng.

It’s not that they are useless, the monks who came to capture them were all old men above the Ninth Realm. In the hands of the Ninth Realm Venerable, their group would have no other option but to wait for death.

During this period of time in the dungeon, more and more monks were arrested, and most of these monks were basically acquaintances.

Just when they were planning to escape from prison collectively, Song Yizhi took action.

"Disciples from all sects are basically here." Han Zhengchu and Song Yizhi said.

The monks here today are basically the unlucky ones who were forced to enter. As for the monks who came in on their own initiative, there are not many.

Qingjun looked at the place after the war, which was dilapidated and collapsed.

Before they came, there was a big battle here.

In fact, there was no war at all, only unilateral crushing.

Song Yizhi nodded.

"Zhizhi, the first members of each tribe are here." Feng Lao and Song Yizhi said.

Song Yizhi responded and spun the white tassel gun in his hand. (End of chapter)