city ​​spirit pupil

Fu Qingyang smiled coldly when he saw the Blood Flame Claw, the iconic attack method of Poxitu.He gently pulled Jennifer to his back, and then lightly slapped Positu with the Wuyin Sect's unique Cangxu palm.

Fu Qingyang's palm seemed to have no strength whatsoever.Poxitu couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw that Fu Qingyang used such soft and weak palms.He felt that when the opponent's soft palm touched his blood flame claws, his tendons would be broken immediately.

Jennifer standing behind Fu Qingyang didn't know martial arts, but she also felt that Fu Qingyang's palm was too soft and weak, while Posito's claw was full of strength, just the strong wind blowing her cheeks. It's a dull pain.Therefore, Jennifer was very worried that Fu Qingyang would not be Posito's opponent.

The rest of the blood servants showed faint excitement. As the blood servants, they are absolutely loyal to Posito. Seeing that the momentum of the blood flame claws used by the master completely suppressed it, Fu Qingyang defeated the opponent for only a moment, so naturally they were all happy for the master. .

"Pfft!" Finally, under the tense or expectant gazes of the crowd, Fu Qingyang's Zangxu palm lightly collided with Poxitu's Blood Flame Claw.

There was no loud noise or grandiose scene as everyone imagined, and there was no such thing as broken bones.As soon as Poxitu's blood flame claw touched Fu Qingyang's Zangxu palm, it felt as if it was wrapped in a layer of cotton wool and all its strength was worn away.Just at this very moment.The strong wind in the hall disappeared in an instant.

"En!" Posito's face suddenly turned red.With a muffled grunt, he took a few steps back.

Except for Fu Qingyang, everyone was a little confused about the situation. Poxitu's mighty moves suddenly became silent and he kept retreating.

"Could it be that the master let him in on purpose?" A blood servant thought wisely.

At this time, Posito's internal organs seemed to be pricked by a needle, and the pain was severe, and his blood was surging all over his body.Although he tried his best to suppress the surging energy and blood, but Fu Qingyang's Zangxu palm was so strong that he suffered serious internal injuries.In the end, I couldn't suppress it.

"Wow!" Positu spit out a mouthful of blood with his mouth open, Venus falling in front of his eyes, shaking his body twice.It was not easy to stabilize and not fall down on the spot.

The blood servants next to him panicked and didn't understand how their master was injured by the light palm of this oriental man. They rushed to Posito's side to support the tottering Lord Earl.

Jennifer was overjoyed. She witnessed the magic of the Chinese people again. In her opinion, Fu Qingyang's palm turned decay into magic, performing a scene like a myth.

"Your Excellency is really good at it!" With the support of the blood servant, Poxitu looked at Fu Qingyang with some trepidation.However, what was revealed in his eyes was not admiration. On the contrary, there was still a sinister look in his eyes.

"I don't dare to be but it's more than enough to deal with you." Fu Qingyang said coldly.

"I admit that I am not your opponent, but I can clearly tell you that London is the territory of our blood race. Do you think you can compete with the entire blood race?" Although Posito was defeated, he was still arrogant.

In Posito's heart.Although he was only an earl, he felt that his status was much more noble because he was a blood relative of Timos.Posito thought that he could not be just an earl forever, he would definitely become a marquis eventually.Maybe he will become a duke or even a blood prince.Therefore.Being defeated by Fu Qingyang didn't make him depressed, all he had was hatred and he was still arrogant and didn't look like a loser at all. ()

"Of course I don't want to compete with the entire blood race. I know you don't seem to be an ordinary earl. You should have a special identity. But in my opinion, an earl is an earl. It is never possible to stand at the top of a super power to influence the entire ethnic group. That is to say, you wave Xitu can't represent the blood race, so it's better not to talk big in front of me." Fu Qingyang said with a sneer.

In the past, Fu Qingyang actually came into contact with several blood clans. Francis, whom he met in New York, was almost the most honorable blood clan grand duke besides Timos.Therefore, it is impossible for him who has seen high-level blood races to put a mere Positu in his eyes.The reason is very simple. Those who have seen the sea will no longer be surprised by the vastness of the lake.

"Okay, I don't have time to stay here with you now, I hope you can take care of yourself." Fu Qingyang turned around and pulled Jennifer to leave.

Poxitu's face was serious, he didn't want Fu Qingyang to just slip away because he felt that reinforcements were coming soon.However, there was no power to stop Fu Qingyang, and he was also afraid that if he really angered Fu Qingyang, the other party would kill him regardless of the consequences.So Poxito could only watch Fu Qingyang leave.

But just when Fu Qingyang was about to walk to the door, he suddenly heard a voice of yin: "Is it possible that you can come and leave whenever you want to the castle of our blood clan?"

Before the words finished speaking, three people appeared at the entrance of the main hall.Fu Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the purple light in his pupils flickered, and he immediately saw the person's cultivation level clearly.The other three standing at the front, one with blue psionic energy and a strong sharpness, is a genuine Duke of the Blood Race.

Standing behind this blood-blooded duke are two blood-blooded marquises, one fat and the other thin, both at the peak of the marquis period.If the three of them have anything in common, it is that they are handsome, even the fat man is very handsome.And it was the thin Marquis who spoke just now.

"Honorable Duke of Akazain, your arrival has made my castle shine. You must punish this evil oriental man for your subordinates." Posito was overjoyed. Originally, he thought that if the reinforcements were only a marquis Can't deal with Fu Qingyang, he's fine now, the duke is here in person, so no matter how powerful Fu Qingyang is, he can only catch him without a fight.

Fu Qingyang wondered inwardly. He already knew that Positu sent someone to rescue soldiers, but he never thought that this guy would have such energy that even the Duke of Blood could come.It seems that Positou's identity needs to be reassessed. This guy's identity is definitely not trivial.

In fact, Fu Qingyang really looked up to Poxitu. Although Poxitu is a direct blood relative of Dimos, his status in the blood clan is very respected, but he is still not respected to the extent that he can move the Duke of the blood clan.You must know that any blood clansman who can cultivate to the duke stage is not a person with pure blood.And Akazain is the purest bloodline among the bloodlines.Therefore, in terms of identity, Akazain's identity is much more respected than that of Posito.

Perhaps Akazain would look up to Positou because of his blood relative status, but he would definitely not be driven by a mere Positou.In fact, this time Alkazain took a servant to the city to play because he stayed in the castle and chatted so much.As a result, he happened to meet the blood marquis Astana, that is, the skinny marquis.Astana respectfully invited Akazain to rest in his castle and said that he had found two top-quality women for Akazain to enjoy.

Although Akazain didn't care about the two women, he simply went to Astana's castle to have fun after chatting anyway.As a result, it happened that Positu sent someone to Astana for help.

After Akazain learned about this, he immediately became interested. He felt that instead of staying in the castle boringly, it would be better to go and see who was so holy who dared to provoke the noble blood in London.So Alkazain took his blood servant, the fat Marquis Augustin, and Astana to the castle of Posito.

"I'm Akazain, the Duke of Blood. I don't know who you are, why did you want to hurt Posito?" Akazain felt that it was time for him to speak. things.

"My name is Your Excellency Fu Qingyang, as a majestic Duke of blood, don't you feel ashamed to be driven by a little count?" Fu Qingyang intentionally mocked Akazain.

In fact, Fu Qingyang already knew Akazain's identity when he heard Poxitu call out Akazain's name.When he came to the blood race before, he learned about the situation of the blood race from Ling Xuguan, including the situation of Akazain.

"How could Poxitu drive me? It's just because I want to watch the fun." Akazain was not angry at Fu Qingyang's words, but explained calmly.

When Fu Qingyang heard Akazain's words, he immediately realized that he seemed to think highly of Posito just now. It seemed that Akazain didn't think highly of Posito.

Posito showed a embarrassed expression after hearing Alkazain's words.He was also very surprised when he saw that Akazain came over in person just now, and he felt that he was taking too much face, and he was a little complacent.But now, hearing Akazain's explanation, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, knowing that he was being self-indulgent.

Jennifer, who was standing next to Fu Qingyang, was worried that she had heard Posito address Akazain.Although Jennifer is just an ordinary person who doesn't know much about the internal affairs of the blood clan, she also knows that the Duke is much bigger than the Earl.Originally, an earl was enough to cause headaches, but now there is a big man, a blood duke, how can he deal with it.Therefore, Jennifer's face was ashen, and she felt that this time she was dead. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qn) to vote and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation.)