Wu Po Jiuxiao

Ye Fantian's face turned cold, and the bodies of Bai Aoqing and Tian Zhiyu tensed up instantly.

They didn't expect at all that Lao Yue Yue actually planned to attack their Gale Dynasty.

When the kings looked at the Gale Dynasty, they couldn't help but have different expressions.

Or ridicule or helplessness or shock or anger...

Many expressions kept changing, and at this time King Jing and many other Martial Kings also began to feel helpless. Although they were a united country, they were powerless in the face of the Martial Lords.

Chi Huang stood by Ye Fantian's side slowly and indifferently, as if I was supporting you. This gesture moved Ye Fantian's heart quite a bit. This person really didn't make friends in vain.

The so-called friends, the preciousness of them can only be realized at the most dangerous moment, and those like King Mirror are only allies in terms of interests.

Of course, Ye Fantian would not blame them. After all, as a martial king-level powerhouse, it is really difficult to fight against a Wujun-level powerhouse, especially the three-phase martial king has basically become their end. If anyone resists, The ending is quite tragic.

"Brahma, don't be impulsive!"

Seeing Ye Fantian's face gradually turn cold, Tian Tian Zhiyu hurriedly persuaded him.

Ye Fantian ignored the other party, but said lightly to Lao Yue Patriarch:

"What do you want, Laoyue?"

A trace of murderous intent flashed from Laozu Laoyue's face. Ye Fantian's threat was not as simple as one point or two. A 17-year-old young Wu Wang was stuck in his throat like a fish bone. Not getting rid of people is a threat to him after all, and it is quite a threat.

"Hehe... I have become a strong man at the level of a Martial Lord. May I ask you, shouldn't you say something?"

Tian Zhiyu's body stepped forward slightly, but it was only a step, but the aura on his body completely exploded. Although the strength of the Batianzong made him very surprised, strictly speaking, it was just a good man. Lucky guy.

The degree to which Laozu Laoyue became a Martial Lord was just an accidental event, but his master Cangjian Martial Lord has occupied this level of Martial Lord for hundreds of years. For hundreds of years, the warrior who hid the sword just went to retreat to ignore the world, but he was still very tyrannical.

Not something his little Yueyue Martial Lord can compare to.

After thinking of these, his face once again showed a faint sternness:

"After my master Cangjian Wujun heard about this, he sent all of us here. Is it possible that Patriarch Laoyue is planning to ask me if the Dafeng Dynasty requires thirty cities?"

The sneer became more and more obvious, but after mentioning the name of Hidden Sword Martial Lord, Patriarch Lao Yue's face changed slightly. I care, but I have to care about the hidden sword warrior, the opponent's strength is not something he can deal with.

However, when he thought of the person behind him, his face showed a serious expression, his robe moved slightly, and the breath of the monarch burst out loudly: