Emperor Wanjian

Chapter 894
Jian Fengyun looked at him, his face was delicate and childish, and his body exuded the aura of a spiritual monarch, and he practiced the exercises of the Holy Court.

When Jian Fengyun looked at him, he smiled provocatively.

"Mahatma, this young man sat first at this table, and I and the others came later, how could you be so rude!" Hanqin said dissatisfied.

After hearing what she said, the faces of everyone at the table changed, and they hurriedly winked at her.

However, the words had already been spoken, seeing Hanqin being so excited, Mahatma's expression became a little ugly.

"Did you not hear me?"

Suddenly, without warning, he shot, one hand stretched out to Jian Fengyun's lapel, or he wanted to grab Jian Fengyun's neck.

No matter what he wanted to do, when his hand was in front of Jian Fengyun, it all failed.

"I heard it, but I won't let it go, get out!"

Jian Fengyun's slender arm was in front of his chest, with slender fingers and well-defined joints, tightly clamping Mahatma's arrogant hand.

Shengxiong was obviously unconvinced, and the aura of the late stage of the Lingjun realm surged out of his body in an instant, crushing Jian Fengyun.

However, Jian Fengyun still had the aura of the peak of the Spirit Emperor Realm, and it seemed that he was almost certain to lose.

The Mahatma circulated his spiritual power, and the wooden board under his feet suffered immediately. The two ends of the wooden block on which his feet were stepping on were lifted and broken from the middle.

The tyrannical power kept gathering in his right hand, but no matter how hard he tried, all the spiritual power seemed to sink into the sea, and he still couldn't move his hand.

It was as if being firmly controlled by Jian Fengyun, unable to break free.

Jian Fengyun was also not seen exerting force, sitting there relaxed and casual, his frail figure showing terrifying strength.

"I don't believe it anymore."

Shengxiong frowned, and the power of law surged in his body, and he was about to release his supernatural powers to attack Jian Fengyun.

However, the power of law in his body disappeared instantly as soon as it was stimulated, and each strand disappeared after being activated, as if it was swallowed by an invisible big mouth.

"get out!"

Jian Fengyun's eyes moved slightly, and with a strong flick, Mahatma's men flew out from the window by the table.

This Mahatma is his target this time. According to the information provided by Wanbaolou, Mahatma is the son of the elder of the outer gate of the Holy Court. He also bullies the good and promotes the evil.

To deal with this kind of person, you don't need to be polite to him, just do it directly.

This situation was beyond everyone's expectations. Mahatma himself failed to stabilize his body in the air in time, but fell into the crowd on the street, causing a lot of shouting and cursing.

"What a powerful force!"

When Hanqin and the others saw Jian Fengyun casually throwing the late Lingjun stage Mahatma out, they were immediately surprised.

Although the Mahatma is a bit arrogant, his cultivation is considered to be among the best among the younger generation in the God Emperor City, and he is well-known in the God Emperor City.

Not long after, the wooden wall of the window was broken, and Mahatma ran back angrily, staring fiercely at Jian Fengyun.

There was a shocking bruise on his left wrist.

"what happened!"

Seeing that a fierce battle was about to start, there were uniform footsteps coming from the stairs.

A group of well-equipped soldiers entered the sight of people on the second floor.

Jian Fengyun just glanced at it, and knew that these soldiers and the Mahatma were all the same, because they all exuded the aura of the Holy Academy's exercises.

Now they were frowning, as if a dark cloud was approaching.

"Mahatma has an older brother who serves as the captain of the guard in God Emperor City."

The news recorded in the information suddenly appeared in Jian Fengyun's mind.

"It's you who are making trouble?"

The soldier captain shouted and asked, his eyes locked on Jian Fengyun.

Immediately, he led a team to surround Jian Fengyun, including Han Qin and others.

"Speak clearly." The soldier captain said without doubt.

Shengxiong walked behind the captain, with a smug expression on his face, looking at Jian Fengyun with a ruthless expression.

"It's over, this person is going to be finished, he doesn't know, is Mahatma's brother serving as the captain of the guard in God Emperor City?"

"That's right, even if Brother Sheng An doesn't take action, Mahatma's father is the great elder of the outer gate of the Holy Academy, Sheng Tianyun. As long as his father says a word, this man will probably die on the street."

Around the teahouse, whispers began to discuss, looking at Jian Fengyun, his eyes were full of sympathy.

Jian Fengyun didn't want to say anything more, and said calmly: "What's there to say, Captain Sheng'an."

"You know my identity and dare to do something to my brother, take him away!"

That Saint Ann snorted coldly, then waved his hand and ordered.

The soldiers behind rushed up like wolves and tigers, and were about to grab Jian Fengyun's arm and escort him away.

"Don't bother, I'll go by myself."

Jian Fengyun glanced away, then broke free from the soldiers' hands and stood among them.

"You'd better not play tricks!"

Sheng'an glanced at Jian Fengyun coldly, and then turned to Han Qin behind him, which seemed to have a deep meaning.

"It's over, it's over, Sheng'an is obviously eyeing us. We didn't stop that man from attacking Mahatma, and he will definitely be targeted by him in the city in the future."

"Our Han family has been suppressed by the Holy Court. The Patriarch has repeatedly told us not to provoke anyone in the Holy Court. Now not only have we provoked him, but he is also the son of the elder of the Holy Court."

After Jian Fengyun was taken away, the three people around her immediately looked at Jian Fengyun's back with mournful faces.

"Don't say that, this young master offended Mahatma because of us. If we hadn't sat here, Mahatma wouldn't have had a dispute with him, let alone fight." Hanqin was also very guilty, although Jian Fengyun She didn't suffer a loss now, but she knew that once she was taken away by Sheng'an and the others, it would be bad luck.

"My eldest lady, don't say that, let's go, if the elders in the family hear about this, then we won't be able to eat and walk away."

A woman beside Hanqin got up immediately, took her hand and said.

"Yes, hurry up, don't wait for the Mahatma to come back and make trouble, it will be really troublesome then."

The two people on the side also looked nervous and authentic.

After speaking, they stood up and left the teahouse.

They are members of the Han family. Although they are not afraid of the members of the Holy Court on the surface, the Holy Court has obviously suppressed the Han family these years. If the Holy Court wants to force it, the Han family will not be able to resist.

"When that guy was taken away just now, his face was still so calm."

"Don't you know how powerful Mahatma is?"

"It's possible that the seat by the window where he sat at the beginning was the place where Miss Han's family often sat. This Mahatma loves that Hanqin, so every time Miss Han came to have tea, he would follow him. Over time, that one No one dared to sit at the table, I didn't expect this kid to sit there from the beginning."

"This is the fearlessness of the ignorant."

Hanqin walked out of the teahouse and passed by those.
(End of this chapter)