Sword Emperor in the city

Chapter 16 Zhao Mingming

With a sound of "buzz", the rotating gossip disk opened, and a small sword flew out from it. The small sword had big fingers and was yellow all over. The hilt was a gossip, very sharp.

Zhuge Jie sneered slightly at the corner of his mouth, raised his hand, and slammed it on top of the little sword. With this push, the little sword flew out like a bullet, pointing directly at Liu Feifan's eyebrow.

high speed.

This was everyone's first feeling. Even though everyone possessed all kinds of supernatural powers, they still faintly felt frightened. With such a fast speed, even if they were prepared, they might not be able to avoid it, right?

The little sword is not only fast, but also extremely sharp. It is definitely not a problem to pierce Liu Feifan's head.

Jin Miaoshi turned pale with fright, he didn't expect Zhuge Jie to make a move, or to kill him, can Liu Feifan dodge it?

Thinking about it for a moment, Jin Miaoshi didn't care about coming down. If Liu Feifan couldn't escape and died, he would die. If one or two people died, the Jin family would not take it seriously.

If he escaped, it can only be said that Liu Feifan's arrogance and domineering were not groundless, and he also recognized the insult he received on the street before.

The strange people and strangers around all have different eyes from ordinary people, so it is natural to see that at such a close distance and at such a fast speed, it is too difficult to dodge, and even if they dodge, they will not be unscathed.

"As expected of the famous Master Zhuge, this attack is really shocking!"

"Can this kid dodge this attack? I don't think so!"

"Hiding in the past can only mean that he is not an ordinary person. He has the capital of arrogance. If he can't hide in the past, he will have to suffer for himself!"

While everyone was watching all this nervously and marveling at Zhuge Jie's extraordinaryness, Liu Feifan shook his head. It seemed that if he didn't show these people today why Hua'er was so popular, no one would think highly of him.

Liu Feifan smiled disapprovingly, raised his hand suddenly, and unhurriedly slapped the little sword that was about to pierce his head to the ground, and said lightly: "It's too slow, as slow as a snail!"

With a sound of "ding", the scene suddenly seemed to be quiet, and the air seemed to stop flowing. Everyone's eyes widened, their mouths were slightly open, and they looked at the little sword on the ground in disbelief, and at Liu Feifan's disdainful expression. Face.

slow?This is still slow?It's better than a bullet, right?
Just like that, Zhuge Jie's little sword fell to the ground with one slap?So calmly resolved the crisis?
Liar?

Everyone rubbed their eyes, their faces were full of shock, both shocked and amazed, how did Liu Feifan do it?

Jin Miaoshi swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, he never expected that Liu Feifan would resolve the crisis like this.

Zhuge Jie was even more stunned, was this really his own attack?Really give someone a palm to resolve it?
He didn't believe it, and he didn't dare to believe it. He instantly felt that the sky was falling, and his world was shattered.

Before Zhuge Jie could react, there was a sudden "pop", and there was a burning pain on his face, which made his face contort.

"You hit me in the face?"

Zhuge Jie looked at Liu Feifan who was shaking his hands in disbelief, angry and shocked at the same time.

Everyone was even more surprised. Liu Feifan slapped Zhuge Jie without the slightest hesitation. Wasn't it too crazy?
Liu Feifan said disapprovingly: "You are going to kill me, what if I slap you? Not convinced? Let's fight?"

Jin Miaoshi is about to cry, and is about to kneel down to Liu Feifan, please restrain your domineering temper, how will this end for him?He didn't dare to offend on his side.

"Face is given by others, but face is lost by you.

This world is not your world, Mr. Zhuge!

It's best not to mess with me again, otherwise I don't mind killing you, whatever Zhuge's family you are, rubbish! "

Liu Feifan dropped his words, knocked Zhuge Jie away and walked into the Heavenly Palace on his own, leaving everyone shocked.

The word trash rang in Zhuge Jie's ears like thunder, making his face tremble, and the left side of his face was completely swollen.

Jin Miaoshi didn't know what to say, patted Zhuge Jie on the shoulder to catch up to Liu Feifan, and followed behind him like a younger brother, not daring to say anything more.

Zhuge Jie turned around with a ferocious face, and looked at Liu Feifan's trembling back, with mixed emotions in his heart and burning with anger.

"Liu Feifan, just wait, I will make you look good!" Zhuge Jie shouted angrily in his heart, gnashing his teeth.

The people around just shook their heads, no one stepped forward to comfort him, and no one said anything, most of them were still immersed in Liu Feifan's palm.

Tiangong is worthy of being Tiangong. Just a living room is the size of a football field, with a height of more than ten meters, and there are oak willows and rockery fountains in it.

Under the willow tree and next to the fountain, there is a long table more than ten meters long. The table is full of famous delicacies from mountains and seas. The aroma alone is enough to make people feel their taste buds are flying, and some of them are nationally protected animals.

It was getting late, at six or seven o'clock, the sun was setting, and the fiery red sky covered the ground like a quilt. Liu Feifan looked up and found that the roof was originally covered with a piece of glass, and the fiery red sky was clearly visible.

It's a place where rich people live.

Jin Miaoshi asked Liu Feifan to sit down, and there were a monk and a Taoist priest sitting on both sides of the seat.

The monk is already old, with a beard like hair, white beard hanging down to his chest, kind-hearted, wearing a brand-new cassock, with a Buddhist staff beside him, clasped his hands, and looks solemn.

But the Taoist priest is a fat man in his early twenties, wearing a loose Taoist robe, a Taoist hat, and a wooden sword behind his back. His chubby face is full of smiles, staring at the dishes on the table, they are all dripping. Saliva.

The fat Taoist priest looks a bit wretched, but his strength is definitely good. Liu Feifei can feel that his strength is the top two people among the strange people present, and the person who ranks first is Liu Feifan's side. old monk.

The old monk Baoxiang sat on the chair solemnly, with his palms folded, giving people the feeling of a Buddha. Liu Feifan even felt an extremely strong power fluctuation in the old monk's body, and his whole body was like a crater.

Liu Feifan looked at the old monk, and the old monk smiled kindly at him, and didn't say anything. On the contrary, the fat Taoist priest didn't recognize himself at all. Seeing him looking at him, he actually started to introduce himself.

"My name is Zhao Mingming. I am from the Sanqing Daoist Temple in Wanli Mountain under the tutelage of the Patriarch of Sanqing. Master asked me to go down the mountain to help Mr. Jin. What about you?" The fat Taoist grinned, glanced at Liu Feifan, and then stared at the table The delicacies of mountains and seas swallowed saliva.

The black line on Liu Feifei's head, shouldn't Taoist priests be ascetic?Why are you so interested in meat?
Liu Feifan said: "Liu Feifan, a cultivator who has become a monk halfway!"

Hearing the word cultivator, not only Zhao Mingming was stunned, but even the old monk next to him visibly trembled, his squinted eyes widened suddenly, and golden lights flashed.

"A cultivator? He is a cultivator? No way?"

"Is it really a cultivator? Didn't it mean that the current cultivators only exist in the twelve families?
He is from the twelve families? "

(End of this chapter)