God-level Grandmaster of Martial Arts

However, today is different from the past. If Ying Zheng really doesn't agree, Hu Hai doesn't mind taking the last step. After all, the Mo family attacked the mirage today and gave him a very good reason.

But, with Ying Zheng's personality, would he be so submissive?

That's obviously impossible!

"Very good, you are indeed very smart, you know how to win over and exclude others, but your smartness is in the wrong direction."

Ying Zheng looked into the depths of the sea, put his hands on his back, and said indifferently: "If you hurt your elder brother, the widow can open one eye or close one eye, you conspire to assassinate the widow, and blame your elder brother, the widow can tolerate it, but you You shouldn't extend your fangs to the widow, because everything you have is given by the widow, and since it can be given to you, the widow can... take it back!"

In the end, Ying Zheng's voice became indifferent and ruthless, like a mansion aloft, without the slightest emotion.

"Big brother, big brother again, in your heart, no matter how hard I try, I can't be compared with big brother. I already knew that as long as he was there, you would never pass the throne to me. I really regret that I didn't kill him. Lose!"

"Shut up! Hu Hai, don't force the widow to kill you!" Ying Zheng's eyes were cold and murderous.

It was like a real murderous aura, as if the air was imprisoned, making it hard to breathe.

Donghuang Taiyi smiled, his body trembled slightly, and an invisible momentum rose up, completely eliminating the murderous aura emanating from Ying Zheng.

The two sides stood facing each other, an inexplicable aura was passing on, and the struggle for power within the empire was completely stimulated.

At this moment, a bird chirping suddenly came from the sky, and the sound was extremely loud, breaking the atmosphere of the scene.

"Ying Zheng, it seems that the internal struggle of your empire is getting more and more exciting."

Wang Feng's voice came from the air. At this moment, he was standing on top of a big snow-white bird.

That big bird is Bai Feng's pet.

Beside Wang Feng, there were still two people standing, Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie.

The three jumped down from the big bird and landed on the platform with ease, forming a triangular confrontation with Ying Zheng and Hu Hai.

"Wang Feng!"

Two words popped out of Ying Zheng's mouth. These two words have appeared in his mind countless times in the past three years, but more than three years have passed. This is their first time in more than three years. Positive conversation.

"To be remembered by the First Emperor for so many years, it seems that I, Wang Feng, are well-known and honored."

"However, compared to three years ago, His Majesty the First Emperor doesn't seem to have a good time. Now you, the betrayal and separation of relatives, such a taste, think about it, it's not easy."

Wang Feng said with a hint of teasing.

"Hmph, it's just a clown jumping on the beam, how can a widow take it to heart?" Ying Zheng cast a slight glance at Dong Huang and the others, and said coldly. .

Text Chapter 1: Hu Hai vs Ying Zheng (3/[-])

In Ying Zheng's eyes, these people were nothing but clowns jumping on the beam. Of course, except for one Dong Huang Taiyi, who was slightly apprehensive, the rest of the people were all idiots.

You must know that Ying Zheng's strength was already at the peak of the peerless triple heaven three years ago. Three years later, as long as he didn't give up his martial arts training, he would definitely be more powerful.

As for what level he has reached today, we will only know after the fight.

"Eighteenth Prince, since His Majesty doesn't take us in his eyes, let him see your strength, lest His Majesty think that you can only grow under his wings."

Zhao Gao had a gloomy face, with a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, and on the tip of his finger, a black spider was crawling, looking very evil.

From the time Hu Hai was sensible, Ying Zheng gave him training and asked him to be Hu Hai's teacher, learning martial arts and knowledge. More than ten years have passed, and only Zhao Gao knows how much Hu Hai is capable.

Hearing this, Hu Hai showed a sneer, those strange eyes flashing light, bloodthirsty and crazy.

He slowly walked towards Ying Zheng, stopped ten feet away from Ying Zheng, and said, "Father, your strength three years ago reached the peak of the peerless triple, I don't know what level you have reached now? It's better, let Erchen verify it."

boom!

In the air, two air currents suddenly appeared, one red and the other blue. The air currents spun out and swelled instantly, containing terrifying power.

When everyone saw it, their expressions changed one after another. No one expected that this seemingly cynical and innocent eighteenth prince actually possessed such a strong internal strength.

Only Zhao Gao and Dong Huangtai blinked, and with their martial arts attainments, it was not difficult to distinguish Hu Hai's cultivation.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Feng's mouth. This Hu Hai's strength is really good, and he actually possesses the cultivation level of the peerless Fourth Layer. At this age, it is not easy to reach such a level.

However, judging from the strength of Hu Hai's shot, there are obvious deficiencies. This is definitely not the strength that he cultivated by himself, but should be aided by external forces.

The most likely thing is that Zhao Gao used some special method to give Hu Hai such tyrannical internal power.

Although it seems to be extremely tyrannical, this kind of power obtained by external force, or even special methods, definitely has great flaws.

The two air currents spun and moved directly towards Ying Zheng. At such a close distance, the only way was to make a hard connection!

Chill!

The air seemed to be divided into two, and an extremely sharp and dazzling sword energy flashed through the air, and the two cyclones were directly decomposed and dissipated.

Ying Zheng still carried his hands on his back, as if he hadn't moved.

Hu Hai frowned slightly, and his figure moved instantly. Two rays of light radiated from his palms, the left hand was blue, the right hand was red, and a palm knife fell towards Ying Zheng.

bang bang bang...

The palms of the two flew continuously, blasting in the air, and invisible air currents broke through the shackles and quickly spread out towards all directions.

The floor and guardrail made of iron wood on the top floor were actually shaken apart by the palms of the two, turning into a sky full of powder, flying downward.

boom!

Ying Zheng shot out with a palm, and Hu Hai slammed his fists. The two forces collided fiercely, and the true air flowed in circles, forming three distinct colors.