Ode to the Dragon

"Here I am."

Understatement of the three words, but like the spring thunder, sound, let a person's heart tremble.

Chu Feng's body was as straight as a mountain, and his momentum was so shocking that it made all the guests at the scene gasp for air. The original lively scene was silent for a moment.

Then, Chu Feng's eyes swept, and faintly fell on Wei Zhenlin not far away.

"Just now, you were shouting that you wanted me to get out and die, that I should die without a place to die?"

Wei Zhenlin, who used to be the happiest dancer and the most arrogant and domineering, is just like a chicken in his throat now -

his eyes are staring, his lips are moving, and he can't say a word.

The guests and the children of Wumeng all whispered. Even Wei Zhongxian frowned and was full of displeasure and disappointment.

In this case, Wei Zhenlin could only harden his head and gnash his teeth and say, "chufeng, this is Wumeng. It's not up to you to go wild. I advise you to be good -"

boom!

Before the words fell, Chu Feng clapped with half a palm.

Just for a moment, there was a huge sound -

Wei Zhenlin's whole lower body was photographed directly into the marble floor, and only half of his body was exposed, as if inlaid on the ground.

This -

all the people in the audience were thrilled.

The four heavenly kings of Wumeng are even more cold-blooded.

Wei Zhenlin is the eldest son of 9000 years old. He has already reached the level of martial arts master.

However, he was slapped into the ground by Chu Feng. He had no backhand. How terrible was his strength?

"Just like you, I can run over you easily with one finger and have the right to bark in front of me?" Chu Feng's eyes are like a knife, sweeping Wei Zhenlin indifferently.

Looking down at him with a scanning attitude.

"You say that Jiang Wanjun is just an old man who is over 100 years old and is going to die. But this old man still dares to charge against the 300000 troops of Donghua alone. He can still fight with me for more than ten rounds. You can't even catch me. What qualifications do you have to discuss with Jiang's God of war?"

"You said that the battle of Xiye was the result of the bloody fighting of the soldiers of your military League? I ask you, is there a man from your military alliance who is 200000 soldiers and civilians in Xiye, 80000 soldiers and cavalry in Beilang and 300000 soldiers in Jiangling war zone? "

Chu Feng's words are full of pearls and blood.

"I, I --" Wei Zhenlin's eyes dodged, and he didn't know how to answer.

He can only look at Wei Zhongxian with praying eyes, hoping that he can save himself.

"Answer me."

Chu Feng cold drink a, with a slap in the face out.

A strong wind suddenly, Wei Zhenlin only feel cheek fire. Hot pain, followed by a chill.

His ear was cut off by the palm wind.

"Ao -"

Wei Zhenlin uttered a pitiful howl, and felt Chu Feng's fierce intention to kill him. He could no longer bear it, and began to ask Wei Zhongxian for help, shouting:

"adoptive father, help me

"Enough!"

Wei Zhongxian's two eyebrows were twisted together, and his right foot stepped on the ground gently -

"boom -"

the ground within a hundred meters was cracked and covered with cobwebs, just like an earthquake.

Wei Zhenlin was finally rescued. He came out from the cracked ground. His face was pale and he gasped for breath, as if he had been reborn.

The guests at the scene are so bright that they are worthy of being the leader of the martial arts league. The cultivation of 9000 years old is unfathomable.