"You... How dare you... I'm from Zhangjia!" Zhangjiashenwangjing roared ferociously after stopping the bleeding of his arm.

"Pa..." Ye Wufeng's claws have been clasped on his forehead.

"Stop, I'm deacon Zhang!" He cried in horror.

"Oh, I see." Ye Wufeng said faintly.

"Creak... Creak!" The head of the divine king of Zhangjia has begun to collapse and burst like a crisp sound.

"No... No killing in Shenhuo city." The seven orifices gushing blood King Zhang said with difficulty.

"Eh, it's strange. That's not what you said just now!" Dashao said in surprise, but the action continued without a pause.

"Stop! No murders in Shenhuo city!" This time it was the patrol just now.

"Boom..." the blood burst and a bright throne rose to the sky.

"Ah... How dare you destroy my flesh? I will never die with you." The throne was just a virtual shadow, and he shouted fiercely. He drove the throne and broke the space and was about to leave.

The throne does not perish, the God King does not die, and the God King cannot blink, but the throne can.

"Hehe, if you still want to run and don't die, forget it. You don't have the qualification or the opportunity."

"Boom..."

Ye Wufeng didn't know when he appeared over the throne. He stepped on the throne instantly, like a meteorite falling to the ground.

"Ah... CLICK!" With a scream, the spirits of the king of Zhangjia were destroyed, and even the throne itself was fragmented and scattered on the ground.

"Eh, it's full of energy and King level materials." Ye Wufeng put the materials away with a gentle sigh. The energy spilled out was not wasted and was directly swallowed and absorbed.

"It turns out that the king of killing God has such advantages in seizing the throne. It seems that it might as well be done several times in the future." Feeling that the energy in the body condensed a little more, he said to himself with joy.

Ye Wufeng is not talking nonsense. He really has this plan, because he found that the quality of the broken throne is higher than that of King level materials. At the moment of entering the world, he was robbed and swallowed by his own divine personality. The feeling is that he can't wait. He wasn't so eager to swallow King level materials before.

"Gudong..." seeing this scene, the patrol team immediately swallowed and spit. The deacon of Zhang Jia died, his form and spirit were destroyed, and a divine realm could interrupt the blink of the throne and crush it with one foot. Is this a fucking dream? That's the throne. The throne of the divine king's realm is generally stronger than the divine king's ware of the same level. It was crushed.

"What are you guys doing here?" Ye Wufeng smiled at the patrol team and said that his smile like a spring breeze was several times more terrible than the devil in other people's eyes.

"Well, killing is forbidden in Shenhuo city. Please..." said the patrol captain of four intermediate shenwangjing solemnly. If he hadn't turned a blind eye to Zhang's behavior just now, people really thought he was a good comrade who strictly enforced the law.

"Hum!" Ye Wufeng snorted coldly, directly interrupted him and said, "since you just chose to be silent and ignore, you shouldn't show your head now. You'd better honestly shrink back. Your head is too long and easy to be cut off!" I hate people who bully the soft and fear the hard. If you want to survive, you don't dare to offend Zhang Jia. This is true, but it's normal to ignore it. But if you want to ignore you, you ignore it in the end. Now you jump out again. Do you look like you're bullied?

"You..." the patrol captain looks ugly. He is a middle-term divine Kingdom, and at least he is a patrol captain, representing the official. You are a divine kingdom. You not only kill people in the street, but also dare to sneer at yourself. What's the meaning of retracting your head? Are you calling yourself a shrinking turtle?

"Captain, captain... Let's leave first. There's no need to stand up for Zhang Jia." When he was about to get angry, a member of the team next to him pulled him and whispered.

"Hum!" The patrol captain also calmed down, hummed heavily and said, "something happened in East Street. We'll go there immediately."

"Shh, Shh..." there was a hiss after they left.

"Taoist friend, you'd better run. You killed the deacons of Zhang Jia, the eight families of Shenhuo city. They won't give up. They still have a chance to escape when Zhang Jia's situation is bad and there is no time for him." A thin voice fell into Ye Wufeng's ear.

"Oh, thank you." After all, I don't know each other. It's valuable to be able to send a kind reminder.

When he came to the guild, ye Wufeng couldn't help but pause for a moment because of the majestic breath. The whole guild is a powerful treasure. It's impossible to judge the level. The only thing that can be determined is that it is definitely the existence of the king's artifact, and I don't know whose handwriting it is. I'm afraid it's impossible to break the shenhuang realm, I don't think even my 100 thunderbolts can destroy it.

"Stop! This is the guild of weapon refiners. Stop It was still far from the gate, and he was stopped by two guards.

The later kingdom of God is worthy of the guild of weapon refiners. The four gatekeepers are all in the later kingdom of God. Ye Wufeng can't help but smack his tongue. I'm afraid the most powerful place of weapon refiners is not their strength, but their contacts and status. No wonder no one is willing to provoke them. Once they are hostile, I'm afraid there is no need for the weapon refiner to do it himself. There will be countless strong people in the divine domain to solve it.

"This Taoist friend, I'm here to find someone. There's no malice." Ye Wufeng said with a big harmless smile.

"Who are you looking for?" The guard did not relax his vigilance because of this sincere smile.

"Pang Hu."

"No, I haven't heard of it."

The eldest child was stunned and soon continued: "he also has a nickname called panghu. He is very fat. He came about seven days ago. He is the son of elder pang of your tool refining guild. He came to celebrate his father's birthday. He made an appointment with me to pass the tool refining assessment."

"Oh, you're talking about Pang Hu. He's really the son of elder Pang. His real name is Pang Hu. I just know today. Wait here for a moment. I'll go in and let you know." The guard's attitude of stopping Ye Wufeng immediately eased down. I don't know whether it's because of fat tiger, Pang Changlao, or because the person opposite is likely to be a future weapon refiner.

Before long, a round spherical object rolled out.

"Oh, brother ye, you're here. Fat man, thank you for my chrysanthemums."

"Wipe, can you remove the word 'Chrysanthemum'?" Ye Wufeng's face was black and cold.

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