The Dragon from Hell

Han Qiusheng didn't say much after hearing what Qin Feng said, but just nodded, but his eyes suddenly darkened, and he had murderous intentions.

Qin Feng's eyes returned to Meng Changfeng and others, and he felt bored: "President Meng, if this is what you call the trial, then it seems that there is no point in staying here today. If you don't do it, then I'll take my leave."

After saying that, Qin Feng stood up directly, not giving face to the people present at all.

Today's so-called trial meeting can no longer proceed, because Qin Feng has no intention of reasoning with them at all.

But if Qin Feng really walks out so swaggeringly, even if the media on the scene does not report it, people outside will know the result of today.

At that time, this trial meeting will become a complete joke.

If Meng Changfeng cannot make Qin Feng pay a certain price today, he will not be the president of the Wumeng.

So when Qin Feng stood up, his eyes darkened instantly, and his aura surged. A gust of wind came from outside the conference room and rushed straight to Qin Feng's face!

Qin Feng's eyes condensed when he saw this, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Dragon Lord, be careful!"

Han Qiusheng subconsciously wanted to block Qin Feng, but Xuanyuan Feng got there first, and the black forest was unsheathed, and the crisp sound of the sword resounded throughout the conference room.

——Dang!

Xuanyuan Feng raised his sword to block, and the vibration of the air directly made the black forest tremble.

At the same time, Qin Feng suddenly turned around and raised his hand to meet Meng Changfeng's sudden punch.

Meng Changfeng's iron wire fist was fierce and fierce. Compared with him, the iron wire fist used by Wu Mian before was much inferior in strength and speed.

The power of the early stage of the earth realm was instantly unfolded, and the windows of the entire conference room began to tremble wildly, and then exploded instantly!

Qin Feng took the punch with his back-dragon hand, holding Meng Changfeng's fist in his palm, and did not retreat!

Meng Changfeng's body was suspended in the air, while Qin Feng was on the ground. When they looked into each other's eyes, there was a lot of murderous intent!

The celebrities and nobles present were all shocked by the sudden confrontation between the two, and the bodyguards of each family stepped forward to protect them.

Only the old lady of the Ye family watched this scene without changing her expression, but the hand holding the cane secretly tightened.

Qin Shaofeng and Xu Juan next to her were terrified, and the two hugged each other and watched this scene in horror.

Before, they had only heard about the rich life of the rich, but they had never thought that they could see such a shocking scene just by attending a "banquet".

A few days ago, they thought Qin Feng was just a small figure who came to curry favor with the Ye family.

They already regarded themselves as members of the Ye family, and naturally they were superior to Qin Feng.

But they didn't expect Qin Feng to be so powerful. The two of them broke out in a cold sweat instantly. They couldn't imagine what would happen if they really angered Qin Feng that day!

Ye Linyuan squinted at Qin Feng slightly, with a faint expectation in his eyes: If Qin Feng died in the hands of others, it would not be his fault.

Unfortunately, Qin Feng's realm had already proved that it was not a virtual battle when he fought with Guigu Liuli.

Although Meng Changfeng was strong and had once been a fierce general of the Martial God Hall and one of the direct disciples of Mr. Chu, the gap in realm could not be made up by experience.

Just as Qin Feng said before, after the Earth Realm Grandmaster, it belongs to the realm of genius.

When you reach this realm, you will find that hard work is worthless in front of talent, and the same is true for experience.

Perhaps enough experience can make up for a little gap in realm, but it is only a little.

But after the Earth Realm, even if it is only half a realm, the gap is more than a little.

Qin Feng held Meng Changfeng's fist expressionlessly, and the aura around him enveloped him in an instant, making Meng Changfeng feel cold all over.

"It seems that President Meng still doesn't want me to leave... What, have you finally found the right way to judge?"

Qin Feng sneered and said coldly: "Only the strong are qualified to say the word "judgment" to the weak. If President Meng can keep me today, then I am willing to accept your so-called judgment. How about it?"

At the moment of fighting with Qin Feng, Meng Changfeng had already shed a drop of cold sweat.

However, when he just collided, there was only one word in his mind: strong, too strong!

Even though he claimed to have more than 20 years of experience than Qin Feng, he had to admit that this young man who was more than 20 years younger than him was actually an object he could not defeat.

Even now that the two of them had physical contact, he did not dare to retreat easily.

Others only saw their physical contact, but saw that the auras of the two people had already collided crazily.

In this case, as long as one party had the intention to retreat, the other partywill pounce on him.

In other words, only Qin Feng can take the initiative to leave the battle, and he cannot, otherwise he will only be at a disadvantage.

Although he is already at a disadvantage now.

In the stalemate, Meng Changfeng turned his head slightly and glanced at Huang Jiang.

The latter understood and knew that it was time for him to appear.

His knife was placed at his feet. The blade was as wide as the palm of two adult men and about five centimeters thick.

The handle was wrapped with very rough gauze, and the original color of the gauze could no longer be seen. The old brown marks looked like dried blood.

Huang Jiang has always carried this knife with him, but he has never unsheathed it until today.

Now he raised the knife and slapped it hard on the scabbard, and the heavy knife flew out directly.

From the shape, it looks like a bone-cutting knife for slaughtering pigs.

But the moment the knife was unsheathed, the people in the room seemed to hear ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Moreover, there were intricate patterns carved on the blade of the broadsword, which looked like a dragon, but if you looked closely, you would find that it was a Jiao.

The Jiao was carved lifelike, and the gaps between the scales of its entire body were all clotted with dried blood.

After Huang Jiang unsheathed the sword, he rubbed his palm on the blade. The blood did not drip onto the ground, but flowed along the lines of the patterns on the sword to the ruby-inlaid eye on the dragon's head.

At the moment of absorbing the blood, the ruby, which originally looked very ordinary, suddenly lit up, and even emitted a faint red light.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but even the entire blade emitted a faint red mist at this moment.

An extremely uncomfortable atmosphere instantly filled the entire conference hall.

"Evil Eye Tyrant Knife!"

When Han Qiu Sheng saw the knife in his hand, his pupils condensed together, and he was furious. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Huang Jiang: "I didn't expect you to still carry this Evil Eye Tyrant Knife!"