The Spirit of God Million Domain

Chapter 1912, the messenger of the ninety-one

Subsequently, Xu Feng took the giant Taishan and others to occupy the main city of the storm city.

Xu Feng found that this storm city is still very rich.

In the warehouse of the city government, I found nearly 300 million supreme liquid.

Of course, Xu Feng did not kill the people in the storm city.

He kept most of the people, and these people continued to maintain the order of the storm city and the normal operating rules.

As for the very loyal Liupinling emperor, he finally chose to return to the north of the city of Xufeng.

Under the advice of his wife, he joined the city of Beip.

Xu Feng also gave him enough trust.

Rainstorm City is almost the size of the business, let the other party to deal with.

Xu Feng began to count the harvest of the storm city.

He is figuring out how to build a city of storms into a city of refiners, so that many refiners come to the storm city?

He wants to go to the 72nd peak area and bring the trainers of Dantang.

However, he found that this is still somewhat unrealistic.

While Xu Feng was constantly thinking, the footsteps sounded outside the yard.

"The lord, the messenger of the September 1st, asks for it!"

Jing Baobing looked at Xu Feng, he said.

Xu Feng’s face was slightly gloomy, and this ninety-one case is probably not good.

Before that, the September 1st sneaked in the interests of the fishermen. Now he is getting a rainstorm in Beigecheng. I am afraid that the September 1st will not watch.

"Hey, the messenger of the September 1st?"

Xu Feng said: "You are going to bring him to the main hall. I have to look at it. What do you want to do in this ninety-one?"

Not long after, Jing Baobing followed a man with a gray hair, and his cultivation was the refinement of the Emperor Wulingling.

When he came to the main hall, he saw Xu Feng sitting above, and was shocked.

He had long known that the city owner of Beipcheng was very young, but he did not expect to be so young.

"It’s really a bad thing to see. I can’t think of the city owner of Beipcheng, even younger than I thought.”

"In the next Fan Yi, it is the elder of the September 1st. This time, he specially ordered the emperor to come and meet with the city of Beipcheng. There is something to talk about."

Fan Wei stood in the hall, and he said with high anger.

Xu Feng did not trace the opening: "Since you have something to talk to me in September, you should arrange your lord."

"It is inevitable that you will not be sincere enough to arrange such a waste. Do you think I have any reason?"

Xu Feng’s voice is not humble, and he can’t hear it in his words. He has any fear of the September 1st.

Fan Wei slowly smiled: "For a young genius like Xu Chengzhu, I am indeed a waste, and I will not refute this."

"However, I hope that you will listen to me carefully, otherwise I am afraid that you will suffer from the North City."

"At that time, don't regret it."

Fan Wei seems to have insulted him for Xu Feng, but he did not care. Instead, he continued to say: "Our lord asked me to tell Xu Chengzhu. Later, you will be affiliated to the jurisdiction of my ninety-one family. Every month you need to go to September 1 Zong Shang provides 50 million to the liquid."

"At the same time, if someone is not interested, I want to find the trouble of the ninety-one, and I will bother you in the North City to deal with it."

"you wanna die!"

Jing Baobing and other people are angry. They look at Fan Wei. The momentum of the six-character spirits broke out: "You don't think you are the messenger of the September 1st, we will not kill you."

"You kill me?"

Fan Yan’s mouth was slightly raised and said: “You kill me, isn’t it just to prove that you are afraid of me?”

"We are afraid of the September 1st, it is a joke." Chen Jiwen stared at Fan Wei, saying: "You have sneaked into the horror of the 91st, and now I want to surrender to our city. You are really dream."

Xu Feng waved his hand at the crowd. He smiled and looked at Fan Wei, who was opposite. He said: "This is the lord of your ninety-one, let you bring the words?"

"Not bad!"

Fan Yi still has a high spirit. For him, Beige City simply did not dare to provoke him to the ninety-one case. Now the ninety-one case is one of the few forces behind the four major forces.

Just because, the ninety-one has the strongest of the Seven Spirits.

"In this case, you can roll!"

Xu Feng looked at Fan Wei with his eyes, and he was the direct channel.

"Xu Chengzhu, what do you mean by this?"

Fan Wei looked at Xu Feng with some mistakes. He didn't understand what Xu Feng meant.

"What do you mean you still don't understand?"

Xu Feng’s mouth was slightly raised, saying: “Go back and tell you the sovereigns of the September 1st. I didn’t belong to the singer before the North City, and I don’t belong to the September 1st.”

"If you think that you can eat my Beige City, then we are waiting for you in Beige City."

"Of course, as far as I know, it is not very peaceful for you to have a ninety-one and no wind door. It is best for your lord to come to my North City in person. I believe that by the time you will be in good condition."

The words of Xu Feng sounded, and the rest of the people in the hall were full of smiles.

They did not expect that Xu Feng had already analyzed the situation so thoroughly.

Fan Wei’s face was ugly, and his eyes glanced deeply at Xu Feng.

The first time he saw such a young person, he was able to become a high-ranking presence.

You know, the helm of the top forces in the entire Western District, which is not nearly 100 years old.

Fan Yi turned around and was about to leave.

"Slow!"

Xu Feng looked at Fan Hao's back and said directly.

Fan Yan’s smile turned and he thought Xu Feng changed his mind: “Xu Chengzhu, are you changing your mind?”

"Is your ear broken, or are you blind?" Xu Feng's mouth is killing, saying: "I am letting you roll, not letting you go."

"you……"

Fan Yi’s eyes were full of anger. He did not expect Xu Feng to use such a way to humiliate him.

"If it doesn't roll immediately, then die."

When Xu Feng made an order, the imperial power of the six giants such as Taishan, such as Taishan, emerged. They all stared at Fan Wei.

Fan Yan bit his teeth, and his body was kneeling on the ground, and the round body was constantly rolling in the hall.

Oh...

His rolling body made Xu Feng laugh, saying: "Go back and tell you about the 9-year-old lord. He took the advantage of collecting the benefits of the fisherman. This account is for us in Beige City, and it will be a liquidation with him sooner or later."

"I must bring it!"

Fan Wei’s voice was so cold that it came in from outside the main hall.

Xu Feng looked at the giant Taishan and others and said: "Everyone reorganizes, we will leave tomorrow to go to Beipcheng."

"As for the rainstorm city, I will hand it over to Xu Changlao and Liu Changlao for the time being." Xu Feng looked at the two people who had just surrendered from the storm city, he said.

(End of this chapter)