Chapter 1416

On the green peak in the distance, there is a strong atmosphere. There must be many experts there. It must be the strong men of Da Luo Tianfu. I didn't expect them to arrive on the green peak so fast. It seems that they can't wait.

Feel a lot of powerful breath. Jianshaofeng, Du Qinglong and others stopped flying, stood in the void and stood under the clouds.

Yang Feng also stood in the void, carrying his hands and looking at the mountains in the distance.

"It seems that they have arrived long ago." Du Qinglong's important way.

"I didn't expect their speed to be so fast." The princess of the purple realm said.

Hum!

With a cold hum, Yang Feng said coldly, "let's go."

"Let's go."

"Let's go."

Many experts, led by Yang Feng, continue to fly to Qingfeng.

100000 years ago, the Yellow Emperor, mainly Qingfeng mountain, combined with the remaining eight mountains and deployed a super array to fight the emperor of heaven here.

Today, one hundred thousand years later, Yang Feng will be here to fight an earth shaking decisive battle with the first strongman in Dingjun city.

As the crowd approached, there were many strong people standing under Qingfeng mountain. Yang Feng saw boxing yellow, boxing one dragon, boxing two dragons, as well as many Da Luo Tianfu experts and strong people of other sects. But the strong men of those sects are his enemies.

At the foot of the broad Qingfeng mountain, there are at least hundreds of strong people, and there are about 20 strong people in the Yuanshen realm.

The Yuanshen masters who take refuge in the Da Luo Tianfu surpass Yang Feng. However, this battle mainly lies in Yang Feng and boxing weather. As for the redundant Yuanshen masters in the Da Luo Tianfu, we don't care very much.

Because of the wide battlefield and the large field, it is not easy to suffer casualties in the battle between the yuan gods, unless there is a big gap between the strength of the two sides.

Hoo Hoo!

At the foot of Qingfeng mountain, the wind blows.

Under the bright moonlight, the clothes of those strong people fly with the wind and make a constant sound. Countless strong people have cold eyes and are as calm as water.

"Yang Feng is coming, Yang Feng, they are coming."

There was a voice of hatred from Quan Huang in the crowd. He was almost killed by Yang Feng several times. Fortunately, he ran for his life quickly, otherwise he wouldn't have a chance to stand here. This evening, his ancestor of Da Luo Tianfu wanted to kill Yang Feng himself, so Quan Huang was very excited.

Whoosh!

Yang Feng fell down and stood under Qingfeng mountain. His sharp eyes swept one by one from many experts, but he didn't see the boxing weather. The first strong man in Dingjun City, the ancestor of Da Luo Tianfu, hasn't appeared yet.

Whoosh!

The dense figures, like locusts, rushed down into the air and stood behind Yang Feng. The cold eyes of the people looked murderously at Da Luo Tianfu and the strong men of other families. Now that they have come and come here, they will not be afraid of the power of boxing.

Standing on a rock, Yang Feng, with his hands on his back, looked at the strong men of those families and sects, and said coldly, "have you all considered it? You want to join hands with Da Luo Tianfu to deal with me."

"Ha ha!"

In the crowd, an expert laughed a few times and said, "Yang Feng, you are just the leader of Pudu gate. You dare to be the enemy of your ancestors and deal with Dalao Tianfu. You overestimate your strength. That is, the people behind you are stupid and fooled by you. How can we be fooled by you?"

"Yes, that's right. What clever people we are. Will you deceive us?"

The experts of those families and sects have expressed their willingness to follow Da Luo Tianfu and fight with him.

"Good, good. Now that you have decided, I hope you won't regret it." Yang Feng nodded.

"Ha ha!"

In the crowd, the voice of boxing yellow hatred came. He took a few steps and said proudly, "Yang Feng, didn't you expect that we can still meet."

Disdaining boxing yellow, Yang Feng said faintly, "who did I think it was? It turned out that you are a beam jumping clown. You have little ability, but you run for your life quickly. I hope you have good luck tonight and can escape your life."

"Yang Feng, my fist Huang is from the heaven mansion of the great Luo Dynasty and an expert of the ancestral family. I have the protection of the ancestral family. Can you deal with it?" Huang Yiyi said.

Yang Feng doesn't want to talk nonsense about this kind of clown.

Under the broad Qingfeng mountain and in the huge flat land, the strong on both sides launched an array and stood under the mountain.

The strong wind just blew, and countless experts rolled their clothes and long sleeves flew. Each expert was as cold as ice, with cold eyes, like a powerful beast staring at his opponent.

"Xu Qianhong."

An angry roar came from the crowd. It was the voice of Xu Qianhong's father Xu Liuyuan.

Xu Qianhong's father walked out of the crowd with his hair flying in anger.

"Father."

After seeing his father, Xu Qianhong gave a respectful cry.

"Xu Qianhong, you bastard, unfilial son, do you really want to deal with Da Luo Tianfu with Yang Feng? Do you want to kill our family? " 俆 six yuan flew into a rage and roared.

"Father."

Xu Qianhong lowered his head, clenched his fist, clenched his teeth and said, "father, I'm sorry, I can only do this."

"You bastard, come here quickly. As long as you come here now, I can plead with emperor Tianhou. Other adults will let you go. Otherwise, not only will you die, but also our family will be involved."

The angry Xu Yuan wanted to slap his son Xu Qianhong to death.

"Father, I'm sorry. I've chosen this road. I can't turn back." Xu Qianhong said resolutely.

"You unfilial son, you beast, do you want to piss me off?"

Liu Yuan patted his chest and wanted to spit blood angrily. Although he had many sons, Xu Qianhong was not the only one.

But among his many sons, Xu Qianhong is the best.

"I've been living in a muddle for three years. I don't want to live in a daze. I just want to avenge my fiancee."

Xu Qianhong, with his head down, heard his voice slowly. His voice spread around Qingfeng mountain with the breeze.

"Ha ha."

Quan Huang smiled and said, "it's useless for you to pay six yuan. You can't even manage your own son. I don't know how my grandfather took a fancy to you and let you join my family."

"Brother Quan Huang, I'm sorry. It's my teaching son who is not good. Let you see a joke." I apologize for six yuan.

Hum!

Huang Leng snorted and said, "if I had such a son, I'd just slap him to death. It's also a disaster to keep it."

"Ha ha, yes, if I had such a son, I would slap him to death, so as not to stay in trouble."

Those other masters also laughed at them one after another.

Being laughed at by the public, Xu Liuyuan gave Xu Qianhong a fierce look.

"All right! Since you are bent on dying, I don't care about you. Anyway, you are more than one, and you are less than one. "

"Father, thank you for your understanding."

Xu Qianhong, raising his low head slowly, turned and looked behind Yang Feng and said, "brothers, friends, although Xu Liuyuan is my father, he is ruthless on the battlefield. Wait a minute. You don't need to look at my face. Since we are from two camps, it's life and death."

"Well, with your words, we can rest assured."

The crowd nodded to show that they knew what to do.

Liu Yuan also looked at the masters behind him and said loudly, "brothers and friends, although Xu Qianhong is my son, the sword has no eyes. Wait a minute. Don't look at my face. Just do it."

"Cut!"

Fist Huang despised it and said, "who do you think you are? Why should we look at your face? Don't worry. If I see your useless son on the battlefield, I'll kill him for you."

"Oh, brother Huang, thank you." Six yuan skin laughs, meat doesn't laugh.

The wind roared and the clouds rolled on the Qingfeng mountain, but half of the moon was still submerged in the clouds.

Under the clouds, the Qingfeng mountain at night is so quiet. Although many experts gather here, there is no big movement.

Crickets and insects chirped in the surrounding grass.

"Yang Feng, the geomantic treasure land here is very good. It can just be used as your burial place." Quan Huang laughed.

Yang Feng's cold eyes swept over Huang and said, "don't talk nonsense. What about boxing? Why hasn't he come yet? "

Under the mountain, Yang Feng didn't feel the breath of boxing.

Although he has never seen boxing weather, the strength of the Yuanshen masters here is not as strong as he imagined, so Yang Feng can conclude that boxing weather has not come.

"Yang Feng, my ancestor's name, can you call it?"

The fist is yellow and murderous. In his heart, the old ancestor is the most respected person, so Yang Feng can't call his old ancestor's name directly.

"Don't talk nonsense. Let the fist roll out. If the fist doesn't appear again, you clowns are not my opponent at all."

Boom!

Yang Feng's powerful momentum came out in a row, and his super fist was pressed yellow.

Under the strong pressure of Yang Feng, Quan Huang couldn't help retreating. He retreated seven or eight steps in a row before he barely stopped.

He looked at Yang Feng in horror. Huang didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore, because the old ancestor hadn't come yet. He was worried that Yang Feng had killed himself.

"Come out, please."

"Come out."

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Yang Feng raised his head and let out a long roar. His voice was like rolling thunder, pervading all around and penetrating the clouds above.

WOW!

Under the sound waves of the Yang wind, the clouds above were dispersed and then diffused together.

The roar of Yang Feng startled the birds in the mountains.

Yi Yi

The dense birds kept flying out of the mountains, chirping and disappearing into the depths of the clouds.

"Fist, come out."

Yang Feng drank again, and the sound of thunder was like a flood, surging out, filling the whole Qingfeng mountain and the surrounding night.

His voice was like a bell, shaking everyone and rolling blood.

Countless people looked at Yang Feng in horror. Zhenqi was so powerful. In Dingjun City, there would never be more than four people with such powerful Zhenqi. The remaining three were boxing weather, Su Zhenzhen and boxing Tianba, but boxing Tianba had died in Yang Feng's hands.

"Yang Feng, I'm here."

When Yang Feng's voice disappeared, a domineering voice came.

I saw a vague figure on the top of the mountain.

That figure, standing quietly on the top of the mountain, is so cold and lonely.

That cold, like a cold pool, that loneliness, like the loneliness of the strong, the real strong are lonely and lonely.

He is the first expert in Dingjun city and the ancestor of Da Luo Tianfu.

"Old ancestor, old ancestor."

Looking at the figure on the top of the green peak, Quan Huang shouted excitedly and said, "gentlemen, my ancestors are coming, my ancestors are coming."

"Grandpa."

Countless experts below also shouted excitedly. The emergence of boxing weather brought them great confidence. They believed that with the strength of boxing weather ancestors, they would be able to kill Yang Feng.

"Yang Feng, I'm here. Come up and die."

Boom!

Under the domineering sound of boxing, a rock was shocked and fell quickly from the top of the cliff.

Bang bang!

The tens of thousands of kilograms of rocks rolled down from the green peak and made a huge noise.

"Lao Zu is invincible."

"The weather is invincible." The crowd continued to shout and wanted to rush up. Then they knelt in front of him and licked his boots.

Feng Dong looked up with deep eyes and said, "the boxing weather has come, sect leader, you should be more careful."

"Master Yang, you must be careful."

Du Qinglong and others walked up to Yang Feng. They all looked worried. Whether they could deal with the boxing weather depends on Yang Feng.

"Gentlemen, I'll go up and give it to you." Yang Feng said seriously.

"Don't worry, sect leader. We will never let you down." Feng Dong promised.

"Ha ha!"

Du Qinglong smiled and said, "as long as Lord Yang is still fighting, even if I die, I will never step back."

"Brother Yang, we are waiting for you at the foot of the mountain, waiting for you."

Du xian'er blushed. She was worried about Yang Feng's safety. In other people's hearts, Yang Feng was the leader and the leader of the Purdue gate, but in her heart, Yang Feng was the person she liked.

After seeing the crowd, Yang Feng walked away in the air.

Hoo Hoo!

There is a strong wind. The top of the green peak is very high, and it is very cold at high altitude. There is a strong wind at high altitude. The closer it is to the boxing weather, the more powerful and terrible it is to Yang Feng.

On the top of the high mountain, the lonely figure looks like a small figure, emitting a terrible smell, like a cold, desolate and fierce beast, suffocating and depressing.

Yang Feng stepped on the void, walked on the breeze, came to the top of Qingfeng, stood on a rock, 100 meters away from the boxing weather.

A hundred meters away, the strong wind, like a sword, stabbed Yang Feng's skin.

Terror!

Repress!

Suffocation!

Many emotions came to Yang Feng's mind one by one. He felt a crisis in boxing weather, and this strong crisis was stronger than the pressure given to him by boxing Tianba. It seems that the ancestor of Da Luo Tianfu is much stronger than boxing Tianba.

In the strong wind, he turned his back to Yang Feng. He didn't look back or look at Yang Feng.

His lonely figure, with his face on the cliffs and cliffs and deep eyes, looked at the bottomless abyss at the top of the green peak, and I didn't know what he was thinking.

Yang Feng looked at the lonely figure of boxing weather and said calmly, "boxing weather, I'm coming. Where's my brother Zhang Wu?"

He still didn't look back. His cold and lonely figure still looked like a cliff. He seemed to be integrated with this world in the moonlight.

"Yang Feng, I didn't expect that you really dared to come and die." After a few breaths, a low voice came.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm coming. Where's my brother Zhang Wu?" Yang Feng asked again.

In the strong wind, the fist moved. His figure, like a ghost, stood on the high cliff and slowly turned his body.