Chapter 1658

Among the people kneeling on the ground, Huang Shiren raised his head, looked at Yang Feng and asked angrily, "who was going to send a coffin to the saint and kill the saint's doorman just now?"

"It's me." Yang Feng said calmly.

"Boy, you're Zhang San. You're so brave. You dare to offend the sage. Even if I'm broken to pieces today, I'll fight with you."

At the end of his speech, Huang Shiren kowtowed respectfully to Liu Tianhe on the high platform and said, "saint, I know I am not qualified to do it in front of you, but if someone insults you, who can bear it? Even if I die, I will be broken to pieces. Even if I risk my dog's life, I will protect your dignity."

Whoosh!

At the end of his speech, Huang Shiren, like a meteor, galloped towards LAN Xuelong, Yang Feng and Saint Laurent. This is a god given opportunity, so he doesn't want to miss it.

Although his strength is not as good as LAN Xuelong, he knows this clearly, but Huang Shiren knows that the sage will not see him die and will certainly save him at the critical time.

In this way, he not only doesn't have to die, but also flatters the saints. This is simply an opportunity to honor his ancestors.

"Just mole ants, dare to be presumptuous in front of me."

Boom!

Yang Feng quickly stretched out his hand, a big golden hand, broke the void and quickly grabbed it at Huang Shiren.

Click!

Click!

The emptiness of the palace was broken one after another. Under that big golden hand, Huang Shiren looked very small, like a dragon and an earthworm.

Under the golden hand, Huang Shiren was shocked. He didn't expect that the young man around LAN Xuelong was so powerful and terrible.

"Saint, save me..."

After feeling the breath of death, Huang Shiren made a frightened voice. He looked at Liu Tianhe on the high platform.

But he was very disappointed. No, it should be said that he was desperate, because he found that the sage Liu Tianhe was still motionless on the high platform, standing there cold and didn't mean to save him.

"Saint, save me..."

Huang Shiren shouted again, but Liu Tianhe on the platform still looked cold and didn't mean to save him.

Finally, Huang Shiren was caught by Yang Feng's golden hand. After catching the other party, Yang Feng grabbed Huang Shiren by his side.

"Hahaha, boy, dare you kill me? If you dare to touch me, the saint will not let you go. "

Even at the time of life and death, Huang Shiren still fantasized that Liu Tianhe would save him.

"You just said that as a yecha, you are deeply ashamed, aren't you? Since you are deeply ashamed, why are you still living in the world? "

Bang!

Yang Feng slapped Huang Shiren in the back hand, spinning his neck 360 degrees. He died.

Dead!

On the square of the palace, countless people were stunned. What is the origin of this three? Unexpectedly, he killed two people in a row. This is not to give the saint Liu Tianhe face, and there seems to be no such bold people in the yecha family.

"Saints should not be humiliated. Kill this boy."

"The saint is inviolable. Kill him."

"Kill him."

……

A group of roaring people stood up and angrily wanted to besiege Yang Feng, LAN Xuelong and Saint Laurent.

"Step back!"

Boom!

Liu Tianhe roared on the high platform. His powerful Qi, such as rolling air flow, shook the clouds in the sky. Then he walked slowly on the stage. Walking in the court was like watching the scenery.

Those people retreated one after another, but their angry eyes still looked at Yang Feng.

"Even if you all go together, you are not his opponent."

When the voice of Liu Tianhe came from the high platform, countless people looked at Yang Feng in surprise. Who is the young man in front of them? He is so powerful. Even if they all go together, they are not opponents.

If this sentence comes from others, these experts certainly don't believe it, but from the mouth of the sage Liu Tianhe, they have to believe it.

Hoo Hoo!

When the wind blew, everyone's clothes and black hair were floating with the wind in the square. Liu Tianhe on the high platform looked at Yang Feng with cold eyes and said, "don't you want to send me a coffin? Where is the coffin? "

Boom!

With a wave of Yang Feng's hand, a dark coffin flew on the platform and hit the ground heavily, splashing dust!

But the quality of the coffin was so good that it was not broken.

Those masters in the square looked at the dark coffin. They gnashed their teeth angrily, as if their ancestors had been humiliated.

"Sage, calm down!"

At the gate of the palace, many people came in on their knees. These people outside the hall finally came, but they climbed in on their knees.

"Saint, this boy named Zhang San has nothing to do with us, and nothing to do with my yecha family. Please don't be angry with us."

Those who came in on their knees kowtowed and kowtowed.

However, Liu Tianhe ignored these people. He walked slowly to the coffin, then touched it gently, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, yes, the coffin is really good. It's just a pity. I may not be able to use it, but it doesn't matter. Since you prepared it, I'll use it in the coffin." Liu Tianhe said faintly.

"Saint!"

An expert of yecha clan knelt on the ground again and shouted, "in order to prove our innocence and show our innocence, please allow us to kill Zhang San in person."

"Yes, we're going to kill Zhang San to prove that it has nothing to do with my yecha clan."

Many people volunteered to kill Yang Feng in person.

However, Liu Tianhe on the high platform waved his hand and said, "you don't have to panic. I said that even if you all go together, you're not his opponent, because you don't know him."

"He's just Zhang San." A group of people replied.

Liu Tianhe looked at Yang Feng below and said slowly, "the young man in front of you has a background. You don't know him, but I know him."

"Saint, who is he?" Asked a group of people.

Liu Tianhe walked slowly on the high platform. He walked like a peerless immortal and said, "the young man in front of us is Yang Feng, the head of Pudu gate."

Yang Feng!

When they learned that the young man in front of them was not Zhang San, but Yang Feng, many experts from the outside were shocked. They didn't expect that Yang Feng would come to the yecha clan.

However, those experts in the yecha family have never heard of Yang Feng's reputation, because the yecha family has completely lost contact with the outside world since the battle of the Ninth Heaven and the rebellion of the eight kings.

Even Saint Laurent hasn't returned to the yecha family in 20 years, so he doesn't know the current situation of his family.

"Saint, who is Yang Feng?" Asked a yecha expert.

If it is normal, Liu Tianhe disdains to answer, because he is high above, how can he answer the questions of yecha people? But today, he seems to be in a good mood.

"Yang Feng is a master who rose recently. He dared to resist the emperor of heaven, killed Wu Zhetian, the executive head of the gate of life and death, killed the five generals of the gate of life and death, destroyed the zongmen whirling mountain in the first world, and even defeated a little Saint..."

Under Liu Tianhe's calm narration, all the experts of yecha family turned pale, because they didn't expect that the young man in front of them, no, Yang Feng in front of them, was so terrible and powerful.

Although the yecha people have lost contact with the outside world for 20 years, the people and forces described by Liu Tianhe have existed for endless years, so they know.

Liu Tianhe's loud voice continued to come and said, "maybe you don't know. In fact, Yang Feng is also a member of your yecha family, because his mother's name is Lan Jiuye and his father is Yang Jiuding."

"This!"

After hearing Liu Tianhe's voice, LAN Xuelong trembled and looked at Zhang San beside him. No, it should be Yang Feng and his nephew.

LAN Xuelong felt like a dream, as if all this was not true, it was just a dream.

Yes, it's really just a dream. How can Zhang San in front of him become his nephew in an instant? Moreover, his nephew has achieved so much that he is even higher than his daughter and son-in-law.

"Zhang Sanxiao..."

LAN Xuelong felt his voice dry, because he didn't know how to call the young man in front of him.

Yang Feng respectfully saluted LAN Xuelong, then knelt down on his knees and kowtowed his head: "my unfilial nephew Yang Feng, apologize to the public. Before, I didn't dare to recognize you because I had scruples. Grandpa, please forgive me."

At the end of his speech, Yang Feng continued to kowtow.

"You..."

In the strong wind, LAN Xuelong trembled and said, "you, you, you are really my nephew, Yang Feng?"

"Yes, I am the son of LAN Jiuye and the descendant of Yang Jiuding. They are my parents." Yang Feng replied respectfully.

"Good, good, my nephew, I miss you so much."

LAN Xuelong, with tears in his eyes, stumbled over and tried to pick up Yang Feng, but he almost fell to the ground because of trembling.

"Grandpa, be safe."

Saint Laurent immediately held LAN Xuelong. She was Yang Feng's woman, so she followed Yang Feng and called LAN Xuelong Grandpa.

"Grandpa, please make atonement. Please forgive me."

Yang Feng continues to kowtow. This is his mother's father, his grandfather and his only relative in the world. Therefore, Yang Feng feels cherished.

"It's good if you're okay. It's good if you're alive. It's better to see you. Everything else doesn't matter. My good nephew, get up quickly."

LAN Xuelong squatted down slowly and gently picked up Yang Feng. His rough hands kept touching Yang Feng's face.

However, Yang Feng, like a clever child, stood honestly in front of LAN Xuelong.

"Okay, okay, okay."

LAN Xuelong said several good words continuously and said, "I didn't expect you to be alive and have such high achievements. If you are well, it will be sunny. As long as you are good, Grandpa, I have nothing to ask for. How is your mother now?"

"Grandpa, my mother..."