Chapter 1710

Above Kunlun, in the dark sky, a lonely dragon oil lamp emits a faint blue flame, quietly shining on the ancient mountain and the land of China. On the mountain, many experts of Pudu gate kneel on one knee.

"Congratulations, deputy sect leader."

"Congratulations, deputy sect leader."

The cheers and shouts from the people in their hearts and Feng Dong's promotion have also brought them great morale. Over the years, Feng Dong, like Yang Feng, has made countless contributions and paid a lot for the development of the sect, which everyone has seen and remembered.

"Brothers, please get up."

Please get up!

Please get up!

In the void, under the dark blue lights, Feng Dong's loud voice came again and again and echoed on the mountain.

"Thank you, deputy sect leader."

After thanking all the humanitarians, they got up one after another. For them, Feng Dong's promotion is more important than that of Saint Laurent. Although Saint Laurent is the person of the sect leader Yang Feng in the hearts of the people of Purdue gate, he is also like an outsider. After all, Saint Laurent joined Purdue gate later, so he has less deep feelings with everyone.

"Door master!"

Feng Dong came to Yang Feng, bowed slightly and said, "thank the door Lord for giving me holy heart and promoting me to quasi holy."

"OK, OK, you're very good. You didn't disappoint me." Looking at Feng Dong in front of him, Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Yang Feng, the skeleton of the candle nine Yin God, is really powerful. After I was reborn, I really became a saint." Saint Laurent was surprised.

"Saint Laurent, you have suffered a lot with me. This is my reward to you."

Looking at the beauty in front of him, Yang Feng felt guilty. After the defeat of the battle of soul River, he entered the second world and met Saint Laurent. Since then, Saint Laurent has followed him through countless crises and suffered a lot. This promotion is a reward for Saint Laurent.

Boom!

Between the lofty sentiments, Yang Feng's true Qi soared, and his powerful anger broke through the dark clouds in the sky.

At dusk, many strong men of Pudu gate quietly looked at Yang Feng and their sect leader. These experts knew that the sect leader must have something to say to you. Sure enough, they only heard Yang Feng's loud voice say: "ladies and gentlemen, I will give a banquet to treat you tonight on this Kunlun mountain. I will not be drunk with you. I will also celebrate the promotion of Feng Dong and Saint Laurent. Tomorrow noon, We are going to fight the gate of life and death. At that time, life and death have a destiny, but I Yang Feng hope I can see you again after tomorrow. "

"Door master!"

"Door master!"

Many experts of Purdue gate shouted one after another. They knew that the sect leader Yang Feng would give a banquet and not get drunk with them. In fact, they also wanted to get drunk. After noon tomorrow, they would have a vigorous war with the strong men of life and death gate.

Life is a lifetime, vegetation is an autumn!

They have no regrets if they can have such a vigorous war and make a vigorous career, even if they die or die.

......

Night is coming!

On the Kunlun Mountains, in the huge flat land, there are tables. Each table is filled with delicious food, Purdue gate, the remnants of Youming mansion, and countless strong people from the mainland of China.

Although there are countless delicacies and good wines, no one drinks because everyone looks ahead.

On the front table sat several people, namely Yang Feng, Luo Jin, Wei Yao, Nanhai shenni, Feng Dong, and Saint Laurent. These people are either the main members of Purdue gate or the top-level strong. Everyone knows that Yang Feng must have something to say on such an important night.

Sure enough, Yang Feng, who was sitting in the first place, slowly picked up his wine glass, stared at the sky with deep eyes and said, "gentlemen, let's respect God for this first glass of wine."

"Yes, to God first."

WOW!

Countless people got up one after another, holding the wine cup in their hands and looking up into the air at the same time. This is the first glass of wine. They want to worship God.

"Thank God!"

Yang Feng sat on the cup with both hands and raised it over his head. A loud voice came: "thank God for giving me a chance to Pudu gate. Yang Feng gave me a chance to lead the strong under his command to compete with the gate of life and death in the Central Plains. Thanks to God, we have lived all the way to today and endured the decisive battle with the gate of life and death."

"Thank God!"

"Thank God!"

On the mountain, the loud voice of the people drowned Kunlun mountain like a tide.

Yang Feng poured a second glass of wine and said in a voice like a bell: "Yang Feng, the leader of the Pudu gate, pays tribute to the earth mother. Since inheriting the orthodoxy of the green emperor and the Yellow Emperor, I have never slackened or wavered in my faith. Tomorrow, I will lead millions of heroes and thousands of soldiers to fight to the death with the gate of life and death."

"Yes, never die."

"Never die."

The strong men of Purdue gate and the experts in China have shouted. Although they are about to fight with the gate of life and death, they have no fear at all, because as long as they follow Yang Feng and have Yang Feng, they are not afraid even if it is a sea of knife mountains and fire.

"Boss, we don't have a million heroes and thousands of generals. Aren't you fooling the mother?" Zhang Wu has a wonderful way.

Countless pairs of vicious eyes looked at the same time. The eyes and look of those experts seemed to want to kill Zhang Wu.

Seeing the people looking at him fiercely, Zhang Wu immediately lowered his head. He couldn't figure out why these people were so cruel. He didn't say anything wrong, because under the command of boss Yang Feng, there were no millions of heroes and thousands of generals.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder and lightning came through the air of Kunlun mountain. The rumbling sound was like a war drum.

"Boss, there is an enemy attack."

After hearing the rumbling sound, Zhang Wu shouted and quickly stood up.

"You're so stupid. It's thunder. It seems that you're nervous." Xiao Hei was dissatisfied.

Zhang Wu smiled awkwardly and sat down.

In fact, after hearing the thunder, many experts thought there was an enemy attack at first, and even some experts were ready to take action.

It may be that there will be a war with the gate of life and death, so everyone is nervous. When there is a storm, they think that hostile forces appear.

"Ha ha ha."

A group of people couldn't help laughing, and then continued to drink.

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of thunder seemed like a thousand troops and horses, like a war drum beating the sky, shaking the sky for nine days.

After hearing the sound, Yang Feng slowly stood up and looked into the distance with deep eyes.

Listen!

The thunder, the sound of thunder, was like the sound of war drums, as if thousands of troops and horses were fighting.

Listen!

The rumbling sound was like a confrontation between the two armies, and a war was imminent.

Holding the wine cup in his hand, Yang Feng slowly stood up and walked forward step by step. At the moment, under the continuous thunder, he recalled the past and the scenes he had experienced.

People looked at Yang Feng one after another, felt the change of his breath and his strong fighting spirit.

Step!

Yang Feng stepped forward step by step. With each step, his momentum will be strong.

Under the roaring thunder and lightning, Yang Feng walking forward step by step is like a real king. At this moment, he thinks of a poem by Cao Cao.

In the thunder, under the rolling thunder, Yang Feng's loud voice came.

Sing when drinking, life is geometric!

For example, the morning dew is much more bitter.

……

Qingqingzijin, leisurely my heart.

……

The mountains are never tired of being high and the sea is never tired of being deep.

Zhou Gong spits and feeds, and the world returns to its heart.

Above the Kunlun Mountains, among the thunder, the sound of Yang Feng's poetry drowned the thunder and lightning, spread far away and spread all over the night sky.

Zhou Gong spits and feeds, and the world returns!

throughout the empire all hearts turned to him!

Go home!

At this moment, Yang Feng can only use this poem to express his current mood. He only wants the world to return and there is no war in China. Countless experts present were moved by it. They knew that Yang Feng must be tired of war and didn't want to start a war.

Because every war, there will be countless deaths and injuries, rivers of blood and bones, but even so, Yang Feng still had to start a war.

In order to return to the world and peace in the world, we can only end the war with war. Any peace is bought with war, peace is bought with war, and war is the beginning and end of peace.

Boom!

Boom!

Under the thunder and lightning, Yang Feng's loud voice echoed on the mountain again and again.

Tonight, in the sound of thunder, he finally revealed his heart.

"Lord Yang, I didn't expect you to have such a mind. You just want peace and return."

In the crowd, a man stood up and expressed his admiration and admiration for Yang Feng's heart.

Holding the wine glass, Yang Feng said word by word: "don't seek hegemony in China, just peace in the world, just return to the heart of the world."

In the wind and thunder, some of his are old, as if he were a centenarian, but all the strong people present don't think Yang Feng is old. On the contrary, they think that the sect leader Yang Feng is a real strong man and the strongest king, who can dominate the world in the future.

"Well, I don't want to dominate China, I just want the world to return and peace."

"We don't want to dominate China, we just want the world to return and peace."

On the ancient Kunlun Mountain, the loud voice surged away and diffused like a tide. The voice passed through the sea of clouds, through thousands of mountains and rivers, and reached the jiuzhong heaven in the distance, the gate of life and death.

And now!

Above the palace of the gate of life and death, Murong Tian is standing in the dark. Tomorrow noon is his battle with the Purdue gate, so he is not sleepy. However, for these saints, even if they don't rest for a few months, it doesn't have the slightest impact.

"We don't want to dominate China, we just want the world to return and peace."

Murong sky under the night sky, suddenly heard this loud voice in the distance.

This is... The sound from the Kunlun Mountains.

Murong Tian was slightly moved. Kunlun Mountain is so far away from the gate of life and death, but this voice can pass through the implication and spread here? Moreover, the benevolent ambition contained in this poem actually moved him, the top strong man!

Is tomorrow's war really going to change, as the high priest said?