Chapter 575

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, Mo Shaoqiu immediately released the momentum of the third-order peak of the magic spirit, and immediately forced the Qinglian scattered man who had just fallen to the ground to retreat, and he could hardly breathe.

This... This is

His face could not stop shaking, and the green lotus scattered people were stunned.

At this moment, he has noticed that this is the momentum of the third-order peak spirit Master. But he never expected that he could recite so much and meet such a peerless strong man here.

However, the horror in his heart has not yet fallen.

Pop!

Another light sound came out. Yan Tianxing also dropped his chopsticks and said with a gloomy face: "it's just a second-order early miscellaneous. You dare to shout in front of us old guys. You're really kind."

WOW!

It was another extremely terrible and powerful momentum that came out and pushed him towards the Qinglian scattered man, which could not help but make his heart stop suddenly.

He also felt the strength of this momentum. This is the powerful momentum of the third-order later master of magic spirit. It is by no means an existence that he can easily compare.

Originally, a top master of magic spirit appeared, which scared him to death. But unexpectedly, there is another one. Where else can he beat? Even if he wants to run, he probably won't have this chance.

After all, the strength gap between the two sides is too big. The two third-order masters of the magic spirit surround each other. He, a rookie who has just broken through the second-order magic spirit, is a fish and turtle in the urn, so he can only be caught without a hand.

At the thought of this, the Qinglian scattered people are going to cry.

But before he squeezed out a trace of desperate tears, then, slapping, a pair of chopsticks were patted on the table. The old guys at that table immediately made their own momentum, which was overwhelming.

The powerful pressure of the six spirits and the king was stronger than his Qinglian scattered people, which scared him to pee out immediately.

Did you come out for dinner together? Why did so many experts come out at once?

"Dada... Big brother, you big brother and little brother have eyes and don't know Mount Tai. I don't know how much you offended when you came here. I hope Haihan!"

With a flat mouth, the incorruptible individual basically apologized to the six people on the table with a cry, hugged his fist, his knees trembled, and almost knelt.

They turned their eyes and didn't bother to look at him. Yan Tianxing slapped out: "Big Buddha seal!"

Poof!

A golden light flashed and immediately hit the Qinglian loose man's chest. He took advantage of the situation and flew him out, spitting blood at his mouth.

Then Yan Tianxing knocked on the wine glass and said, "it's okay. It's okay. Let's continue to eat. Don't let that mess spoil our taste. By the way, master, where did you just say?"

"Oh, I say..."

Yang Feng didn't stop his mouth from beginning to end. He didn't pay attention to the movement behind him. He was still looking forward to his grand blueprint.

Yan Tianxing and others also gave face, listened carefully, and looked with appreciation from time to time, which made Yang Feng's self-confidence soar, which was quite gratifying.

At this moment, they were still talking and laughing, calm, as if nothing had happened. Only the men of the patron King lying on the ground showed how tragic the war had been.

Looking at all this, the bearded people couldn't help being stunned.

Isn't it said that the magic spirit and Emperor masters are rare in the world? Why do so many come out all of a sudden today? There are eight people on a table, including a child, and six warlord magic spirits emerge?

Grandma, a bear, when did Zhan Huangshu spirit become so cheap that it can be seen everywhere like Chinese cabbage?

And what is sacred about this family? How can you have so many peerless experts with you?

The beards twitched their faces and were stunned. Especially the young man stared at Yang Feng's table in disbelief, and his eyes were full of confusion.

What are they really strong in? Who is this second ancestor? Why are so many experts guarding him?

At first, he felt that Yang Feng's family were ill and didn't know whether to live or die. But now, he found that it was not someone who was ill, but someone who had the strength and was so arrogant.

Even if you encounter the army of the patron King transporting the birthday outline? Not at all!

Stunned, those beards who wanted to rob the road fell to the ground and looked at these peerless experts who ate, drank and had fun.

The five poisons boy ran away and came to the Qinglian Sanren who had been sealed by the Giant Buddha. He punched and kicked, while beating and scolding: "let you bully me just now, dead old man, smelly old man, great? There is no old man in our family, hum. Our old head is much better than you, so you can get angry..."

Bang bang!

The Qinglian Sanren was beaten black and blue, but he had words of suffering and could only bear it.

Who could have thought that he just came out and ended so soon, alas

Half an hour later, Yang Feng wiped the corners of his mouth full of oil stains, turned around, burped and looked at the kneeling crowd in front of him.

There are those beards, the little prince and old man Qinglian.

But at this time, old man Qinglian no longer had the previous Fairy Spirit, but his face was swollen like a pig's head. The cold winter thunder was still poisoned and continued to twitch.

With an evil smile on his face, Yang Feng first looked at the little prince and other humanitarians: "gentlemen, I ask myself that I am a peace loving person. I don't cause trouble at ordinary times. Why do you have to trouble me? Where did I offend you?"

"Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings!"

When the corner of his mouth shriveled, the little prince waved his hand and explained, "just now Xiao Wang thought you were with them, so I'm sorry."

Xiao Wang?

With a raised eyebrow, Yang Feng said strangely, "you call yourself Xiao Wang? Are you Wang Jue?"

"Well, my grandfather is the patron. We were sent to the imperial capital to celebrate your Majesty's birthday and send you the birthday outline. Who knows..."

"Patron king?"

Before he finished, Yang Feng drank another big drink and looked up. "Why, this name is so familiar. I heard it before... Oh, remember, old fellow!"

After a while, he finally recalled that the king of the mountain was not the old fellow who was the last pillar of the Huanglei family. The man in the world was ninth.

His position in the storm is almost the same as that of old fellow in Nanzhao. It is the last trump card defending the royal family.

In other words, in the future, the patron king may be an obstacle before he won the wind and thunder.

His eyes turned around. Yang Feng smiled and said, "don't be too polite, little prince. There's no misunderstanding. We're here to rob your birthday."

"Ah? You are here to rob the birthday outline? Who are you? Why do you want to rob the birthday gift we sent to your majesty? Do you know what kind of crime this is?"

"Are we still afraid of any serious crime? With the strength of our Murong white tiger army, even if the emperor knows that we robbed it, so what? Does he dare to touch a hair of our family? Ha ha..."

"What? The white tiger army Murong family?"

As soon as he said this, everyone at the scene immediately cried out in surprise. Not only the little prince and others, but also the bearded people.

Yang Feng grinned at the corners of his mouth. Without looking at their frightened eyes, he immediately raised his head and continued to be arrogant: "yes, I won't change my name if I can change my name. Murong handsome is the son of Murong family. This time I robbed the birthday outline as a gift for my uncle and the leader of Murong family, hum!"

Poof!

Hearing this, Mo Shaoqiu couldn't help smiling.

The master of the house is trying to frame the Murong family and let the royal family and Murong family completely pinch each other, ha ha