Chapter 978

spirited

The soldier's trumpet was immediately converted to the mage's account. No matter the mental strength, attack and defense reached the divine level, Yang Feng didn't feel dizzy immediately.

However, his drinking power is still awake.

Shh squinted and looked forward. At this moment, a figure in purple robe stood proudly in front of the door, staring at him with anger in his eyes.

Looking up again, there was a dazzling number of Grade 98 on the man's head.

"This is... Grade 98? No?"

He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. Yang Feng patted his cheek drunk and said with a smile: "Oh, I must have drunk too much today. My eyes are dazed. I've traveled all over the world and met up to level 50, which are the five chiefs of the demon clan and only a few people of Qiu Xiaotian. Where did 98 come from? It's estimated to be... 38, 28, or 18?"

Yang Feng turned his eyes and counted there. Finally, he nodded firmly and believed his guess.

Yes, he must be 38, not 98.

Thinking so, Yang Feng walked out and shouted, "Hey, who are you? Why are you coming to my house? Robbery or martial arts competition? I tell you, you can't beat me no matter robbery or martial arts competition, hahaha!"

Yang Feng giggled and looked like a drunk.

But Yan chongtian looked at this scene, his eyes trembled and his heart was very strange.

This mole ant in the lower world can still play wine madness so calmly under my authority? How is that possible?

Yes, Yan chongtian, as the top power in the spiritual world, let alone in this small lower world. Even in their spiritual world, few people can withstand his powerful momentum and stand firmly in front of him.

Just now, both Tu Ganglie and Ximen Zun, as well as Mo Shaoqiu and Yan Tianxing, were stunned by Yan chongtian's momentum as soon as they stepped out of the door.

Even Yang Feng's warrior account was full of hype and dizziness when he just came into contact with Yan chongtian's momentum.

Fortunately, Yang Feng subconsciously changed into a mage account, and finally resisted it easily.

This mage's account is of divine level, with strong spiritual power and unfathomable depth. Yan chongtian's powerful momentum was under the mage's account of Yang Feng. At that time, it was like a stream that met the sea. When it flowed in, it disappeared and was no longer useful.

But now, neither of them understands this.

Yang Feng drank too much and had no time to think. He was dazzled and regarded each other as a level 38 minion. Although Yan chongtian was surprised that someone in the lower world of mole ants could move freely under his momentum, he still wouldn't believe that some of these mole ants could be better than him.

So Yan Chong looked at Yang Feng coldly and shouted, "where is the Wulin alliance leader Yang Feng? Let him come out to see me."

"I am, burp!"

After burping with wine, Yang Feng said angrily, "what are you looking for me, old man?"

"Are you Yang Feng?"

Yan chongtian smiled with a shock in her eyebrows. Sen Leng's killing intention flashed in her eyes: "bully my daughter's bastard, I'll finish you today and vent my anger for my daughter."

"Who is your daughter? I bully many other people's daughters. Who are you?"

"What a prodigal son who has become a disciple. Indeed, he has done a lot of bad deeds. It seems that I killed you today to act on behalf of heaven. Hum hum."

Hearing this, Yan chongtian became more angry and didn't fight anywhere.

He thought Yang Feng was just a little romantic and was looking for a little girl outside behind his daughter's back, but now he heard that he was clearly a hooligan. He bullied many good family women outside and couldn't count them.

The second ancestor of this scum and scum once became his son-in-law. Yan chongtian thought it was an insult.

Suddenly, Yan Chong was cruel to the sky. He flashed in front of Yang Feng, then raised his palm, took endless thunder, and suddenly patted down.

Touch!

A loud noise, thunder burst, the whole earth was tumbling, and everything around was instantly destroyed into powder by the strong wave.

Yan rushed to the sky and looked at him angrily. It seemed that even if he killed the rogue son, he could not relieve his hatred and wash away the shame of the Yan family.

But after the smoke billowed, what came into view was Yang Feng's helpless eyes. He was still drunk and said, "Why are you patting me on the head?"

Uh!

Yan rushed to the sky and looked at his palm inexplicably.

What the hell did I just do? Why didn't you slap the boy into meat paste?

A generation of strong Yan chongtian, who is also a famous figure in the spirit world, is a peerless expert. The power of this palm, even the strong at the same level of the demon family, did not dare to be hard connected easily.

Otherwise, it must be either death or injury.

Lao Yan is such a terrible existence. He is the top expert in the legend of the spirit world.

But it never occurred to him that he capsized in the gutter in the lower boundary where mole ants were everywhere. Under one palm, he didn't kill anyone, not even a hair.

This can not help but make the incomparable strong man feel confused and at a loss.

Even if he didn't use any skills, this palm shouldn't be so weak. He's not against those super strong people in the spirit world. He just wants to shoot a mole ant. Is it so difficult?

Yan rushed into the sky and stood in place, unable to react for a moment.

Yang Feng looked at him drunk and suddenly said, "Hey, old man, I'm asking you something. Why didn't you answer me just now? It's stupid?"

Touch!

With that, Yang Feng also patted Yan chongtian's forehead, like a joke.

But Yan chongtian didn't know what was going on. He suddenly felt a strong force, just like Mount Tai pressing down from the center of his forehead. In a moment, his eyes turned white and his mind fainted.

At the same time, his head hit the earth like a meteor, and the whole imperial city immediately became magnificent, like a tsunami.

But in the blink of an eye, from the palace to the people's houses, all the houses were broken into pieces by this great force.

Huang Laojiu was bathing in his thousands of square meters bathhouse when he suddenly came under the dome and was stunned by the ruins around him.

"Escort..."

The little yellow shirt on one side screamed, hurried to Huang Laojiu and worshipped him and said, "Your Majesty, forgive me. I'm late for rescue. I'll send the imperial guards out to find out who did it."

"No, I can make such a big noise. I want to know who it is with my toes."

He waved his hand gently. Huang Laojiu looked at the sun, moon and stars above his head, and then looked at the ruins outside the imperial city. He couldn't help shaking his head and lamenting: "Oh, brother Feng is drunk again. Why is it so light?"

In his dusty yard, Yang Feng was also looking at the surrounding ruins, especially the man who came out of nowhere and had to challenge him. He blinked his innocent big eyes twice and said with a smile: "Oh, it's bad. It's so powerful that I have to rebuild the capital again. It seems that I really drink too much and can't control my strength, so I must use a small size when I drink, but when will I change back to a large size? I can't remember? Tut!"