C739 Tiege

Along the way, many people looked at Ling Yun with strange gazes, as if it was difficult for them to understand what was going on with him today.

Towards their gazes, Ling Yun simply laughed and ignored them.

"Ling Yun, you're really awesome! You scolded that Wen Shang bastard until he did not have even the slightest bit of temper." A shout came from behind them, and then they saw Qin Feng and a few others walking over.

"If you don't have any other skills, you can just cause trouble and pick a fight! to be able to speak quickly and not think about the consequences of doing so. " Qin Wu said with a cold face, his two hands held onto his rusted black blade as he indifferently looked at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun's eyelids jumped, he was about to reply when Ling Tian, who was at the side, felt a headache. The two of them had the same tempo as before, and immediately said: "Xiao Yun, to scold Wen Shang ruthlessly, this is not your style, is it because someone angered you?"

"Something like that!"

Ling Yun laughed noncommittally, if not for him suddenly mentioning the phoenix emperor and even becoming his grandfather, he would not be so furious.

"Tell me who it is, I'll beat him up for you to vent your anger." Qin Feng straightforwardly patted Ling Yun's shoulder, and said loudly, "I was just about to relax my muscles."

"Beat him up? Are you trying to vent my anger?" Ling Yun's eyes immediately became playful, looked at him while laughing merrily, patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Enough brothers!"

"Of course, we're all brothers of steel." Qin Feng laughed.

"…"

Seeing the two of them with their arms around each other's shoulders, Ling'er was speechless, and immediately gave Qin Feng a strange look.

This fellow actually dares to claim that he would beat the other party up even though he doesn't know who the other party is. As expected of a brainless playboy.

If he knew that the other party was one of the nine great Titled Martial Emperor's Demon Emperors, he would be scared to the point of peeing on the spot.

"Forget it!" Ling Yun laughed and shook his head, "If you want to beat him up to help me vent, then train hard! In a few hundred years, we might have a chance. "

Qin Feng wanted to boast, but he saw that Ling Yun was not joking, his eyes focused and swallowed his saliva, with his mouth agape: "Brother, just who did you offend, it can't be Martial Saint or Martial Emperor, right?"

And then, he frowned. "That's not right. No experts like this just arrived."

"Scared?" Ling Yun raised his eyebrows.

"I'm afraid, how is that possible, even if … Even if the other party is Titled Martial Emperor, and dares to make his brother angry, I will beat him to a pulp and look for his teeth all over the ground! "

Qin Feng slapped his firm chest, raised his head, and said carelessly, "In a few hundred years, with Young Master's talent, you would have already become a Martial God. By then, on the continent, who can't beat you up!"

"Tch!" Ling'er curled her red lips, glanced at him in disdain, and laughed: "You? , if you can become a Martial God, then wouldn't that mean I can suppress Martial God with a flip of my hand?

Aren't you afraid of breaking that cowhide? "

"You! "Just you wait."

Qin Feng's face flushed red.

"What did I say? I'm looking forward to the day you become a Martial God. When that time comes, I'll slap Martial God from above the clouds down the abyss. That kind of feeling shouldn't be bad." Ling'er chuckled, and thought for a while.

Qin Feng's body trembled, but he was enraged by Ling'er, but he had no other choice. With his current cultivation, Ling'er could suppress him easily.

He was secretly determined in his heart, that he must work hard to cultivate. At that time, he would not care whether she was Ling Yun's woman or not, he would definitely beat her up.