Chapter 972

Before Liu Qingfeng stepped into the gate of sanggui City, Zheng Feiyue got the news.

He said with a smile: "our Qingfeng brothers are still very wise. He has made the right choice between light and darkness. He is ready, and the process still has to go."

After Liu Qingfeng came back, he found that Zheng Feiyue's seven people were still waiting for him in the side hall, and there were all kinds of things to worship. He couldn't help but wonder: "you... Know I'm coming back?"

Zheng Feiyue said positively, "be a brother. In your heart, if you feel it, you don't have to say anything. I know you will come back, just as you believe I won't hurt you."

These words made Liu Qingfeng's heart agitated, and the young man's blood boiling in his chest.

Other men in the iron blood camp rolled their eyes and looked at Liu Qingfeng's expression, like a pure little sheep extending a hand of friendship to the beautiful tiger.

When we met again, Zheng Feiyue's title was changed: "my brother came back this time, but he figured it out?"

Liu Qingfeng was able to come back. Of course, he figured it out. Even if there were some disagreements, he disappeared under Zheng Feiyue's verbal offensive of "being a brother in his heart".

sworn!

Must bow down!

Pride, let alone a pro uncle, even if the pro father comes, he can't stop the heart of worship.

Two new long incense sticks were lit, and white smoke rose in the air.

The bird like monster also had its neck cut off, and its bloody head was placed on the altar.

The photographer was also ready to take his place. With a "Ike God", Zheng Feiyue and Liu Qingfeng knelt down at the same time in front of the long table, facing two pillars of Changxiang.

Wow.

Two bowls of wine were filled.

Han Shizhong handed a knife to the boss. Zheng Feiyue made a cut on his finger, dropped two drops of blood in the bowl, and then handed the knife to Liu Qingfeng.

In comparison, comrade Qingfeng is very sincere.

Instead of cutting his fingers, he cut his wrists directly, and the blood flowed into the bowl. His pride was in a mess.

The two raised the wine bowl.

Zheng Feiyue looked at Changxiang and said, "today, Liu Qingfeng and I are officially brothers of the opposite sex. We don't want to live on the same day in the same year, but die on the same day in the same year, month and day."

Liu Qingfeng: "today, Zheng Feiyue and I are officially brothers of the opposite sex. We don't want to live on the same day in the same year, but die on the same day in the same year, month and day."

Zheng Feiyue: "I'm my brother!"

Liu Qingfeng: "I'm my brother!"

The two said with one voice: "if you have two hearts, you will be rejected by the way of heaven, and the heart devil will bite and die!"

Finish.

The two drank the wine mixed with blood in one gulp.

Bang!

Liu Qingfeng dropped the wine bowl in his hand, stood up, grabbed Zheng Feiyue's hand and shouted excitedly, "brother!"

Zheng Feiyue shook his hand and nodded, "brother!"

Liu Qingfeng: "brothers together!"

Zheng Feiyue: "its profit breaks the gold!"

"Card!"

Chang Yuchun shouted, turned off the camera and clapped with the other brothers.

Soon.

The news of Zheng Feiyue's marriage to Liu Qingfeng spread all over the 56 cities on the east bank through Xianwang.

The suzerain of each major sect reacted differently. Some people thought that Zheng Feiyue wanted to completely hold Liu Qingmang's thigh, but others thought Zheng feichao's move had a profound meaning.

Before long, Liu Qingmang also got the news. The gold medal deacon patted his thigh angrily.

He knew his nephew's nature very well. He could do such a thing as making obeisance to Zheng Feiyue.

However, if you bow down, why make everyone know?

What do you think of the seven zongmen?

What do evil gods think?

Soon, will the decisive battle destined to shock the east coast add variables?

At such a sensitive time point, a small tie up may trigger a lot of chain reactions. For this reason, Liu Qingmang even has trouble sleeping and eating, but it's done. It doesn't help to blame Qingfeng again.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingmang sent another confidant to the east bank secretly, and climbed the evil god mountain on a dark and windy night.

Liu Qingmang's confidant was the left Dharma protector of the evil god sect, the bearded old man.

"Deacon Wang visited late at night. What can I do for you?" asked the old man with long beard.

Deacon Wang is a middle-aged man. His cultivation at the peak of returning to emptiness is not enough, but he is holding Liu Qingmang's token in his hand, which doubles his worth: "to tell you the truth, I came tonight to worship Zheng Feiyue."

come to the point.

The bearded old man said with a smile, "Zheng Feiyue worships people. What's the matter with my evil god sect?"

Deacon Wang: "Lord Liu asked me to bring a message. Zheng Feiyue and Liu Qingfeng's worship is purely his private behavior. The general League has no intention to involve Zheng Feiyue in the gratitude and resentment between Zheng Feiyue and Guizong. I hope the evil god knows about it."

Hearing the speech, the old man with long beard shook his head and said, "Lord Liu is worried too much. Zheng Feiyue's death time is reduced. Even if the general League intervenes, it won't help!"

This is tantamount to saying that even if you Liu Qingmang choose to help Zheng Feiyue, so what?

The result will not change!

Deacon Wang's expression was a little embarrassed. He came with Lord Liu's will this time to express goodwill, but he didn't want others to be merciless at all.

I've heard that the evil god sect is domineering and independent. When I see it today, it really deserves its reputation.

Fortunately, the old man with long beard didn't embarrass him all the time. He said, "but I still want to thank Lord Liu. After we get rid of Zheng Feiyue, we will naturally come to the door to thank him."

Deacon Wang laughed. After laughing, he turned and said, "in addition to this, Lord Liu asked me to tell Guizong that weeding needs to be rooted. Zheng Feiyue is crafty and can't be careless."

"All intrigues and tricks are nothing but paper paste in the face of absolute strength." the bearded old man looked disdainful. "The gutter capsized will not happen to us."

Deacon Wang sighed, "the evil god sect naturally has the strength to crush, but the cunning rabbit still has three caves. Zheng Feiyue is very good at drilling camp. If he accidentally lets him run away, there will be endless trouble."

Zheng Feiyue's overall strength can be seen by people with clear eyes. It must be no better than the evil god sect.

But if you say potential, who dares to underestimate Zheng Feiyue?

Zheng Feiyue's actual age has always been a secret to the outside world, but it is certain that this son's age will never be older than Wang Xiaohua and Liu Qingfeng.

At this age, he can break his wrists with the first person on the east bank, saying that he overestimates himself or that he doesn't know good or bad, but at the same age stage, no second person can do it.

Cut the grass and cut the roots!

This is most appropriate for Zheng Feiyue.

"The battle of fairy peak has proved that there are many forces that can help him in the seven sects. Even Guizong... There are opposition voices. If you want to cut down the roots, you should make more preparations." deacon Wang kindly reminded.

Hearing his speech, the old man with a long beard sneered and said, "if you really want to talk about the way of drilling camp, how can Zheng Feiyue compare with the leader of my family who has stood on the east bank for thousands of years? His little skills are just playing tricks. Dealing with him is as simple as crushing an ant."

Deacon Wang heard the implication:

The evil god sect is fully prepared to kill Zheng Feiyue!