Chapter 1091

Flames come in many colors.

The most common is red flame, in addition to orange flame, blue flame, purple flame, white flame and so on.

I don't know when to start, the golden flame has become the most special flame on the east bank

It has a serious Name: Tiangang flame, and represents an eye opening way: the way of strange fire.

At this moment, on the Tongtian peak, when the familiar golden flame rises from the copper rust, the uninhibited voice seems to reverberate in everyone's mind: "Tiangang flame, burning in my body!"

Boom!

Flames soar!

The cloudless peak has a golden sun.

They covered their eyes to cover up the horror in their eyes and the trembling in their hearts.

That man

Are you really alive?

The golden light dispersed, the bronze rust held his chest with both hands and surrounded him, sending out Zheng Feiyue's unique voice: "I haven't seen you for months. Are you still satisfied with my appearance?"

This voice, this tone,

No mistake, it's the man!

The men of the iron blood camp first reacted. They looked ecstatic. Qi fell to the ground and shouted, "have you seen Zheng Shuai!"

"Get up," Zheng Feiyue said with a smile.

The six got up, then quickly stepped forward and protected Zheng Feiyue tightly in the middle. Zhao Yun even burst into tears and said, "boss, we won't run away this time."

A few months ago, it was also at Tongtian peak. After escorting Zheng Feiyue to the top, the Gemini withdrew with a bloody tripod. Afterwards, Zheng Feiyue and the evil god "died pleasantly," which made them extremely remorse themselves.

After a lifetime of fighting, how can you leave the coach and fight alone?

This time, they won't return again!

At this point, other people also reflected that the ugly disciple of the magic weapon sect in front of him was Zheng Feiyue. No, it should be said that it was the body where Zheng Feiyue lived.

All the eight forces were silent. Everyone looked different and digested this unacceptable fact.

This demon is still alive

An evil god can't kill him, even a different space can't kill him!

Liu Qingmang is also silent. It is reasonable to say that with his identity and Zheng Feiyue is the silver deacon under his command, he should say a few words to break the embarrassing silence.

Just what?

Why aren't you dead?

I really don't know what to say except this sentence.

When Zheng Feiyue saw that everyone didn't speak, he smiled and said, "at least they are old acquaintances. Now that I'm the king, you don't have a word of congratulations. I'm going to be angry."

This is a joke, but it is so heavy from Zheng Feiyue's mouth.

In the team of the magic weapon sect, Mingqi just wanted to say hello to his good brother, but he was grabbed by the leader's senior brother and told him, "it's not time for us to speak for the time being."

Mingqi thought about it, nodded, and then said to the copper hammer: "old hammer, how are you?"

The hand of the copper hammer trembled violently, like Parkinson's, and said, "brother, my good brother and my son, have they been taken away by Zheng Feiyue?"

Mingqi patted his old friend on the back of his hand and said with a smile, "what are you thinking? Bronze rust is my good brother's life-saving benefactor. It's not only okay, but also a great opportunity. You old fellow, just follow your son!"

The copper hammer straightened the eyes.

Between the fields,

Still no one spoke.

In terms of identity, Liu Qingmang is the highest one.

In terms of intimacy, Wang Po is the closest one.

In terms of anxiety, Qian Jun is the one who is most worried.

On anger, the one left Dharma protector hates most.

However, these four people either bowed their heads, or were in a daze, or looked left and right. Their hearts turned a hundred times, but they didn't say a word.

Zheng Feiyue yawned and said, "when I didn't show up, I jumped and walked happily. Now I'm mute? There are so many people, not a man?"

"Just a person who survived a disaster, what's arrogance?!"

Finally someone spoke. It was Liu Qingyuan, Liu Qingmang's nephew.

Young people can't be excited. In addition, Liu Qingyuan has not seen Zheng Feiyue's means and abilities for a long time. Naturally, there is no sense of awe in his heart.

Zheng Feiyue looked at him up and down and said, "are you Qingfeng's brother?"

Liu Qingyuan snorted coldly, "it's me."

Zheng Feiyue waved: "for your brother's sake, stay where it's cool. There's no place for you to talk."

Liu Qingyuan: "you and I both work for the general League. They are all silver deacons. Why am I not qualified to speak?"

"Working for the general League?" Zheng Feiyue was happy. He took out his silver brand directly, threw it under his feet in front of Liu Qingyuan, stepped on it, and rolled it hard!

Liu Qingyuan was furious. This move was undoubtedly blaspheming his faith. When he was about to attack, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone. When he turned around, it was his uncle: "Lord Liu..."

Liu Qingmang shook his head at his nephew, then turned to Zheng Feiyue, sighed slightly and said, "deacon Zheng, since you're not dead, why don't you come out early to meet everyone?"

"If I had come out earlier, how could I see such a good play?"

Zheng Feiyue smiled and said, looking straight at Liu Qingmang, even with a condescending meaning, without the slightest fear, which has never appeared before.

Liu Qingmang frowned, but he soon understood the look in his eyes and sighed: "you can watch the play, but why do you use the bronze body to play with everyone?"

"I'm alive. You're unhappy. How can you attack if you don't give yourself a name for the remaining sins?" Zheng Feiyue spread out his hands and looked at Liu Qingmang with a smile on his face.

Provocation.

With blatant provocation, Zheng Feiyue, who came over "heavy work", is like a powerful bomb. Whoever speaks explodes!

Liu Qingmang didn't say it, but Liu Qingyuan was half angry and scolded: "Zheng Feiyue, don't deceive people too much! Dare to be rude to Lord Liu, do you really think I dare not catch you?"

Zheng Feiyue stretched out his hands: "come and catch! Anyone who wants to kill me can do it. Now I'm very easy to kill in the bronze body. If I miss this village, I won't have this store."

The voice fell.

There are at least four or five killing ideas rising in the field.

The men of the iron blood camp changed their faces slightly. The six men launched an array to firmly protect the boss in the middle. If they really fight, they will send people out even if they fight hard.

After a few breaths, the killing intention subsided slowly.

Even the furious Liu Qingyuan, under the hint of Liu Qingmang, dared not give up the idea of doing it.

The more important people are, the more scruples they have. Many people want Zheng Feiyue to die, but think of those lessons. The killing intention is like being watered out by a basin of cold water and quickly calmed down.

Those who have not been killed by evil gods, can we get them?

Zheng Feiyue laughed and turned to the men in the iron blood camp and said, "relax, guys, they don't dare to do it. They're afraid I'll keep my backhand. They'll step on the horse and have a bunch of wine bags and rice bags!"

It's really impolite to scold!

The men of the iron blood camp were a little uneasy.

Just a moment ago, they clearly felt that there was hostility around them, and more than half of the experts wanted to kill. If they really wanted to fight, it was absolutely dangerous.

The boss not only does not converge, but often makes wild and vicious remarks, which is both worrying and admirable.