"Huh?" everyone was shocked, "What kind of character is Feng Yang? ”

Feng Yang was shocked in his heart, how did this person recognize him? Not only was he wearing a black robe that covered his body and face, but his storage bracelet also had the effect of covering his breath.

"Hmph, you probably don't know yet, right?" Xue Qingyang's lips hooked, "This little brother Feng Yang, but the one who defeated my brother just now!"

"Huh?" everyone exclaimed, "He defeated the little boy Xue Qingyu?"

"The little boy is the first person under the phantom blue of our Snow Cliff City! What is the origin of this peak?

"Yes...... If the little boy is defeated, it is not appropriate for the second son to arrest people like this, right?"

"Hmph!" Xue Qingyang snorted coldly, "I sent so many people to find him, it's not because of this!"

As he spoke, Xue Qingyang clapped his hands, and a man with a bandage under his hand walked out, Feng Yang fixed his eyes and saw that it was Zhen Zhenyu.

I saw that this flash Zhenyu was wrapped in a bandage on his head, and blood seemed to be oozing from the bandage.

"Did you see it?" Xue Qingyang folded his fan, "He defeated my brother, my subordinates saw that he was a talent, and wanted to recruit him to my door, and I also intended to give him a half-official position, but this Feng Yang actually injured him, if I don't come forward, who will dare to throw himself into my door in the future!"

As he spoke, Xue Qingyang waved his hand: "Take it for me!"

"Wait!" Feng Yang shouted, "It's true that I refused, but the second son doesn't want to spew blood!"

"First of all, he said something slanderous against my family, out of disrespect! And I didn't do it, who knows how the injury was done. ”

Yi Zihan, who was hiding in the storage bracelet, sighed and covered his eyes.

"Feng Yang, this person is here to find trouble, it's useless to reason with him......"

Feng Yang didn't seem to hear Yi Zihan's words and added: "This can be a misunderstanding." ”

"Misunderstanding?" Shen Zhenyu screamed angrily, "Did you hurt me if I misunderstood?" If I was injured, I would still look for you? Isn't this ruining the reputation of our second son?"

"Okay! No matter what, I must arrest you first and then interrogate you! Give it to me!"

The second son gave an order, and the doorman behind him flew up and stepped forward to take down Feng Yang.

Feng Yang saw that the situation was not good, and when he screamed, the Spirit Wind Sword was unsheathed and entangled with them.

The sword light and sword shadow frightened everyone to hide aside.

The second son's disciple is usually not good at stubble, and he is also a strong person among ordinary people, but Feng Yang is different, he is also from the family, of course, he also has some background, plus he worships under the door of a famous teacher, and is guided by a strong person like Yi Zihan, and basically no one can stand out among the jasper martial artists, so beating these people can be regarded as a piece of cake, and within ten rounds, these people are lying on the ground.

"This Feng Yang is indeed powerful, and he is worthy of being the one who can defeat the little boy. ”

"Yes, yes, since you can defeat Xiao Gongzi, of course your strength is strong!"

"But the second son is the Powder Immortal Martial King, and it seems that this little brother Fengyang will not be able to escape. ”

"Maybe people have a backstage, too? If it causes a family fight, it will be beautiful. ”

"You really don't think it's a big deal! Family struggle? That's not because our common people suffered! What kind of agreement was signed and settled in the end, and who would accompany us people if they broke their things?"

"That's it, that Snow Cliff City struggle burned down a street of houses, and finally the people reconciled, and the people's things were gone, and there was no place to reason!"

"That is, this world is the world of the strong!"

"Look! the second son has made a move!" a man shouted as he interrupted everyone's ramblings.

"A bunch of waste!" I saw Gongzi scolding, "Do you all eat dry rice!"

The second son flew up and pounced on Feng Yang, but before Feng Yang could react, the second son had already grabbed Feng Yang's neck.

"I'll just say it's useless to be reasonable, don't run away...... I won't help you, I'll ......do it myself," Yi Zihan in the storage bracelet rolled his eyes and said.

Feng Yang didn't want to let the master help him, his own practice, if everything depends on the master, what else is it called practice?

Feng Yang didn't answer, a cloud of black qi condensed in his hand, and pushed Xue Qingyang away with one palm.

"What is this!"

"He was able to push the second son away!"

Xue Qingyang also didn't expect that this jade martial artist in front of him would be able to push himself away! He is the Powder Immortal Martial King, he can be regarded as the first person in the Powder Underworld in Snow Cliff City, and the strong man who has half a foot in Qingbo!

"Well, yes, I know how to use the power of the divine beast. Yi Zihan said with a smile.

There are two functions of the divine beast, one is to summon directly, and the other is to act on the body with the power of the divine beast.

Although the effect on the body is not as powerful as the direct summoning, this is the place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon after all, Feng Yang was afraid that someone would recognize Jiutian and bring trouble to Yi Zihan, so he chose this.

Pushing Xue Qingyang away, Feng Yang took out the wind whistler from the storage bracelet, and shook the barrel of the gun, and the gun gall hit, making a crisp sound.

"Holy soldier?" Xue Qingyang saw at a glance that Feng Yang's weapon was a holy soldier, and said, "It's true that you can defeat my brother, but if you want to fight me, you're still much worse!"

As he spoke, Xue Qingyang unfolded the folding fan in his hand: "My osmanthus fan is also a holy soldier!"

I saw Xue Qingyang wave his hand, and sharp blades burst out of each fan bone, and the light reflected by the blade made everyone's hearts tremble.

This Xue Qingyang's weapon is actually an iron fan!

Feng Yang raised his spear and stabbed, the gun was like a dragon, and the silver light appeared, piercing the snow and Qingyang.

Although the strength is definitely not as strong as Yi Zihan, it can be regarded as experienced and experienced.

I saw Xue Qingyang bow his head, dodge Feng Yang's attack, flick the folding fan, approach Feng Yang's body like a snake, and pierce Feng Yang with the tip of the fan bone.

"Ah!" Feng Yang hurriedly dodged away, and made another move back to the horse pistol, and the tip of the spear condensed spiritual power and stabbed at Xue Qingyang.

Xue Qingyang led the fan to cover the face and blocked the blow with the fan.

"His noodles are not made of paper!" Feng Yang was startled, and stabbed again with his spear, and Xue Qingyang continued to resist.

"This Xue Qingyang is so strong, much stronger than Ge Yu in Nawo City, he beat me so badly without skills. Feng Yang thought in his heart, "No, I have to find a chance to escape!"

Suddenly, Xue Qingyang threw the fan, and the sharp blade on the fan bone flew out, like a hidden weapon, flying towards Fengyang.

Feng Yang hurriedly took a step back, pulled out the Spirit Wind Sword from his waist, and slashed in front of him, and suddenly a crack was cut on the ground, and the wind rushed out of the ground in the crack, forming a wall of wind.

"Tempest Barrier!"

Seeing that the wind wall blocked the flying hidden weapon, Feng Yang turned around and left, and with a stab of the howling wind gun, it pierced the wall of the teahouse, Feng Yang immediately flashed out, and a cloud of black gas condensed on his back, forming a pair of black wings.

The peaks flutter their wings and fly into the sky.

"Xue Qingyang, Shen Zhenyu, I Fengyang will not let you go!"