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The springs at the feet, the small bridges, the koi carp, and the pavilions not far away form a freehand picture of clear water and blue sky. The deepest mansion of the Song family is full of verdant green in the middle of noisy.

A round table, placed in the center of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, is antique and dignified and elegant. If there's anything that doesn't fit the view, it's the five hosts and guests sitting around the table.

Bai Ji looks dignified, cranks a paper fan, but his face is full of sickness, and he is indescribably weird.

Sanxian Ling, two old men are tall, with strange appearances, one is tall and talented, with a strong physique, the whole chicken and duck are put in the mouth, the teeth are closed, and the card bar is crisp, and even the bones are directly bitten and eaten into the abdomen. The other man was five short in stature, but he had a brain shell, and his two slender eyes were still flashing even when he was drinking.

Don't look at the difference between these two people, but they are biological brothers, and they also have a very high rank in the Three Immortal Mountains, ranking as the left and right protectors, and they are famous and famous. This time, the only son of the Song family is worshipping under the two of them, which can be described as a great opportunity.

In comparison, the father and son of the Song family are the most ordinary. It's just that how to dress up is still difficult to hide the anger on your face, as if you wrote on your face the eight big characters "Don't get close to the living, you are definitely not a good person".

While Song Zhenjiang looked at Qin Feng, Qin Feng's gaze also looked at the five people!

The white clothes and white crowns, paper fans and streamers, stand out from the crowd and are eye-catching.

Ten years have passed, the sick scholar, the gray face, just like yesterday. The shallow smile that pursed the corners of his mouth and looked at all beings with contempt was the most vivid in Qin Feng's memory.

A few people in front of the table, which one is not a famous person, the young man walked slowly, wearing a green shirt, fluttering in the wind, murderous, and gradually circling and permeating.

Well?

Bai Ji picks the corners of his eyes! The lips curled a little. It's funny, it's for me!

How many years have passed, and in the Tianyu Empire, there are fewer and fewer people who dare to show their murderous aura in front of themselves, let alone a teenager.

The left and right elders of the Three Immortal Mountains turned their heads at the same time, looking at the young man behind him who was walking forward with his sword on his back, and then looked at Bai Ji with a playful smile, that murderous aura was obviously coming towards the sick scholar. Where will escape their spiritual senses.

Song Zhenjiang's cloudy eyes slowly widened. This is the Song Mansion, not a place where anyone can come to make trouble, today the two Dharma Protector Elders of Sanxian Ling are in front of each other, as a landlord, how can he be weak. What's more, the Song family in Hedong is not a good man and a woman!

"Friend, my Song family is very happy today, if you want to ask for a glass of wine, please go to the front yard, this is a private banquet, it is inconvenient to receive outsiders."

is worthy of being a big party, and his words are not leaky. Song Zhenjiang's rampant Jinjiang relies on strength, and it is true that he is vicious, but those eyes are the foundation of his life.

The young man took one step at a time, and his handsome face was covered with frost and murderous aura. It's not like a reckless person, I'm afraid it's a raptor crossing the river! It's hard to be good, the cause and effect of Bai Ji is not a muddy water that his family can wade. But the attitude must be correct!

Bang!

The gray-clothed housekeeper stretched out his hand to stop Qin Feng, but before he could get wet, he was shocked by a true qi more than ten zhang, and he sat down among the flowers, dumbfounded. You must know that he is a powerhouse in the Middle Heaven Realm, and he is also the number one person in Jinjiang County. I didn't even touch the green shirt of the person who came. What kind of realm should that young man be? When did the Tianyu Empire have such a young demon.

In the Pavilion in the middle of the lake, the five people frowned at the same time. The depth of his own good hands, how can Song Zhenjiang not understand. If you were to change yourself, you might not be able to take down the opponent of the Middle Heaven Realm so easily.

Today, it seems that it is difficult to be good. After getting up slowly, Song Zhenjiang signaled his son not to act rashly. With a wave of his arm, from the attics on both sides, under the small bridge, and in the shade of the trees, eight figures flew out, as fast as a cunning rabbit, and after a few takeoffs, they surrounded Qin Feng. These eight people are the foundation of the Song family's rampant Jinjiang, and the eight masters of the Lower Heaven Realm. Everywhere it is, it is a force to be reckoned with. After the gray-clothed old man shook off the dust on his body, he said "offended" and flew into the battle group again.

Nine good players, from all directions at the same time, weapons dance, the cold light dazzling. Twenty years ago, Bai Ji, Tu Wanli and others were only in the realm of the sky, and they could slaughter thousands of creatures in the western grasslands of the Tianyu Empire and kill countless lives. It can be seen that the powerhouses of the Celestial Realm are such terrifying existences in the Tianyu Empire. If it weren't for Qin Feng's worship in the East Taigong of the Immortal Gate, being fed with endless elixirs with an iron rod for five years, and the constant adventures, there would never be today's achievements.

The nine powerhouses joined forces to kill, Qin Feng was not afraid, and when he stepped out, the mountains and rivers changed color. Bai Ji, Sanxian Ling left and right protectors, and stood up at the same time.

No way!

Through the Void!

The boy was only twenty-three or four years old at most. How did he do it?

In the eyes of others, Qin Feng's figure was disillusioned. Under the joint attack of the nine people, they disappeared into the heaven and earth, and in the next moment, the figure flickered, and reappeared on the original road, step by step, towards the Huxin Pavilion.

Is it too fast, or the old demon who was born, the five people guessed very much, and the strange scene reappeared, the nine masters of the Celestial Realm, the eight weapons, could not catch up with the green shirt fluttering, and all means were one step behind!

What the?

Song Zhenjiang is amazing, it's too weird, the young man has entered the door until now, without saying a word, but the murderous aura alone is getting stronger and stronger.

Bai Ji frowned, and finally shook his head and smiled bitterly, there are so many enemies! I really can't think of the origin of this young swordsman.

Bang!

Approaching the five people, Qin Feng no longer dodged, raised his hand and shook his palm, and slapped a Lower Heaven Realm swordsman in front of him out of the field. This palm made the eyebrows of the elders on the left and right of the Three Immortal Mountains jump. Just look at the blood spurted out by the good hand of the Song family, you know that this time, it will definitely not be too comfortable. The short Elder Zuo, who had slightly better eyesight, suddenly found that the person in the middle palm had a mess in his chest. If you don't die, you will lose half your life!

This is still the result of Qin Feng's subordinates showing mercy and not wanting to kill too much, if it weren't for this, with just one palm just now, that person would have no chance of survival.

The palm wind is martial, and the young man seems to be strolling leisurely, one step at a time. When he walked to the front of the pavilion, he shot just nine times, and there was no one beside him.

Song Zhenjiang, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows suddenly jumped, after this battle, the Song family was injured and his vitality was greatly damaged. What should be done, he has already done it, and the rest of the things will depend on Bai Ji's means.

Rumble!

The paper fan swayed, and a fierce tiger came out and roared into the sky!

Bai Ji knocked his hands on the fan and pointed at Qin Feng and said:

"Kill!"

The tiger shook its head and tail, jumped up, and the fishy wind blew in its face!

Even the seven killings of the white tiger who dominates the bloody sky, Qin Feng has learned it, and he will still care about the fierce beast soul of Bai Ji!

The sword trick steamed, and there was a clear sound. Huangquan sword, broken sheath flying. The cold light shone in front of the five people, the thunder was in the air, and a roar resounded through the sky!

"Bai Ji, die!"