Chapter 139: Who Are You?

The moment Wang Ziqian said this.

The entire Jiufeng Mountain was dead silent.

All the bigwigs, led by Zhao Lidong and Liang Yan, looked at Wang Ziqian with incredible eyes, like looking at a madman.

Tang Peilin chuckled and looked at his daughter Tang Yue beside him: "Xiaoyue, what do you think?" ”

Tang Yue thought for a while and said, "This young master of the Wang family is really a newborn calf, not afraid of tigers." ”

Tang Peilin shook his head and said: "What newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, this prince is an idiot at all, not even his younger brother Wang Zikun." ”

Tang Peilin spoke in a loud voice.

Wang Ziqian heard it clearly, and a wave of anger suddenly swelled up in his heart, but soon, he found that everyone around him was watching him.

"What are you all watching me do?"

"Am I wrong?"

"This Qin Feng, isn't he just relying on himself to be the dog of the Wushuang Palace, and with Qin Wushuang supporting him, he is here to fight with people?"

Wang Ziqian loudly defended himself.

But no one around him took his words seriously, but looked at him with more and more pity, as if he was looking at a dying man.

At this time, Yang Baohu suddenly shot at Wang Ziqian.

The master made a move, and the leaves did not stick, and he instantly returned to the same place and stood still.

And Wang Ziqian had already vomited blood and flew out.

'Poof! ’

If Wang Xiao hadn't reacted in time and hurriedly grabbed Wang Ziqian, I'm afraid that this eldest young master of the Wang family would have fallen directly from the cliff and fell to pieces.

But even so, Wang Ziqian was hit hard by a blow, his internal organs were ruptured, and blood bubbled out of his nose and mouth.

"Master... Grandfather... Avenge me..."

The prince was lying on the ground, dying.

Wang Xiao's facial muscles twitched violently, and he saw his beloved grandson seriously injured and dying, and the long-pent-up resentment in his heart exploded at this moment.

'Boom! ’

A strong anger rose to the sky.

"How dare you do it to the descendants of the Wang family in front of the old man!"

"What a guts!"

Wang Xiao paused word by word, and his voice was like rolling thunder.

But neither Yang Baohu nor Qin Feng reacted in the slightest.

Wang Xiao clenched his fists and roared loudly: "Do you know who the old man is? ”

When Qin Feng heard this, he sneered, and didn't answer at all, but just asked, "Then do you know who I am?" ”

At this moment, Qin Feng's whole person was like a sharp blade out of the sheath, the breath of a king, soaring into the sky, like a giant god, holding a sharp axe, opening up the heavens and the earth.

In the gloomy sky, the dark clouds were split at this moment, and a thousand rays of light fell on him.

Wang Xiao was instantly suppressed by this momentum.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly couldn't see clearly, as if what was standing in front of him was not a human being, but a god's mansion.

Wang Xiao only felt that his momentum was suppressed in an instant.

At this moment, Liang Yan, the head secretary of the Jiangnan Sky Survey Division, slowly took a step forward and said to Qin Feng: "Meet Qin Ye." ”

Zhao Lidong followed: "Meet Qin Ye." ”

"Meet Qin Ye."

"Meet Qin Ye."

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For a while, all the bigwigs standing on Jiufeng Mountain bent down and bowed to Qin Feng in unison, with an extremely pious attitude, as if they were kneeling down to worship the gods.

Seeing this battle, Wang Xiao's heart was even more bottomless, a layer of cold sweat faintly appeared on his forehead, and he said in a deep voice: "Why do they all call you Qin Ye?" Who are you, who are you? ”

Qin Feng stood there, hugging Qin Xiaoxiao, and didn't speak.

Yang Baohu, who was standing next to him, sneered and said: "There are three thousand generals in the Wushuang Palace, twenty-eight killing gods, seven protectors, and four main gods!" Including the hall master, there is only one person surnamed Qin! Tell me, who is Qin Ye? ”