Rumble!

As soon as the words fell, Mo Shaoqiu's momentum at the peak of the third order of the magic spirit was immediately undisguised, and in an instant, the Qinglian Sanren who had just fallen to the ground was forced to retreat again and again, and he couldn't even breathe.

This...... This is......

His face couldn't stop shaking, and the Qinglian Sanren was stunned with fright.

At this moment, he had already sensed it, this was the momentum of a third-order peak magic spirit master. It's just that he never expected that his point would be so back, and he would actually meet such a peerless powerhouse here.

However, the horror in his heart has not yet fallen.

Syllable!

Another soft sound sounded, Yan Tianxing also dropped his chopsticks, and said with a gloomy face: "Just a second-order early stage miscellaneous pieces, you dare to shout in front of a few of our old guys, you really have a kind." ”

Wow!

Another extremely terrifying and powerful momentum came out, approaching that Qinglian Sanren, and couldn't help but crush him to the point that his heart was about to stop.

And the strength of this momentum, he also felt it, this is the strong momentum of the third-order master of the third order of the magic spirit, it is definitely not an existence that he can easily compare.

Originally, the appearance of a peak master of the magic spirit had already scared him to the core. But he never expected that there would be another one, where could he fight? Even if he wanted to run, he probably didn't have this chance.

After all, the gap in strength between the two sides is too big, and the two third-order masters of the magic spirit are surrounded by each other, and he, a rookie who has just broken through the second order of the magic spirit, is a fish and turtle in the urn, and he can only be caught with his hands.

Thinking of this, the Qinglian people were about to cry.

But before he could squeeze out a trace of desperate tears, then, a pair of chopsticks slapped on the table. The old guys at that table suddenly exerted their momentum in unison, and the momentum was monstrous.

The powerful qi pressure of the six sorcering spirit battle kings in a row, each of which was stronger than his Qinglian Sanren, immediately scared him so much that he was about to pee out.

Anyway, did the brothers come out to dinner together, why did they run out of so many masters all at once?

"Big big ...... Big brother, big brother, little brother has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, I don't know how much you big brother came here, how offended just now, and I still look at Haihan!"

With a deflated mouth, the incorruptible and loose man basically apologized to the six people on the table with a crying voice and clenched his fists, his knees trembled, and he almost knelt.

Everyone rolled their eyes, too lazy to look at him, and Yan Tianxing even issued a palm with his hand: "Big Buddha Seal!"

Burst!

A golden light flashed, and it immediately smashed into the chest of the Qinglian Sanren, knocking him out with the momentum, and he spat blood from his mouth.

Then, Yan Tianxing knocked on the wine glass and said, "It's okay, it's okay, everyone continue to eat, don't let that mess spoil our Yaxing." By the way, my lord, where did you just go?"

"Oh, I said......"

Yang Feng didn't stop his mouth from beginning to end, ignoring the movements behind him, and still looking forward to his grand blueprint endlessly.

Yan Tianxing and the others were also very face-saving, listening carefully, and casting appreciative glances from time to time, which made Yang Feng's self-confidence soar and was quite gratifying.

At this time, they were still talking and laughing, calm and calm, as if nothing had happened, only a group of the king's subordinates lying on the ground, showing how tragic the battle situation was just now.

Looking at all this, the bearded people couldn't help but be confused.

Isn't it said that the masters of the War Emperor are all rare existences in the world, why did so many people pop up at once today? There were eight people at a table, and there was a child among them, and six War Emperor Magic Spirits came out?

Grandma is a bear, when did the War Emperor Sorcery become so cheap, like Chinese cabbage, you can see it everywhere?

And where is this family sacred? How can they have so many peerless masters with them?

The bearded faces twitched, and they were stunned, especially the young man, who stared at Yang Feng and the others at the table in disbelief, his eyes full of confusion.

What kind of powerhouses are they? Who is this Second Ancestor, and why are so many masters guarding him?

At first, he felt that Yang Feng's family was sick and didn't know whether they were alive or dead. But now, he found out that it was not that people were sick, but that people had the strength to be so arrogant.

What if you encounter the army of the backer king transporting the birth gang?

In a daze, those bearded men and others who wanted to rob the Dao just knelt on the ground, stupidly looking at this group of peerless masters who were eating, drinking and having fun.

The Five Poison Boy came to the Qinglian Sanren who had been sealed by the Buddha and cultivated, punched and kicked, and scolded while beating back: "Let you just bully me, dead old man, stinky old man, great? There is no old man in our family, hum." Our old man is much more powerful than you, and he makes you ......."

Bang bang bang!

That Qinglian Sanren was beaten and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, but he had a hard time saying that he could only bear it.

Who would have thought that his sassy and heroic appearance just now would end so quickly, alas......

Half an hour later, Yang Feng wiped the corners of his mouth full of oil stains, turned around unsatisfied, and looked at the kneeling crowd in front of him with a full burp.

There are those bearded people, as well as the little prince and the old man Qinglian.

It's just that at this time, the old man Qinglian no longer has the previous fairy wind bones, but his face is swollen like a pig's head, and the cold winter thunder is still very poisoned, and he continues to twitch.

Pouting with a wicked smile, Yang Feng first looked at the little prince and the others: "Everyone, I ask myself if I am a peace-loving person. If you don't usually cause trouble or cause trouble, why do you have to trouble me? Where did I offend you?"

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

The corners of his mouth were deflated, and the little prince hurriedly waved his hand and explained: "Just now, Xiao Wang thought that you were in the same group as those people, so I was offended, and I hope you will forgive me." ”

Xiao Wang?

Raising his eyebrows, Yang Feng said strangely: "You call yourself Xiao Wang?

"Uh-huh, my grandfather is the king of the backers. This time we were sent to the imperial capital to congratulate His Majesty on his birthday and send him a birthday compendium. Who knows what ...... halfway"

"The backer?"

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Feng shouted again, raised his eyelids and thought: "Hey, this name is so familiar, where have you heard it before...... Oh, remember, old iron!"

After thinking about it for a while, he finally remembered that the backer king was not the last pillar of the Wind and Thunder Emperor's family that Lao Tie said, the man who was ninth on the world's list.

His position in Fenglei is basically the same as Lao Tie's status in Nanzhao, and he is the last trump card to defend the royal family.

In other words, in the future, this backer king is likely to be an obstacle before he can win the wind and thunder.

His eyes rolled from side to side, and Yang Feng smiled evilly and said, "Little prince, don't be too polite, there is no misunderstanding, we are here to rob you of the Birthday Gang." ”

"Ah, you're here to rob the Birthday Gang, who are you, why are you robbing us of the birthday gift we sent to Your Majesty? Do you know what kind of sin this is?"

"Are we still afraid of any major crimes? With the strength of our Murong Family's White Tiger Army, even if that emperor Lao'er knows that we robbed it, what if he dares to touch a single hair of our family? Hahaha......

"What?White Tiger Army Murong Family?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present suddenly exclaimed in unison. Not only the little prince and others, but also the bearded people.

The corners of Yang Feng's mouth furled, he didn't look at their shocked eyes, he immediately raised his head and continued to say arrogantly: "That's right, Lao Tzu Xing will not change his name or surname." The son of the Murong family, Murong is handsome. This time I grabbed the birthday gang, and I was given it as a gift to my uncle, the head of the Murong family, hum hum!"

Burst!

Hearing this, Mo Shaoqiu couldn't help but bow his head and laugh secretly.

The head of the family is going to blame the Murong family, so that the royal family and the Murong family will be completely pinched, hehehe......