Sa!

The warrior's trumpet was immediately converted into a mage's account, and the strength of his mental power, attack power, and defense power had reached the god level, and Yang Feng suddenly didn't feel dizzy.

It's just that he hasn't woken up yet.

Squinting his eyes, he swayed forward, only to see that at this moment, a purple-robed figure stood arrogantly in front of the door, staring at him with anger in his eyes.

Looking up again, the man's head was crowned with a dazzling number of 98.

"It's ...... Ninety-eight, wouldn't it?"

Rubbing his eyes vigorously and shaking his head, Yang Feng patted his cheeks drunkenly, and said with a smile: "Oh, I must have drunk too much today, and my old eyes are dizzy." I've traveled all over the world, and the most I have encountered at level 50 are the five patriarchs of the demon clan, and there are only a few people in Qiu Xiaotian, where did this come from ninety-eight? I guess it is...... Thirty-eight, twenty-eight, or eighteen?"

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and counted there, and finally nodded firmly, believing his guess.

Yes, he must be a three-eight, not ninety-eight.

Thinking like this, Yang Feng walked out with a grin, and shouted: "Hey, who are you, why are you running to my house? robbery or martial arts? Let me tell you, whether it is robbery or competition, you can't beat me, hahaha!"

Yang Feng was smirking, looking like a drunk.

However, when Yan Chongtian looked at this scene, his eyes trembled, and his heart was full of surprise.

How is it possible that this nether ant can still play drunken madness so calmly under the power of the old man?

That's right, Yan Chongtian, who is the top powerhouse in the spirit realm, let alone this small lower realm, even in their spirit realm, there are not many people who can withstand his powerful momentum and stand firmly in front of him.

Just now, whether it was Tu Ganglie and Ximen Zun, the two young people, or the old-timers Mo Shaoqiu and Yan Tianxing, as soon as they stepped out of the door, they were stunned by the momentum on Yan Chongtian's body.

Even Yang Feng's warrior account, when he first came into contact with Yan Chongtian's momentum, he was dizzy and dizzy.

Fortunately, Yang Feng subconsciously converted to a mage account, and finally withstood it easily.

This mage account is god-level, and its spiritual power is unfathomable. Yan Chongtian's powerful momentum was under Yang Feng's mage account, and when he landed, it was like a stream meeting the sea, and when it flowed in, it disappeared, and there was no use for any eggs.

But now, neither of them understands this.

Yang Feng drank so much that he didn't have time to think about it at all, and he was dazzled by the other party as a little minion of level thirty-eight. And although Yan Chongtian was surprised that there were actually people in this nether ant who could move freely under his momentum, he still wouldn't believe that some of these ants could be stronger than him.

So, Yan Chongtian stared at Yang Feng coldly and shouted, "Where is that martial arts alliance leader Yang Feng, let him come out to see me." ”

"Lao Tzu is, hiccup!"

After a wine hiccups, Yang Feng said angrily: "What are you looking for me, old guy?"

"You're Yang Feng?"

With a shock of brows, Yan Chongtian smiled, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes: "The bastard who bullied my daughter, the old man will finish you today and be angry for my daughter." ”

"Who is your daughter? I have bullied other people's daughters a lot, who are you?"

"What a prodigal son, and he really has a bad record. It seems that the old man slaughtered your ant today, and he did the right thing for heaven, hum. ”

As soon as he heard this, Yan Chongtian was even more furious, and he couldn't get angry.

He only thought that Yang Feng was just a little romantic, carrying his daughter to look for a child outside, but now when he heard it, this girl was clearly a stinky hooligan, bullying many women from good families outside, and he couldn't even count them.

This kind of scum scum second ancestor, and once served as his son-in-law, Yan Chongtian felt that it was an insult when he thought about it.

Suddenly, Yan Chongtian's heart was ruthless, and he came to Yang Feng in a flash, and then raised his palm, carrying endless thunder, and slapped it down.

Touch!

There was a loud bang, the thunder exploded, and the whole earth was churning, and everything around it was instantly destroyed into powder by the powerful fluctuations.

Yan Chongtian's eyes were about to split, and he glared angrily, as if even if he killed this prodigal son in the palm of his hand, he would not be able to relieve the hatred in his heart and wash away the shame of the Yan family.

But after the smoke and dust rolled, what caught his eye was Yang Feng's rather helpless eyes, and he was still drunk: "What are you doing, slapping me on the head?"

Belch!

With a twitch of his face, Yan Chongtian was dumbfounded, and looked at his palm inexplicably.

What the hell did I just do? Why didn't I slap this kid into a pulp?

A generation of powerhouse Yan Chongtian, who is also a well-known figure in the spiritual world, a peerless master. The power of this palm, even if it is a powerhouse of the same level of the demon clan, he does not dare to take it easily.

Otherwise, you will either be killed or injured.

Lao Yan is such a terrifying existence, a top master in the legend of the spirit world.

But he never expected that in this nether where ants are everywhere, he capsized in the gutter. Under the palm of his hand, he didn't slap anyone to death, not even a single hair.

This couldn't help but make this peerless powerhouse feel confused and at a loss.

Even if he didn't use any skills, this palm shouldn't be so weak. Isn't he facing those super strong people in the spirit world, he just wants to shoot an ant to death, is it so difficult?

Yan Chongtian was stunned, standing in place, unable to react for a while.

Yang Feng looked at him drunkenly, and said suddenly: "Hey, old guy, I'm asking you, why did you shoot me just now, why didn't you answer?"

Touch!

Saying that, Yang Feng also patted Yan Chongtian's head lightly, as if jokingly.

But before Yan Chongtian could react to what was going on, he suddenly felt a strong force, like Mount Tai pressing down from the center of his head, and in an instant, his eyes rolled white, and his mind fainted blankly.

At the same time, his head smashed into the ground like a meteor, and the entire imperial capital city immediately sparked magnificently, churning like a tsunami crossing the border.

But in the blink of an eye, all the houses from the Imperial Palace Ouchi to the people's houses were crumbled to pieces by this huge force.

Huang Laojiu was bathing in his large bathhouse of several thousand square meters, when he suddenly came to the dome, surrounded by ruins, and was stunned for a moment.

"Escort ......"

The little yellow shirt on the side screamed, and hurriedly came to Huang Laojiu to worship: "Your Majesty forgives your sins, and the slave is too late to save the car." The minions sent the Imperial Guards out to find out who did this. ”

"No need, if you can make such a big noise, you can think about who it is with your toes. ”

With a slight wave of his hand, Huang Laojiu looked at the sun, moon and stars above his head, and then looked at the ruins outside the imperial city, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh: "Oh, this Feng brother is drunk again, why is it so insignificant?"

Yang Feng was in his dusty courtyard, also looking at the surrounding ruins, especially the man who came out of nowhere under his feet and had to challenge him, blinked his innocent big eyes twice, and said with a smile: "Oh, it's a disaster, it's too strong, and we have to rebuild the capital again." It seems that I have drunk too much and can't control my strength, so I have to use the small size when I drink, but when will I switch back to the large one?

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