At this time, Zhu Haiyu's face became pale, and then his fists were clenched, looking at Feng Hao and Feng Chime, and said, "Both, as long as the two of you don't take Liang Zhu away, the old man is willing to listen to the two of you."

"You?"

Feng Ling'er sneered: "In the Sealed Demon Valley, you can be regarded as the third refining master, but in my Feng family, you can only be regarded as the last class, what is the use of asking you to be an old waste?"

Old rubbish!?

As soon as Feng Ling'er's words fell, an uproar sounded around her.

You must know that Zhu Haiyu not only has a very high status in Qiangcheng, but he is also a well-known figure in Fengzhou, the capital of heaven, but at this moment, a junior of the Feng family pointed his nose and scolded.

How arrogant is this?

When Zhu Haiyu heard Feng Ling'er's words, her originally calm face turned red at this moment.

Feng Ling'er glanced at Zhu Haiyu coldly, and then said, "Take it away for me"

"Wait!"

At this time, Ren Qingyang walked out slowly.

Zhu Haiyu was slightly surprised when she saw someone coming: "Brother Ren!?"

The monks present all looked in that direction, some of them knew Ren Qingyang, and some of them showed a hint of doubt.

Feng Ling'er said in a weird manner: "Yo, who am I Dao?

Ren Qingyang glanced at Feng Ling'er and said lightly: "When will the people of the Feng family only bully the weak? I think this is really not in line with the prestige of the Feng family."

Feng Ling'er had a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and said: "We have a gambling contract with Zhu Haiyu, what is bullying? Don't talk nonsense, ruin the reputation of my Feng family, even if you are a servant, I will not save you the slightest face."

Zhu Haiyu's face became extremely gray, and he sighed in a low voice: "It's old and useless.........."

When the young man heard Zhu Haiyu's words, he cried out repeatedly: "Master, I don't want to go with them, I don't want to go with them."

"Liang Zhu, come with us, what do you want, our Feng family doesn't have it?" Feng Hao didn't dare to ignore it, and directly pulled the young man away.

"Don't, I don't want to go with you"

Liang Zhu wanted to break free from Feng Hao's hand, but with his strength, how could he break free from the hands of the Infinite Golden Immortal cultivator Feng Hao?

"It's a pity, Liang Zhu is a good seedling"

"Feng family, it's too domineering"

........

The monks around them all shook their heads and sighed secretly.

"How about a match?"

Just as Feng Hao was about to walk out of the hut door with Liang Zhu, an arm grabbed Feng Hao's wrist.

Feng Hao was shocked, raised his head and saw a young man in white standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

Feng Hao's face sank at the moment, and he said, "Boy, looking for trouble?"

Wen Qingye took out the Zhuxian sword, put it on the table next to him, and said with a smile: "This sword, you win, it belongs to you, if you lose, this kid puts it down"

Feng Ling'er glanced at the Zhuxian Sword on the table, and said with a sneer in her eyes: "What kind of thing is this, you still want to use it as a bet?, are you an idiot?"

Feng Hao nodded, glanced at Wen Qingye with disdain, and said, "That's it, you want to compete with me Feng Hao with this thing?"

"Brother Wen!"

When Ren Qingyang saw this, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, Zhu Haiyu was not Feng Hao's opponent, how could Wen Qingye be Feng Hao's opponent?

"Thank you for this little brother's help, but forget it, it's the old man who is not good at learning"

Zhu Haiyu glanced at Wen Qingye gratefully, then sighed heavily, looked at Liang Zhu and said, "The old man plans to follow the two of them back to the Feng family together, even if he is a cow and a horse in the Feng family, as long as he can see this child."

Feng Hao smiled and said, "You are in the Feng family, and you are only worthy of being a cow and a horse.......

Wow!

At this moment, a sword light seemed to fall from the sky, slashing in front of Feng Hao.

In an instant, Feng Hao's pupils widened suddenly, a chill ran down his spine, and a cold sweat broke out, as if he had walked through the underworld.

Bang dang!

I saw that the sword light had been slashed, and the arrow in Feng Hao's hand made with Tian** iron was cut off, and the cross-section was as bright as a mirror.

Wen Qingye looked at Feng Hao with a shocked face indifferently, and said lightly: "Can it be compared?"

Everyone present was distracted, and their minds kept recalling that sword light.

Feng Ling'er was the first to react, and said angrily at the moment: "Bastard, dare to threaten the people of my Feng family?"

"Peerless Sword!"

Zhu Haiyu couldn't help but lose his voice when he saw the sword light.

When everyone around heard this, they all looked at the Zhuxian Sword in Wen Qingye's hand in surprise, no one expected that the sword that looked simple and ordinary would be such a sharp flying sword.

Feng Ling'er still wanted to have a seizure, but the young man next to him, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating, stopped him, then looked at Feng Hao, and said seriously: "Compared with him, I want that sword."

Feng Hao was slightly stunned when he heard the young man's words, nodded, then looked at Wen Qingye, and sneered: "Boy, I compare with you"

"It's over" Zhu Haiyu's eyes darkened, and said, "Feng Hao is going to get a peerless flying sword again"

Ren Qingyang didn't speak, there were some doubts in his heart, Wen Qingye should know how to refine weapons, otherwise why would he try to compete with Feng Hao?

Feng Hao looked at the furnace in front of him and sneered: "I have just refined the Heavenly ** Iron, as long as you can prepare the Heavenly ** Iron like me, even if I lose, what?"

Zhu Haiyu on the side heard this, and hurriedly said: "Don't promise him, Jiuyang's folding forging method is one of the top forging methods, and if you use other forging methods, it is impossible to shape the ** iron chip in the spiritual fire."

Wen Qingye smiled, looked at Feng Hao with a smug face, and said, "Okay, I promise you"

"Hey"

Zhu Haiyu found that Wen Qingye ignored his reminder, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Feng Hao sneered, stretched out his palm and made a gesture of please: "That kid, you can please"

Seeing this, Feng Ling'er looked at the silent young man, and asked in a low voice, "What grade is that sword?"

The silent young man kept staring at the Immortal Sword in Wen Qingye's hand, opened his lips and said: "The pinnacle immortal magic weapon, and it belongs to the ancient refiners, it should be a famous magic weapon, like the Four Peerless Immortal Sword, and like the sword of benevolence Zhanlu, no, it is like the sword of might, Tai'a, in short, it is absolutely extraordinary."

When Feng Ling'er heard the young man's words, her red lips opened slightly, and then she looked at Feng Hao with an excited face, and said, "Feng Hao, you must win the sword in that kid's hand."

Feng Hao smiled proudly: "Ling'er, don't worry, I will lose to this kid?"

"This kid is chivalrous, but I'm afraid it's not good to look at the strength of the refining weapon, right?

"And that day, the ** iron was extremely difficult to make, and the general forging method was difficult to be effective."

"Peerless sword, I didn't expect the Feng family to get another peerless sword"

..........

The monks present all had good eyesight, and when they looked at Wen Qingye's clothes and wrists, they knew that Wen Qingye didn't often refine weapons, so he shook his head and sighed at the moment.

(End of chapter)