Cold words, anger and cold.

The fat on the squinting fat man's face piled up, his eyes fell on Zang Xuanweng, and the hand that was tapping on the table was slightly paused, and he gently supported it, as if he was about to stand up.

"Yongzhan, you must cherish the time of being a man, doglegs, but you won't live long. ”

Zang Xuanurn looked at the squinting fat man, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he did not hide his disgust at all, the two of them are both in the middle realm of the Martial King, one on one, who is afraid of whom?

"Boom!"

When these words came out, Yong Zhan suddenly got up, his body was powerful, and the seat under him was directly shattered, and the power of the Martial King realm came to his face, and the killing machine was shocked.

"Heh..."

Seeing this, Zang Xuanwen shook his head, but sat on the chair indifferently, with no intention of getting up, and even joked with a smile: "Fatty, you stand up and stand up, what kind of fart are you farting?"

"Tell me about you, where are you going to sit if you destroy this chair? If you don't sit on it, you should be compensated, right? Don't forget!"

"Okay, good..."

Yong Zhan's squinting eyes were cold, and when he said lightly, he raised his hand and grabbed it at his waist, and a thick stick was slowly twitched by it, and there was a streamer lingering on the stick, which was very extraordinary.

Suddenly, just as Yongzhan was about to make a move, he heard Cen Dong's deep voice slowly coming out: "Okay, what's the fuss about?"

"Humph!"

Yong Zhan's face was a little ugly, but when Cen Dong opened his mouth, he couldn't help but listen, so he snorted lightly, put away the long stick, and wanted to sit, but he froze in place.

The chair, which was shattered by him.

"Huh..."

Zang Xuanwen sneered, but he didn't open his mouth to stimulate again, just sat comfortably on the chair, rubbing his buttocks back and forth, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

In Yong Zhan's eyes, this appearance was simply a provocation to him, but he couldn't make a move, and he hated him so much.

Cen Dong looked at Yong Zhan's expressionless face, his eyes stopped on Zang Xuanweng's body for a moment, and then he looked at the old man sitting on the other side with his eyes closed, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and said lightly: "Bai Lao, what do you say?"

As soon as these words came out, whether it was Zang Xuanurn or Yong Zhan, or Meng Ren, who looked wooden and silent below, they all looked at him.

Bai Moche, the powerhouse of the late realm of King Wu, is the strongest person in the hall except for Cen Dong, his opinion is quite important, as for Meng Ren, who looks at Yongzhan as unpleasantly as Zang Xuanweng, he is only in the early stage of King Wu.

In the early days, King Wu may be a strong man outside, but in this hall, he really has no qualifications to speak.

As Cen Dong's voice fell, there was silence in the hall, Bai Moche seemed to be asleep, and it took a while to open his eyes dimly, and there was still a little confusion in his cloudy eyes.

Bai Moche looked left and right, and saw that everyone was looking at him, as if he was aware of it, he rubbed his eyes blankly, and said, "You guys, why are you all looking at me?"

"Hmph. ”

Yong Zhan snorted coldly in his mouth, Bai Moche's old guy's consistent style is to pretend to be stupid, and it is still like this until now, as for Zang Xuanweng, he smiled, Bai Moche remained neutral, and it was better than turning against Cen Dong.

Cen Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he pressed it down again, and asked patiently: "Bai Lao, we are discussing the future of Baiweiju, what do you mean?"

"The future of Barilla?"

Bai Moche's brows furrowed, and the confusion in his eyes flickered even more, and he was puzzled: "The son of Yun Keju has spoken?"

Cen Dong's face was cold, and the voice in his mouth also carried a little chill: "Bai Lao, there are some things that need to be prepared in advance and prepared in advance." ”

"Bang!"

At this time, there was a strong gushing outside the hall, and the door was kicked open, followed by a cold word: "Oh, prepare in advance?"

"I wonder what Elder Cen is going to prepare? I, do you know?"

In the hall, Bai Moche's eyes were cloudy, just sitting on the chair and indifferent, Zang Xuanwen and Meng Ren were slightly relieved, Yong Zhan's face was shocked with a touch of panic, but in the next moment, he was pressed down again, standing straight with his stomach upright, his face was full of fat, and his face was expressionless.

Cen Dong had a cold expression on his face, and looked straight at the door, his eyes cold.

In everyone's eyes, Meng Hongchen, Yun Meng, and Yun Lan were the first to step in, followed by Jun Yi, Mo Yiqian and Binghe Demon, with playful expressions.

Outside the hall, a messy footstep came, and dozens of figures stood far or near, up and down the small pavilion, looking at the door of the hall expressionlessly, with inexplicable eyes.

In the hall, Zang Xuanwen and Meng Ren glanced at each other, nodded vaguely, and then got up together, saluted Meng Hongchen slightly, and greeted him in a deep voice: "Meng Gongzi." ”

Although they didn't know the origin of the three people behind Meng Hongchen, they were not too surprised, Meng Hongchen had not brought people here once over the years, and he was already a little used to it.

"You don't need to be polite. ”

Meng Hongchen nodded lightly, with a calm smile on his face, he lifted the two of them up with one hand, his eyes stayed on Yong Zhan and Bai Moche's bodies for a while, and then looked at Cen Dong.

Bai Moche looked kind, and nodded to some extent, while Yong Zhan raised his head and didn't look at Meng Hongchen, in his eyes, it seemed that there was only Cen Dong.

"It turned out that Hongchen was here, hehe, but it was a rare guest. ”

The expression on Cen Dong's face softened slightly, but the voice in his mouth was neither salty nor light, and he didn't mean to see Meng Hongchen as his master at all, and he didn't even stand up.

"Rare guest?"

Meng Hongchen's face was slightly cold, and he was not pretending to be polite with Cen Dong, and said unceremoniously: "Cen Dong, after a long time, I'm afraid you are a little carried away." ”

"Baiweiju is under the command of Yun Keju. ”

"Dream boy has something to say,

Let's get straight to the point. ”

Cen Dong pinched his sleeve robe in one hand, kneading and playing with it casually, his expression was indifferent, but there was a fierce intent surging in his eyes, and a cold chill spread horizontally.

Wang Wei is mighty, and the coercion is shrouded.

Meng Hongchen looked at the arrogant Cen Dong in front of him, his expression was solemn, the peak of the Martial King, just the might, made him feel suffocated, the gap was too big.

Seeing Cen Dong like this, Zang Xuanweng shook up with the power of his body, fused with Mengren's coercion, and blocked him in unison, his words were not good, with a strong sense of warning: "Cen Dong, this is a dream boy, don't forget how you came here in the first place." ”

"The old man's business, I don't need the two of you to teach me a lesson!"

Cen Dong frowned, and suddenly drank in his mouth, and the strong coercion actually broke through the two of them in an instant, and the strong power was agitated, and he swept directly towards Meng Hongchen, showing no mercy.

"It's really unruly. ”

Jun Yi had a warm smile on his face, and between his eyes and his eyes, there was a chill, and bursts of majestic aura spread, rippling and turning, and his deep words were somewhat meaningful.

"Tread..."

As Jun Yi's voice came out, the ice demon on his side suddenly took a step forward, and a clear breath overflowed, blocking Jun Yi in front of him, and it was calm.

"Huh?"

Cen Dong's eyes flickered, and he fell directly on the black-robed Ice River Demon, and there was a little inexplicable crisis in his heart, even Bai Moche, whose eyes were cloudy and sitting on the side watching the play, couldn't help but condense.

As for Zang Xuanurn and Meng Ren, there was a little joy in their eyes.

Cen Dong's eyes wandered, and slowly fell on Meng Hongchen: "Meng Gongzi, it seems that you came prepared today." ”

"Needless to say. ”

Meng Hongchen heard Jun Yi's dissatisfaction, but he felt the power of the Ice River Demon, and he also had some confidence in his heart, and said coldly: "Cen Dong, I will give you two choices today." ”

"Oh? ”

Cen Dong's eyes showed disdain, he was a strong man at the peak realm of the Martial King, not to mention the Ice River Demon in the late stage of a Martial King, even if a half-step Martial Sect powerhouse arrived, he would not necessarily be afraid.

Meng Hongchen took a deep breath and tore his face with the powerhouse of the peak realm of the Martial King, this pressure was not ordinary, he paused, and said lightly: "Fulfill your promise." ”

"Back then, you were seriously injured and dying, and you were rescued by your father, and then you were grateful to Dade, thinking of the life-saving kindness, and once vowed to live in the cloud and live up to it, do you remember?"

"Yes. ”

Cen Dong's eyes narrowed slightly, and the expression on his face gradually became cold.

Cen Dong asked himself if he was not a broad-minded person, and even a little vicious, his character simply couldn't tolerate that he would be buried in this place where birds don't for the rest of his life, driven by the garbage of a few martial arts realms, it was simply a shame for him.

He has ambitions, especially with the continuous accumulation of resources in Yunkeju and the gathering of the powerhouses under his disciples, his ambitions are gradually expanding, reaching a point where they are now simply irrepressible.

After all, if you want people and resources, with the strength of his martial king's peak realm, if he leaves this place, why worry about big things?

To be a hegemon who controls the life and death of others is naturally far more comfortable and majestic than an old slave who is driven by others.

"And what do you mean?"

Meng Hongchen looked directly at Cen Dong and saw the expression on his face.

Cen Dong didn't answer, his eyelids drooped slightly, but he continued to speak in an indifferent voice: "This is one, but what about the second?"

"Second..."

"Die!"

The cold sound of Meng Hongchen came out, and the cold killing wave swayed, as if there was a rhythm spreading, the atmosphere gradually became solemn, and the pupils of everyone in the hall shrank suddenly, and their heartbeats slowed down.

No one thought that the ordinary elegant and easy-going Meng Hongchen would say such cruel words, and he was only at the peak of martial arts, Cen Dong on the other side, but the peak of the real martial king, the difference between the first order and the mud, let alone the difference between the realm.

Zang Xuanurn and Meng Ren's expressions froze, they didn't expect Meng Hongchen to suddenly make a difficulty, there was no room for turn, a martial artist at the peak of the martial king's realm, how could they deal with it?

Yong Zhan was stunned, and subconsciously turned his gaze, looking at Meng Hongchen as if he was looking at a strange person, the peak of martial arts called the peak of the martial king? This is not looking for death? If it weren't for Meng Hongchen's normal expression now, and Yun Meng and Yun Lan accompanied him, he would have suspected that this guy was crazy.

Bai Moche, who was sitting on the chair, had the same expression, and contrary to everyone, he even closed his eyes directly, drowsy, and looked like he didn't care about himself.

"Dead?"

"Hahahaha..."

Cen Dong stared at Meng Hongchen suspiciously, a little incredulous, and even looked up to the sky and laughed, I have to say, this is the funniest joke he has ever heard in his life, a martial artist at the peak realm of martial arts, actually wants himself to die at the peak realm of martial arts?

"You, you said you want me to die?

Cen Dong opened his mouth funny, his sarcasm was undisguised, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Jun Yi and the others behind Meng Hongchen, and chuckled: "Why?

"Don't you say you're relying on them?"

Cen Dong laughed loudly, and even covered his stomach, as if his stomach hurt from laughing, as for Jun Yi and Mo Yiqian, they were not taken into his eyes at all, and they were only in the realm of martial arts, and they could be destroyed with a single hand.

"Cen Dong, treachery comes at a price. ”

Meng Hongchen looked at Cen Dong's smug appearance, and his heart was full of anger.

This is the Baiwei House he established, this is the result of what he promised his son, and now he is seen by his son, which is simply a ridiculous shame

Insult.

"Treachery?"

"The price?"

"Is that the price you are talking about?"

Cen Dong said coldly, and the power of the peak realm of the Martial King was pushed horizontally, and the violent coercion swept through the hall, enveloping everyone like a storm.

"Boom!"

At the same time, there was a roar under Cen Dong's feet, the ground cracked, and his body burst out, killing Meng Hongchen.

"So fast!"

Zang Xuanweng's face changed greatly when he saw this, Cen Dong's figure was almost just a phantom in his eyes, and it was too late to stop it, there was nothing he could do, let alone Meng Ren in the early realm of the Martial King, he was at a loss.

"Bang!"

At this time, a figure stepped forward, and a black robe swayed in the wind, lying in front of Cen Dong, the two collided, and there was a strong and mighty force, pushing everyone sideways.

"Late Martial King?"

Cen Dong snorted coldly in his mouth, and his cold eyes were full of disdain: "Ridiculous!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the words came out, Cen Dong's body was full of power and power again, and the strong power poured out, rolling like a wave, and the terrifying power seemed to be about to shatter the heaven and earth.

"Huh..."

A tearing sound came, but I saw that the black robe was torn, the rags were flying, and the seductive figure of the ice river demon appeared, and the coquettish face was full of coldness.

"Arrogance!"

In the end, the Ice River Demon Spirit was born with a strange spirit, and it was nourished by the ancient core of the spiritual vein, and the powerful power around it was no worse than Cen Dong, and it was simply blocked.

"How can it be so strong?"

Zang Xuanwen was shocked when he saw this, and even exclaimed in surprise.

Once upon a time, he was also a rare genius, proud of the martial artists of the same realm, and he also had the ability to fight beyond the ranks, and even in the martial arts realm, he could cross the ranks and draw, even if he was defeated, he could escape.

Before the martial minister, the martial artists of the Heavenly Domain said that the martial minister was extremely terrifying, and after arriving at the martial minister, Zang Xuanurn found that there was not much difference, at least within an acceptable range.

He once thought that the Martial King Realm was also average, but it wasn't until after the breakthrough that he realized that the word "Heavenly Moat" was not exaggerated, and it was even a little incomplete.

At the same time, he also suppressed the little pride in his heart and gradually dissipated.

Before reaching the realm of the Martial King, the world will never understand the vastness of the Martial King Realm.

But in front of him, a charming woman can actually compete with the peak of the Martial King in the late stage of the Martial King, how domineering is this? How amazing? Looking at the heavenly domain, how many people are there?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes today, he wouldn't have believed it if he had been killed.

As for Meng Ren, he stared straight ahead, his eyes did not blink, and he didn't know whether he was hooked by the Ice River Demon or impressed by its strong strength.

Even Bai Moche, who closed his eyes and recuperated, opened a slight gap, squinted his eyes and looked quietly, the light in his eyes was terrifying, but no one paid attention.

"Huh?"

The spiritual power in Cen Dong's body was endless, but when he felt the strength of the Ice River Demon, a trace of surprise suddenly appeared in his heart, no wonder he still felt a little danger in the Ice River Demon, and it was really not a mediocre hand.

But if that's all there is to it, it's not enough.

Cen Dong sneered in his heart, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the other hand hidden in the sleeve robe was slightly pinched, and it was actually cocked up like an orchid finger, and a little cold light appeared on his fingertips, and then flicked it lightly.

"Ding..."

A subtle sound shot out with the cold light, cutting through the air, producing a clear sonic boom, which exploded between the two of them, and the power was rolling.

"Not good!"

Zang Xuanweng's heart jumped, and he forgot to remind the Ice River Demon that this was Cen Dong's famous stunt, the Revenant Needle.

Don't look at the peak realm of King Cen Dongwu, but his yin hands are a lot, and I don't know how many people's lives have been taken by the revenant needle in one hand, which is not only small and fast, but also has a slight piercing effect, which makes people unguardable.

Even if the other party is aware of it in advance, there are few people who can withstand the killing power of the martial artists at the peak of the Martial King's peak realm, which is multiplied by the power.

Bai Moche, who was sitting upright on the side, slowly raised his drooping eyelids, and his body seemed to be straight, as if he wanted to imprint this scene into his heart, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"Bang!"

Just a crisp sound came out, which made the smile on Cen Dong's face stiffen suddenly.

Under the direct gaze of his gaze, he saw that when the Revenant Needle touched the Ice River Demon, there was a white light flickering in front of him, like an ice glass wall, blocking the Revenant Needle from the outside and directly bounced away.

"How is this possible?"

Cen Dong's eyes widened, and he subconsciously exclaimed.

Regardless of the huge gap between the peak realm of the Martial King and the late realm of the Martial King, even if it is the same realm, the offensive of the martial artist's concentration will not be cracked so easily.

"Where are you looking?"

The coquettish voice in the mouth of the glacier demon slowly came out, and there was a chill echoing in Cen Dong's ears, his heart jumped suddenly, and he subconsciously raised his head, and saw a cold front blowing by, sweeping his neck.

But what kind of character is Cen Dong? A casual cultivator can crawl and fight to this day, I don't know how many lives and deaths he has experienced, except for his ruthless and ruthless scheming, how can he not be a little unprepared?

"Look for death!"

Cen Dong's cold voice, a phantom appeared around his body, and it was actually a big bell covering his body, protecting his whole body, and at the same time, pinching it in his hand again, the Revenant Soul Needle flicked with his fingertips and shot out again.

"Hum..."

Suddenly, there was a strong force enveloping the hall, and a wisp of old and hoarse voice slowly came out behind Cen Dong, echoing in his ears, as if death was approaching.

"Cen Dong, you seem to have forgotten something..."