The copper-patterned armor on the samurai is not the common color on the market, it is made of high-quality wind copper, which has been tempered by craftsmen, not only the style is exquisite, but the defense is also amazing.

Ordinary swords can only leave a white mark on it at most, and when they encounter a master of the same level, they can also withstand many heavy blows and resist a considerable part of the attack power, so according to the grade, it is a low-level spiritual weapon, and it is equipment that can be bought immediately if you don't have money.

The most solid part of this armor defense is undoubtedly the heart-protecting bronze mirror inlaid on the left chest, three times the thickness and double the toughness, which is enough to protect the heart tightly.

However, Wei Changfeng slapped this heart shield with one palm, how could the strength of the palm not be shocking?

What made the bronze armor warrior's scalp tingle was that his heart goggles were shattered, but he didn't suffer any serious injuries, but he was really embarrassed and ugly just now.

What does this mean? It shows that Wei Changfeng's control over his own strength has reached an extremely high level, so the strength of his palm is condensed but not dispersed, so that such a situation can be created!

The bronze-armored warrior who understood it suddenly felt a cool breath rising from the tail vertebrae, rushing down his spine and into his brain, and the burning anger was instantly extinguished, and he was stunned on the spot.

A seemingly absurd and impossible inference came to his mind!

Wei Changfeng completely ignored the bronze-armored warrior and strode into the Zangfeng Courtyard, walking towards the front hall.

Behind him immediately rang out all sorts of chatter, suspicion, or exclamation. And so on!

And in the antechamber of the annex. It's tense. The atmosphere was tense.

When Wei Changfeng came in, there were more than a dozen people standing inside.

Senior brother Wei Yande, second senior sister Chen Ting and junior sister Ye Xueqi shrank in the corner of the hall, among which Wei Yande was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and the left side of his face was bruised and swollen.

But he and Chen Ting protected Ye Xueqi behind him, and the eyes of the two were full of anger, staring at the two palace girls who formed a confrontation with the three of them.

The two girls were both seventeen or eighteen years old, and they were dressed exactly the same. Apparently twins.

Although their faces were beautiful, their expressions were proud, and the corners of their lips were full of ridicule.

Behind the twins, an old man in gray stood with his hands in his hands, his face expressionless.

In addition, there were six servants and men lined up at the door, all of them strong and strong, with bright eyes, and a load of gifts covered with red cloth in front of them.

This kind of formation made Wei Changfeng incomprehensible, but he saw that his senior brother and sister were being persecuted!

The hunch was confirmed, and the churning anger made him clench his fists.

It was too light just now!

And when Wei Changfeng stepped into the front hall, everyone's attention was attracted.

"Little junior brother!"

Wei Yande was the first to call out: "When did you come back?"

The surprise of a reunion after a long absence. It even made him forget the situation he was facing, and he couldn't help but want to come over.

But the twin girls snorted coldly. Both slender hands were raised at the same time to block in front of him.

Wei Yande reacted and said angrily: "Senior Brother Wei, you go to Bixiu Peak and invite Senior Uncle Dongfang to come over!"

Xie Fang had explained to his disciples before the retreat that if he encountered any problems that could not be solved during his retreat, he could go to Dongfang Caibai of Bixiu Peak for help, and if he really couldn't, he could also find Murong Bo of this peak.

Now that Murong Bo has retired from Yunhai Mountain, the only person Wei Yande can turn to for help is Dongfang Caibai.

On the other hand, he also wanted Wei Changfeng, who had just returned, to leave the front hall as soon as possible, so as not to get involved in this whirlpool and end up in the same dilemma as them.

However, Wei Changfeng didn't seem to understand what Wei Yande meant, and instead of fleeing immediately, he said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, I just came back from Senior Uncle Dongfang, what's going on here?"

Wei Yande was so anxious that he was sweating down, and the second senior sister Chen Ting hurriedly said: "Little junior brother, you go quickly!"

At this time, the old man in gray smiled "hehe" and said, "Since you are here, then don't leave yet, it's not bad to stay and be a witness, anyway, it's all your senior brothers!"

As soon as the words fell, he reached out and grabbed Wei Changfeng.

This gray-clothed old man is not very tall, but his arms are surprisingly long, and his hand is like an ape picking peaches, and his moves are chic and free, without the slightest fireworks.

But his claws were as thin as eagle's talons, and the surface shone with a faint golden light!

Wei Changfeng's eyes froze, and he punched out without thinking.

The next moment, the fists and claws of the two sides collided together in the air, and the five fingers of the gray-clothed old man clenched, and he immediately held Wei Changfeng's fist firmly, and said with a smile: "Young man, don't be so angry"

Before he finished his words, Wei Changfeng took a step forward, and his iron fist burst out with an innate qi.

If it was said that the boxer Changfeng only used three points of strength just now, then now it is at least seventy percent of his strength!

Click!

Everyone in the antechamber could hear the sound of bones breaking.

The smugness on the face of the gray-clothed old man instantly turned into pain, and he involuntarily let go of his hand and took three steps back.

Take a step back, and he spits out a mouthful of blood, and three steps are three mouthfuls!

"You"

Finally regaining his footing, the gray-clothed old man's eyes were full of horror: "Who are you!"

Wei Changfeng retracted his fist and said lightly: "Disciple of Master Xie, Wei Changfeng!"

"Impossible"

The gray-clothed old man shook his head again and again, and roared frantically: "Impossible, how can you be in the innate realm!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was immediately shocked!

Wei Yande, Chen Ting and Ye Xueqi, who were familiar with Wei Changfeng, were dumbfounded, and they couldn't believe their ears.

You must know that when Wei Changfeng worshiped under Xie Fang's sect, his realm cultivation was the weakest among all the senior brothers, and his time to enter the sect was far later than everyone else.

But now that they haven't broken through the innate yet, Wei Changfeng is already an innate powerhouse?

How can it be!

But the strength of this gray-clothed old man, they have already seen it just now, how can they talk about it?

Wei Changfeng smiled and said, "Nothing is impossible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the armor around his body condensed, and the blazing flame aura instantly filled the front hall.

Congenital Gang Armor!

It's really a congenital powerhouse!

The last trace of luck in the old man's heart vanished, and his face suddenly turned like earth.

Although he is also a powerhouse in the innate realm, he has not been able to break through forcibly by relying on pills for a short time, and he has not succeeded in condensing a decent gang armor until now, and he cannot compare with Wei Changfeng at all.

The strength of the realm cannot tolerate the slightest adulteration!――

(To be continued......)