Looking towards the door, I could only see that there were suddenly a few more teenagers at the door, among them, a flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the leader, looked at Wei Hong and the others, and shouted.

The sound of kicking the door that stood out also startled Wei Zhen, and he turned his head to look, and when he saw the clothes on these teenagers, he was also secretly bitter in his heart.

These people are a small sect around Fog City, the Fengming Sect, whose sect master was once a disciple of the Liuyun Sect, so they are extremely friendly with the Liuyun Sect, and even many people regard the Fengming Sect as a branch of the Liuyun Sect.

The leader, called Ning Zhiyang, is also Liu Xing'er's loyal pursuer, he took his junior disciples down the mountain to practice, just right, when he was about to go downstairs after eating, he suddenly heard someone arrogantly say Liu Xing'er, and he was naturally angry.

"Say, who the hell said that? Stand up for me? Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude. Ning Zhiyang found that these people did not speak, and shouted softly again.

"That's what I said. Wei Hong ignored Wei Zhen's eyes that he had been fighting with, stood up directly, and said lightly.

"Immediately apologized, and slapped himself five times, this matter, even if it is over. When Ning Zhiyang found out that Wei Hong was only a martial artist sixth-rank cultivator, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly.

"Idiot. Wei Hong sat down again, rolled his eyes, and said lightly.

"Boy, you're looking for death. Hearing Wei Hong's words, a killing intent flashed in Ning Zhiyang's eyes, he didn't use his sword at all, and directly punched Wei Hong.

"Boom!"

Wei Zhen blocked Ning Zhiyang's attack, and at the same time, said with a smile: "This brother, this is just a misunderstanding, I apologize to you, how about ending this matter?"

"I tell you, whoever you are, today you are all dead, and I will destroy you all. Ning Zhiyang's momentum changed, and the power of the peak of the nine grades was fully displayed. His eyes widened angrily, looked at Wei Hong and Wei Zhen, and said murderously.

"Your Excellency, don't be ignorant, if you really want to fight, we will accompany you to the end. Hearing Ning Zhiyang's words, Wei Zhen also showed a hint of annoyance, stood up, and said in a cold voice.

Both sides were tense, and at this moment, a slightly warning voice sounded.

"Fights are forbidden in the Pavilion. ”

Although the voice was flat, it had a penetrating force, instantly scattering the murderous scene just now, and at this time, Ning Zhiyang looked at Wei Zhen and the others, and said, "Do you dare to go out to fight?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Wei Zhen was also aroused at this time, stood up directly, and walked outside with Ning Zhiyang.

Wei Hong nodded slightly, if Wei Zhen had been swallowing his anger, then Wei Hong would have to reconsider whether to really join his department.

On Ning Zhiyang's side, there are four people, the weakest cultivation is in the martial arts six ranks, and Wei Zhen's side is also four people, but Wei Ning's cultivation is the weakest.

The two teams of people, one after the other, went directly out of the Easy Pavilion, but they were not arrogant enough to compete on the street, so they came to a remote corner, and then stopped.

Ning Zhiyang looked like he was winning at this time, squinted slightly at Wei Zhen and the others, and said later: "I'll give you another chance, otherwise, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." ”

"Kill. ”

Wei Hong didn't talk nonsense at all, and took the lead in attacking a young man with a skin color like black charcoal who was the second highest cultivation among them.

"Hmph, look for death. Seeing that Wei Hong dared to attack himself first, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he also waved his fist towards Wei Hong.

"Bang!"

Unexpectedly, Wei Hong castrated non-stop, and the black charcoal boy was directly blown away, spitting blood from his mouth and flying away.

Wei Hong looked at the boy who wanted to get up, and smashed it with a punch again, the black charcoal boy showed a panicked face at this time, and raised his fist to respond, but he was still blown away by Wei Hong.

The power of the Sixteen Tigers, the black charcoal boy who overwhelmed the martial artist Eight Rank Cultivation, Wei Hong didn't want to use any skills at all, but was just ready to use his strength to suppress people, and beat them to death.

Wei Wuming and the other person were also caught in a fight, but in the short term, it was difficult to tell the winner.

Wei Ning fought with the people of the Sixth Rank Cultivator, although he was defeated and retreated, but he was able to support it for a while.

If you say that the biggest movement is Ning Zhiyang and Wei Zhen, the two of them, the martial artist Jiupin's momentum is fully displayed, and the fight is dazed.

"Barbarian King Fist. Wei Hong danced with his fists, and directly stunned the black charcoal boy alive.

He glanced at Wei Ning, who could no longer support him, and instantly came to the back of the young man, and before he could react, he punched again, knocking him unconscious.

Next, it was a teenager who fought with Wei Zhong, Wei Hong still didn't talk nonsense, his fists directly knocked him unconscious, and put the three of them in a row, Wei Hong pulled out the big knife in his hand, and said lightly: "Are you still fighting?"

Ning Zhiyang, who was in the ascendancy, almost bit his tongue off as soon as he turned around, and just like that, the three people he brought with him were all subdued?

I couldn't figure it out, but Ning Zhiyang stopped attacking, he knew that he had kicked the iron plate today, put away his long sword, looked at Wei Hong and said, "Hmph, let my people go, let you go today." ”

Hearing Ning Zhiyang's words, a sneer appeared at the corner of Wei Hong's mouth, and he directly slashed at the black charcoal boy next to him.

rubbed his scalp and cut off a layer of hair, which frightened Ning Zhiyang in fright, and he didn't dare to say anything hard, but he admitted it.

"I admit it today, now you can release my people!" Ning Zhiyang took a deep breath and said in a cold voice.

"Yes. Wei Hong showed a hint of a smile, quickly took out some silver tickets from the arms of the three people on the ground, and then looked at Ning Zhiyang.

"Take it!" Wei Hong stretched out his hand and said.

"Don't deceive people too much. Ning Zhiyang was really furious, and roared angrily, trembling slightly all over his body.

However, what greeted him was still Wei Hong's knife, and with a 'rub', another guy's hair was cut off in half.

"Fuck, you're ruthless. "Ning Zhiyang, as the beloved disciple of the sect master of the Fengming Sect, when did he receive this kind of bird qi, but he had to do it.

took out two cheats from his arms, some silver tickets and pills, his heart was dripping blood, and he threw them directly to Wei Hong.

"Now, let's release them. Ning Zhiyang was already about to be driven crazy, and he roared in a low voice.

"Let's go, let's go. Wei Hong looked at Wei Zhen and the others, who were already sluggish, with a smile on his face, and with a wave of his hand, he was ready to leave.

"Boy, do you dare to leave your name?" Ning Zhiyang said in a deep voice as Wei Hong and the others were about to leave.

"Fog City, Ye Family, Ye Xinfan. Wei Hong turned around suddenly, gently tidied up his clothes, clenched his fists slightly, and said in a deep voice.