Qin Feng said to Feng Zhengyang with a guilty face at this time.

Feng Zhengyang immediately waved his hand and signaled.

"It's okay, it's none of your business, they did it first, and I know your purpose, but I don't blame you. ”

Feng Zhengyang had long known Qin Feng's purpose, but his purpose was not bad, and he wanted to show his strength in order to better persuade Feng Zhengyang to join the Shadow Sect.

After listening to this, Qin Feng was silent for a long time.

Feng Zhengyang clapped his hands, passed by Qin Feng, and then said.

"Send us down the mountain, you've achieved your goal. ”

Qin Feng sighed, and followed the wind towards the mountain gate.

At this time, suddenly a yin and yang strange voice appeared.

"This brother, he wants to leave after beating the people in my East Courtyard, it's not that simple, right?"

Qin Feng's face changed drastically when he heard this voice.

Feng Zhengyang turned his head when he heard this, and when he looked up, he saw that it was a man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his muscles and muscles were swelling, but he was wearing two small pigtails, which looked extremely weird.

"Killing God, this is Wang Long, one of the four great disciples of the Eastern Courtyard, is Wang Qi's elder brother. ”

Qin Feng leaned over to Feng Zhengyang's ear and said to him.

Feng Zhengyang heard this, and almost laughed out loud, it turned out that his younger brother was beaten, and his brother came out.

"What? Is your brother going to come out?"

Feng Zhengyang heard Qin Feng's words, knowing that the other party would definitely not give up, and his tone was naturally not good.

When Wang Lung heard the words of the wind, his face sank and he became angry.

At this time, a lot of people had gathered in the square, all discussing the scene in front of them.

"If you have the guts, you will fight me once, and if you lose, I won't ask for anything, kneel down and beg my brother for mercy. ”

Wang Lung's voice was majestic, obviously angry.

"What if you lose?"

Feng Zhengyang asked rhetorically.

"Hehe, joke, I'm going to lose? ”

Wang Lung snorted, his eyes full of disdain.

"If you lose, all the dues of the Southern Courtyard will be returned, and you have to call me a master!"

Feng Zhengyang didn't wait for Wang Lung to speak, and then said his conditions.

Wang Lung agreed without thinking about it, because he was very confident in himself and didn't think he would lose at all.

"Who is this person? He actually dares to argue with Wang Lung, he is a strong man in the late stage of the Strange Scripture!"

A disciple in the crowd said in disbelief.

Wang Lung dragged down the Eastern Courtyard costume he was wearing, revealing his strong and ferocious body, and his muscles were accompanied by the sound of explosions, which looked full of strength.

"Come on, I'll show you what it means to be high and thick today. ”

Wang Lung roared, waved his hand, and said to the wind.

The wind was blowing and naturally he was not polite, and sneered.

"Don't be ashamed!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Lung smiled hideously, his figure flashed, and he shot out, his five fingers formed a fist, and the aura around his body was entwined and flowing, with the sound of a sonic boom.

Feng Zhengyang looked at it, this Wang Lung was worthy of being the four disciples of the Eastern Academy, and he shot with this punch, and his strength was also good.

But the wind is blowing but it is not a fuel-efficient lamp, his face is calm, the Nebula Jue has already been running in his body, and the fist in his hand is also ready to be launched, and it suddenly blasts out.

Bang!

When the fists of the two collided heavily, Wang Lung's face was slightly condensed, because he felt that the power transmitted from the fist in Feng Zhengyang's hand was not worse than his strength at all, and even above him.

You know, Wang Lung is a physical cultivator!

"Isn't it that he's also a physical cultivator? impossible!"

As soon as this thought flashed in Wang Lung's heart, he was dispelled by it, with the speed and shape of the other party, it was categorically impossible to be a physical cultivation.

Wang Lung's heart shook slightly, knowing that he seemed to have encountered a hard stubble, the contempt on his face suddenly turned into seriousness, and he turned his fist into a claw, pointing at the wind to tear the air, and bringing a cold light to the wind and grabbing his throat.

The wind is raising the pace and stepping diagonally, shrinking the ground into an inch and stepping out categorically, the figure swayed slightly, but it appeared blurred, leaving only an afterimage in the same place.

"That's fast, who is this person?"

There was another exclamation from the crowd, they had never seen such a speed of the body, and some had only seen it on the sect elders.

Feng Zhengyang's fist slammed into Wang Long's face, but it couldn't advance, and there seemed to be a strong energy around Wang Lung's body that wrapped it, like a shield.

"What is this?"

Feng Zhengyang was shocked in his heart, he felt that the fierce punch he had just made was about to hit a hard object at the moment he was about to touch it.

"Gangzhen!"

Then I heard Wang Lung muttering.

Similarly, Wang Lung's psychology at this time was also very shocked, the other party's punch, he could feel it, if he hadn't opened Gangzhen by himself, I was afraid that he would have suffered a heavy blow.

Swish!

Immediately, Wang Lung shouted, and the huge figure shot out again, this time the speed was extremely fast, he didn't expect his huge body to have such a speed, and the fist seemed to be accompanied by the sound of a landslide and a crack.

Feng Zhengyang's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes stared at the front, the meridians in his body vibrate, and the Nebula Jue kept exuding killing intent, continuously inhaling the spiritual energy between heaven and earth into his body, turning into surging killing intent, pouring into Feng Zhengyang's palm.

"Kill the gods!

Unexpectedly, he actually fused the Coiling Dragon Transformation Technique and the Killing God Present to burst out with even more powerful power.

A strong force erupted from his body.

Immediately, I saw him punch out, and the ground under his feet seemed to be violently shaken at this time, and the air in front of him was directly torn, and a sharp fist force was directly spitted out, and the fist strength was accompanied by a powerful killing intent and the sound of a dragon's groan, as if it was going to drag the surroundings into hell, which was extremely terrifying.

Thundered!

The fists of the two collided again, and a piercing sound erupted, and the sound waves scattered in all directions, and everyone retreated one after another.

"The strength of these two people's fists can reach such a point, even if Wang Lung cares, who is this boy in white, who can fight with Wang Long. ”

At this time, everyone saw that at the same time as the fist was scattered, there was also a figure flying out upside down, like a cannonball, falling into the distance.

"Wang Lung, it's time to fulfill your promise. ”

Feng Zhengyang's cold voice reached Wang Lung's ears, and Wang Lung struggled to get up, his face changed uncertainly, and blood was in his mouth, obviously suffering a lot of injuries.

Then I saw him slowly walking towards Feng Zhengyang, and just when everyone thought he wanted to strike again, he lowered his head and said something to Feng Zhengyang.

"Master, I admit defeat. ”

The audience was silent, and everyone was speechless, looking at Wang Lung in front of them, as if they couldn't believe this fact.

Feng Zhengyang smiled and thought to himself.

This Wang Lung seems to be arrogant and domineering, but he is very faithful to his promises, which he did not expect. ”

Immediately, Wang Lung grabbed his younger brother Wang Qi and left the square.