Nezha Li San told Huang Feihu about Huang Feihu's wife Jia Shi being molested by King Su in the future in this god world, and then Jia jumping off the building to commit suicide in order to save his reputation.

However, Huang Feihu didn't believe it at all.

"Ding!" The voice of the system sounded in Nezha Li San's mind: "This system kindly reminds the host that because the King of Xuan was crushed by the five-colored sacred cow ridden by Huang Feihu just now, the Imperial Luck of the King of Xuan has been reduced by a part.

Therefore, the host's cultivation suppressed by the Emperor's Imperial Luck will also be restored by a small part, and the host's cultivation will be restored to 25% of the original. ”

Nezha Li San was still very happy after hearing the prompt of the system, although he couldn't recover to 100%, but he could recover some, it was better than the original 20%!

Although, he knew that he would tell the future, and this General Huang Feihu might not be able to believe it. But believe it or not is his business.

Nezha Li San kindly reminded again: "In the future, General Huang, your wife, in order to protect her reputation, refused to be molested by Prince Huang, and jumped off the building and died.

When your sister Xigong Niangniang learned the bad news, she went to question the king.

The king of Xuan was furious, lifted your sister Huang above his head, and fell directly to death on the star-picking tower......"

"Wow, yes!" Huang Feihu was so angry by what Nezha Li San told him just now, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Zhuzi Xiao'er, you dare to talk nonsense here and curse Huang's whole family."

I'm going to let you die, eat me a shot!"

Huang Feihu rode the five-colored sacred cow and rushed over, and he stabbed Nezha Li San by the throat.

And when my ability can only be 20 percent of the original, I can fight a tie with you, the famous general Huang Fei, who has been in a hundred battles in the Shang Dynasty.

Now, my master, my ability has recovered by five percent. Then, this shot you stabbed, I won't dodge, master, and I'll be tough with you directly.

Nezha Li San stepped on the Hot Wheels to face the difficulties, he held the purple flame spear, and directly blocked the barrel of the golden clutch reed gun stabbed by Huang Feihu.

"Boom!"

The golden reed gun was framed, and Huang Feihu's hands were numb and painful, and he glanced at the tiger mouths of his hands that had been shaken and cracked, and blood kept coming out of his tiger mouth.

He looked at the assassin in front of him who looked like a little eunuch, only to see that the other party grinned at him and grinned evilly......

Huang Feihu could see that the evil smile of the assassin on the opposite side revealed his incomparable contempt for him, the famous general of a hundred battles, King Wu Cheng.

"Wow!" Huang Feihu was furious, he endured the pain of the tiger's mouth, and used the golden clutching reed spear that had been blocked as a stick. hit the top of Nezha Li San's head.

Nezha Li Sanfeng looked at this Huang Feihu who didn't listen to good people, and at this moment, he had the idea of killing the other party directly.

Although, according to the later development of the Fengshen World, Huang Feihu Jia and his sister Xigong Huang Fei both died indirectly or directly at the hands of King Zhou, he turned against Yin Shang and defected to the Western Zhou Dynasty.

However, what does Nezha Li San think is related to him?

These just flashed in Nezha Li San's mind.

At this time, the real problem to be solved was that Huang Feihu had already used his golden reed gun as a stick, and smashed it directly on the top of Nezha Li San's head.

Nezha Li San had already felt it after the battle with Huang Feihu just now, even if his cultivation had only recovered to twenty-five percent of his original level, he would still be able to suppress Huang Feihu, the king of martial arts, several times back and forth.

When the golden reed gun was about to smash on the top of Nezha Li San's head,

Nezha Li San grinned, holding the purple flame spear in his right hand and didn't make any reaction at all......

Wucheng King Huang Feihu couldn't believe that his blow was finally about to hit this powerful assassin.

However, in the next moment, Huang Feihu, a famous general in a hundred battles, was stunned......

He saw that the assassin on the opposite side, although he did not make a block movement with his right hand, and even the opponent's entire body did not make a dodge movement;

But

Nezha Li San's left hand was spread out into a palm and was directly on top of his head......

Jin grabbed the front end of the reed gun and smashed it on the palm of Nezha Li San's left hand......

"Smack!" is not too loud......

Then, Nezha Li San was still grinning like that, but his body did not move.

It's just that the five fingers of his left hand, which were originally straightened, quickly clenched back into a fist, firmly grasping the front end of the golden clutching reed gun that Huang Feihu smashed down......

Nezha Li San could feel that there was still a slight cold feeling unique to metal in the palm of his left hand.

Huang Feihu, who was riding on the five-colored sacred cow, was dumbfounded......

He has been in a hundred battles, but he has never seen anyone who can hold his powerful shot with such empty hands.

Huang Feihu tried his best, and even, he slammed the belly of the five-colored sacred cow with his feet, giving his mount a signal to retreat with all his might.

The five-colored sacred cow was indeed a divine beast, and it obediently exerted all its strength, slashed out its four hooves, and retreated backwards.

However, the five-colored sacred cow was still only shaving its hooves in the spot, and it was not able to pull Nezha Li San to move a little.

Similarly, Huang Feihu, the king of Wucheng, used his strength to eat, but he failed to pull back the golden reed gun held by Nezha Li San......

Huang Feihu was shocked......

Nezha Li San firmly grasped the front end of the golden reed gun with his left hand, and said leisurely: "General Huang, I will ask you one last time." Are you against the king now?

If you agree, I'll let it go now, and you will stab the king to death with one shot. ”

Huang Feihu desperately dragged the gun back, and scolded angrily: "Shaft, don't think about it! I think that the seven generations of my Huang family are all loyal and martyred ministers of the Great Shang. How can you listen to the lies of your son and deceive the people?"

Nezha Li San sighed and asked, "General Huang, even if you are dying, haven't you surrendered to me?"

"Hmph!" Huang Feihu snorted coldly, and said: "You are holding my golden reed gun, and the two of us have not yet ...... victory."

"Hiss......" The golden reed gun in Huang Feihu's hand was suddenly dragged out of his hand by Nezha Li San.

Huang Feihu was amazed at the strength of the assassin on the other side, and he quickly drew the sword at his waist.

However, the tip of the purple flame spear held by Nezha Li San in his right hand pointed at Huang Feihu's throat, and the distance was only half an inch away, and it could pierce Huang Feihu's throat.

Nezha Li Sanfeng said lightly: "Master, I'll let you, a foolish and loyal minister, see with your own eyes,

How did this unscrupulous tyrant you protect die under the golden clutch of your Huang Feihu's fame? ”

Nezha Li San immediately snatched the golden reed gun from his left hand and aimed it at the white marble ground moaning... The seriously injured man who is almost not able to groan.........