Chapter 1472: The fog owl? Simon?

Ding! A soft groan was heard in the ears of everyone who was talking and laughing.
Yang Feng hadn't realized what was going on, he felt a sharp thorn behind him hit him hard.
But now Yang Feng's physical strength is not bad for King Kong. This stabbing, apart from piercing a hole in his clothes, nothing happened, and there was a sound of golden and iron fighting.
Yang Feng's brows trembled, already knowing that someone had put a black hand behind him, he turned around abruptly and called back his palm.
Kara! There was an explosion, there was no one in the void, and there was no shadow around it, as if everything just now was an illusion.
Apart from the three of them, there is nothing else here.
Nangong blinked his big confused eyes and murmured, "That...Brother Yang, there seemed to be some movement just now, you guys heard it too, why is there nothing?
Could we all have ear problems? "
Without speaking, Feng Yu just searched around cautiously.
Yang Feng squinted his eyes and checked the movement around him. Then he glanced down again, leaning over and picking up a one-centimeter-sized needle from the ground.
"what is this?"
Nangong wanted to see it and asked immediately.
Yang Feng groaned a little and murmured: "This is the other party's spirit soldier used to assassinate me. When he just stabbed me, he found that he could not move, so he immediately returned, but I turned around and interrupted the stabbing ."
"What a fast speed!"
Hearing what he said, Feng Yu on the side couldn't help but be surprised: "We didn't notice at all just now. Not only did he take action, but he also retreated immediately. What is sacred?"
Turning his eyes around, Yang Feng murmured, "It's fog!"
"what?"
Feng Yu was puzzled, and Nangong Yueyi immediately understood: "You mean... the opponent is an assassin with fog attributes?
Because Wu is confused, can he approach us unconsciously?
But his fog is too strong, we didn't even feel any disturbance, could it be that he is..." "Sky-level fog attribute!" "
The eyes must be sure that Yang Feng has understood everything. He looked around, and the corners of his mouth curled up with an arc of evil charm: "Besides, he shouldn't leave yet, right?"
"how do you know?"
"My guess!"
With a grin, Yang Feng raised his eyebrows to Nangong more intentionally: "Hey, stick, do you count first, has he gone?"
"Uh...good!"
Nodding his head, Nangong Yueyi immediately pinched his finger and said: "I am using a quick test algorithm. The heart of the plum blossom is easy, and the result is within three breaths... Okay, Kan Gua stands in the Kun, Kan He is a thief and Kun is the ground. He is still in this yard, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with him."
"Okay, just be here!"
Eyes must be drawn, Yang Feng's mouth flicked an evil smile, and murmured in his mouth: "Look at how I caught you, superb skills, super straightforward!"
Sa! In an instant, Yang Feng's body moved on its own, and he slapped the void in the northwest.
boom! Then, when there was a loud noise, a black shadow flew upside down from the void, before landing, a mouthful of blood could not stop pouring out.
Yang Feng flew past, and at the moment the assassin landed, he grabbed his body, raised his sandbag-big fist and smirked and said, "I didn't expect it, you who have the attributes of sky-level fog were arrested so quickly. Up.
Say, who sent you here?
Is it that Yueqing?
Don't talk about smashing your head...Uh! "
Suddenly, Yang Feng's proud face froze, looking at the familiar face in front of him, his eyes trembled, and he exclaimed, "Simon, why are you?"
"Who are you?"
The assassin's mouth was full of jealousy and disdain, and he raised his head proudly, with a look of gaze. Isn't it the Simon Zun, who is it?
Yang Feng was dumbfounded, his raised fists trembled slightly: "You don't recognize me?
I am your Patriarch, Yang Feng. You and Tu Ganglie used to show me the nursing home together. "
"Patriarch?
Are you the owner? "
Hearing what he said, Ximenzun's eyes became a little hazy, as if recalling something, the tears in his eyes couldn't help but he said excitedly: "Patriarch, I finally found you, but I want to die."
"Me too, Simon, get up!"
Yang Feng was overjoyed and quickly helped Ximenzun up, but it was...ding! With a soft groan, Ximenzun's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, he took out a shiny dagger from there, and slammed it into Yang Feng's stomach.
"Brother Yang!"
"Yang Feng!"
When Nangong Yueyi and Feng Yu saw each other, they screamed in surprise.
Yang Feng couldn't help but shook severely. He looked hard at the dagger on his stomach, and then raised his head to see the hideous face of Simon Zun.
"Simon, why?"
Gritting his teeth, Yang Feng said with difficulty.
Ximenzun sneered again and again, and said sarcastically: "Boy, you have admitted the wrong person.
I am not Ximenzun, I am the Wuxiao, one of the twelve guardians of the Judean God.
I just saw that you were emotional, so cooperate to expose your flaws and kill you with one blow, hum. "
With that, Simon Zun's hand holding the dagger slammed Yang Feng's stomach fiercely, his face becoming more cruel.
"Simon, why?"
Yang Feng seemed to be in pain, with tears in his eyes and muttered.
Ximenzun frowned slightly, and seemed to be a little impatient: "Didn't I just say it, you have admitted the wrong person, why do you keep chattering about me why?
Am I not the Simon you said? "
"I'm not referring to this, I mean..." Yang Feng exhaled a long breath, and a wicked smile crossed the corner of Yang Feng's mouth. He looked at Ximen deeply: "Ximen, if you haven't seen me for so many years, even if you forget me, the Patriarch , It doesn't matter, but why has your IQ dropped?
Do you think your stabbing didn't kill me just now, but this one can hurt me?
Oh, naive! "
puff! As soon as the voice fell, Yang Feng grabbed Ximenzun’s hand and pulled it out. He saw that Yang Feng’s stomach was intact, and at most he had a hole in his clothes, but the sharp dagger before, is now completely broken. Cracking, and still dropping the dross.
Seeing this scene, Simon Zun was immediately shocked.
"how is this possible?
This dagger is a Twelfth-Rank Lingbao Soldier, and it has been blessed by supernatural power, so it was actually broken?
Who are you... "
"I don't even know who I am, it seems you really forgot!"
After a long sigh, Yang Feng's eyes flashed brightly, his fists clenched suddenly, and he burst out instantly.
boom! With a loud noise, Yang Feng hit Ximenzun's head with a punch, and immediately smashed his entire handsome face into the ground, but in an instant, Ximenzun's eyes rolled white and he lost consciousness.
Red blood and broken teeth spit out from his mouth, and the huge tremor shook the entire courtyard one after another, like ocean waves.
Yang Feng’s face was unprecedentedly solemn, and even the depths of his eyes were full of sorrow, and said bitterly: "Ximen, since you have forgotten your master, the master will let you remember, this master of love, huh. !"