Chapter 575: Framing

boom!
As soon as the voice fell, Mo Shaoqiu's momentum from the third-order peak of Shu Ling was immediately released, and immediately forced the Qinglian Sanren who had just fallen to the ground to retreat again and again, and he could hardly catch his breath.
This...this is...
The face couldn't stop shaking, and Qinglian was stunned in shock.
At this moment, he has already noticed it, this is the aura of the third-order peak magic spirit master. It's just that he never expected that his own point would be so memorable, and he could actually meet such a peerless power here.
However, the horror in his heart has not yet fallen.
Snapped!
With another soft sound, Yan Tianxing also dropped his chopsticks, and said with a gloomy face: A mere second-order early stage crap, and dare to yell in front of our old guys, you are so kind. "
Wow!
Another extremely terrifying and powerful aura came out, rushing to the Qinglian scattered people, can't help but press his heart to a sudden stop.
And the intensity of this aura, he also felt it, this is the powerful aura of a master of the third stage of Shu Ling, it is definitely not an existence that he can easily compare.
Originally, a master of Shu Ling peak appeared, and he was scared to death. But he never expected that this is another one. How could he ever beat this? Even if he wanted to run, he probably didn't have this chance.
After all, the strength difference between the two sides is too great. The two masters of the third-order Shu Ling are surrounded by a rookie who has just broken through the second-order Shu Ling. He is a fish in the urn, and can only catch it with one's hands.
Thinking of this, the Qinglian scattered people would cry.
But before he squeezed out a trace of desperate tears, immediately, a pair of chopsticks were slapped on the table. The old guys at that table suddenly showed their momentum and momentum.
The six strands of Shu Ling Zhan Wang's powerful air pressure, every strand stronger than his Qinglian Sanren, immediately scared him to pee.
By the way, did you guys come out to have a dinner together? Why did so many masters come out all at once?
Big big... Big brother, big brothers, little brothers have eyes but don't know Mount Tai. I don't know if all the big brothers came here, how offended they were just now, but also Wang Haihan! "
With a slumped mouth, the clean casual man basically apologized to the six people on the table with a cry of fist, his knees trembled, and he almost knelt.
Everyone rolled their eyes, too lazy to take a look at him, and Yan Tianxing issued a palm of his hand: Great Buddha Seal! "
puff!
A golden light flashed, and immediately hit the Qinglian Sanren’s chest, and knocked him out, vomiting blood.
Next, Yan Tianxing knocked on the glass and said: It's all right, it's all right, everyone continue to eat, don't let the choppy spoil our Yaxing. By the way, Patriarch, where did you just say? "
Oh, let me say..."
From start to finish, Yang Feng didn't stop his mouth that eats Heisei. He didn't pay attention to the movement behind him at all. He still kept gushing forward to his grand blueprint.
Yan Tianxing and the others also gave face, listened carefully, and cast admiring eyes from time to time, which made Yang Feng's self-confidence soar, which was quite gratified.
At this moment, they were still talking and laughing. The wind was calm and the waves were calm, as if nothing happened. Only the men of the patron king lying on the ground showed how tragic the battle was just now.
Seeing all this, everyone with the beard couldn't help being confused.
Didn’t it mean that the masters of Shu Ling Zhanhuang are all rare existences in the world, why so many suddenly appeared today? With eight people on a table and a child among them, six battle emperor magic spirits appeared?
Grandma, a bear, when did War Emperor Shu Ling be so cheap, just like Chinese cabbage, everywhere?
And how sacred is this family? How can you have so many peerless masters to follow?
The bearded and their faces twitched and they were stunned. Especially the young man stared at Yang Feng and the others in disbelief, his eyes were full of confusion.
What kind of strong are they? Who is this second generation ancestor? Why are so many masters guarding him?
At first, he felt that Yang Feng and his family were all sick and they did not live or die. But now, he discovered that it was not that they were sick, but that they had this strength, so arrogant.
Even if you encounter an army who is backing the mountain king to transport the birthday card? Don't look at it at all!
Stunnedly, those big beards and others who wanted to rob, just knelt on the ground like this, looking stupidly at these peerless masters who were eating, drinking and having fun.
The Five Poison Boy leaped forward and came to the Qinglian Sanren whose cultivation base was sealed by the Great Buddha. He punched and kicked, and cursed while beating: You just bullied me, old man, old man. Son, it's amazing? There is no old man in our house, hum. Our old man is much better than you, so you will be sad..."
Bang bang bang!
The Qinglian Sanren was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face, but there was suffering and could only suffer.
Who would have thought that he had just appeared in a brave and heroic manner, and it would end so soon, alas...
Half an hour later, Yang Feng wiped the corners of his mouth which was full of oil stains, and turned around without hesitation. He hiccuped and looked at the kneeling crowd in front of him.
There are those big beards, and the little prince and old man Qinglian.
But at this time, the old man Qinglian no longer had the bones of the fairy wind, instead, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and the cold winter thunder was still deeply poisoned and continued to twitch.
With a wicked smile on his face, Yang Feng first looked at the little prince and others: Everyone, I ask myself that I am a peace-loving person. If you don't cause trouble or cause trouble, why do you have to trouble me? Where did I offend you? "
Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings! "
The corners of his mouth slumped, and the little prince waved his hand anxiously, explaining: Just now, Xiao Wang thought you were in the same group with them, so how offensive you are, I hope you can forgive me. "
Xiao Wang?
With a frown, Yang Feng said strangely: Do you call yourself Xiao Wang? Are you the king? "
Hmm, my grandfather is the patron king. This time we are sent to the imperial capital to congratulate Your Majesty on his birthday and send the birthday card. Who knows halfway..."
Backer King? "
Before he could finish speaking, Yang Feng shouted again, raising his eyelids and pondering: Hey, this name is so familiar, where I have heard it before...Oh, remembering it, old iron! "
After thinking for a while, he finally remembered, isn't the king of the mountain the last pillar of Fengleihuangfu's house that Lao Tie said, the ninth man in the world.
His position in Fenglei is basically the same as Lao Tie's position in Nanzhao, he is the last trump card to defend the royal family.
In other words, in the future, the patron king is likely to be an obstacle before he can take the wind and thunder.
Turning his eyes around, Yang Feng immediately smiled evilly: Little Prince, don't be too polite, no misunderstanding, we are here to grab your birthday. "
what? Are you here to grab your birthday? Who are you then? Why do you want to the birthday gift we sent to your majesty? Do you know what kind of sin this is? "
Are we still afraid of serious sins? With the strength of our Murong Family's White Tiger Army, even if the emperor knows that we have robbed it, what? Does he dare to touch a vellus hair in our family? Hahaha..."
what? White Tiger Army Murong's house? "
As soon as this remark came out, everyone present suddenly exclaimed. Not only the little prince and others, but also the big beards.
Yang Feng grinned at the corner of his mouth and didn't look at their horrified eyes. He immediately held his head high and continued to say arrogantly: Yes, I can change my name and sit still. The son of Murong's family, so is Murong handsome. This time I grabbed the birthday card, it was for my uncle, the head of the Murong family as a gift, hum! "
puff!
Hearing these words, Mo Shaoqiu couldn't help but lower his head and laugh.
Patriarch is trying to blame Murong's family and let the royal family and Murong's family completely pinch, ha ha ha...