Chapter 893: : What is honor?

"How could it be, Master Hu Han, actually lost!"
"I, I, I... I am not looking at the eye, the strength of the brothers of the cold, actually lost to such a small place of the monk, this, how is this possible, the gentle brother can combine two kinds of true intentions in the attack.

"..............."
The people of the Tianzong Shengzong were so stunned that they could not believe it.
The elders of Bingxin Valley, the disciples are even more stunned and can't believe it.
In the valley of the Linghai realm, the eight-day elders can't beat the cold, and they lost to a fierce who just broke through the realm of Linghai!
Even if Mu Feng was a rare genius in the Zhouwu dynasty for a hundred years, this result also made them dare not believe that the boundary of this realm was too large.
Of course, in fact, it is not the strength of Mu Feng itself. It is that he burns Shura's blood and uses the ban to make his skill gain a big boost in a short time. It is not his own cultivation, skill, and trade. He is a disadvantage.
However, in this world, only the results, who cares what means you use, the strength is respect.
But even so, this battle, Mu Feng won is also very difficult.
Mo Han is even more glaring at Mu Feng, and roared: "How is it possible, how can you defeat me, impossible! What magical skills have you used to improve?"
Mu Feng is at the top, overlooking Mo Han, and scorns: "I don't even dare to admit my own failure? I really don't know, how do you climb like this, you say that I am mean, how noble you are, you Ridiculous noble life, now, pinched in my hands"
Mo Han heard the face ugly, roared, suddenly a more long sword in his hand, murder to Mu Feng, killing the plane, Mu Feng kicked and slammed in the body of Mo Han, Mo Han was kicked I also vomited blood and retired.
Mu Feng raised the knife and smashed it to Mo Han. This guy, so killing him so much, can he stay?
"presumptuous!"
At this moment, a thunderous drink came from the sound of Mu Feng's ear, and a violent temper was drawn, and he slammed into Mu Feng's body.
Hey...!
Mu Feng was hit by a heavy hammer, his mouth spit blood, his body reversing and retreating. The internal organs of the body were all bombarded and displaced, and the bones were broken.
Mu Feng fell to tens of meters away and rolled to the ground.
"Front!"
Yun Qingyi exclaimed, and quickly rushed to Mu Feng, ran to Mu Feng, and quickly raised Mu Feng, and Mu Feng, angry looked into the void, the white man who came flat.
He was dressed in white, proud of the void, his body exuded a king of majesty, indifference looked at Mu Feng.
"Cold elders"
The disciples of the Tianzong Shengzong have been respectful and courteous.
"Let the adults"
People in Bingxin Valley also respectfully bowed.
"Elders"
Mo Han got up and looked at the cold and evergreen with a look of shame. He didn't dare to look at the other's eyes and bowed his head.
Cold Changqing ignores everyone, indifference to Mu Feng, indifferent: "It is really arrogant, dare to kill the saint disciple, who is your dog?"
Mu Feng got up and stopped in front of his nephew. He looked up at the cold and evergreen, and his spine was straight. He said: "The life of the holy disciple is a life. Isn’t our ordinary monk’s life a life? He wants to kill me. Why can't I kill him, fight with my peers, and the seniors intervene in this way. Don't you feel that you have the style of losing your predecessors?"
Mu Feng uttered out, everyone was in awe, Mu Feng even dared to hit the cold elders!
Leng Changqing was questioned by Mu Feng, but he was indifferent. Then he was divided into three or six, and so on. You are a normal monk, your life, how to have a noble disciple.
Tianhan Shengzong, one of the lords of the mainland, one of the lords of the lord, the sages of the sages, the elders, are all used to being arrogant. In that place, the dynasty is not a superior, this Mu Feng dare to kill the sages, indeed Let him be surprised, even dare to attack him.
Perhaps, in his mind, I still don't know how strong it is in the cold.
The person killed by Mu Feng in front is just a foreign disciple, and Mo Han, but an inner disciple, may become the mainstay of Zongmen in the future. Cold and evergreen will not look at Mo Han by Mu Feng. So killing and cultivating an inner disciple, Zongmen also consumes a lot of resources.
"People are divided into three or six, etc., and there is a difference between them... hahahaha..."
Mu Feng heard a big laugh. He looked at the cold and evergreen, the iron skeleton, and the arrogant arrogance. He said: "Since the predecessors said so, the younger generation dared to ask the predecessors, but the predecessors were born as a generation of kings. Is it true that the predecessors did not go from weak to strong? What do you say respect for respect, what is your humbleness and lowness? In the face of a stronger existence, is it necessary for the predecessors to give up their dignity and degenerate into humble!"
Mu Feng’s word is like a front, and he asks directly.
"This kid is too daring."
"Insane crazy, a little monk, dare to be so cold elders"
People are shocked to look at Mu Feng, this kid, too bold.
"You are right, but in front of you, I am respected, you are humble, I let you kneel, you have to kneel, I want your life, you can take it."
Cold and long-lasting, cold and indifferent, a king of pressure pushed and pressed to Mu Feng.
boom……!
Mu Feng felt instantly that hundreds of thousands of pounds of pressure came from him, and he fell on his body. The soul and Yuan Li felt a sense of oppression.
"Hey..."..
Mu Feng's body was bent, and the sound of the whole body was heard. The king was under pressure and he was forced to convince him.
Cold and evergreen, just looking at Mu Feng indifferently.
"Front, what's wrong with you?"
When I saw Mu Feng, I was uncomfortable, my body bent down, and I was worried. The cold king’s king was under pressure. It was only aimed at Mu Feng, and he didn’t feel it.
My nephew went to Fu Mufeng, but I felt that Mu Feng’s body was tens of thousands of pounds.
Hey...!
Mu Feng vomited out of blood, and this terrorist pressure directly crushed him seriously on the ground.
"I can make you surrender with one thought. This is respect. If I say a word, it will make your family shatter. This is the king. If I wave my fingers, I will have your life. This is the Lord."
Leng Changqing looked at Mu Feng and said coldly.
Mu Feng climbed on the ground and raised his head high. He looked cold and long, and whispered: "But I am Mu Feng, but I don't believe in the world. I am destined to be noble and noble. I am ordered by me." , not by the sky, but not by you!"
boom……!
Mu Feng roared, and there were two Shura bloods burning, and his skill rose again. He punched him on the ground with a fist and put a gun in the ground to support his body with a gun. Under this pressure, In the eyes of everyone, I stood up a little!