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Chapter 575: Putting the blame on

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    Boom!

    As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shaoqiu's aura of the peak of the third level of magic spirit was immediately released without concealment, and instantly forced the Qinglian Sanren who had just fallen to the ground to retreat, and he could hardly breathe.

    Thisthis is

    His face couldn't stop trembling, and the Qinglian Sanren was stunned with fear.

    At this moment, he has already noticed that this is the aura of a third-level peak magic spirit master.  It's just that he never expected that he would be able to meet such a peerless strong man here with so little knowledge.

    However, the shock in his heart has not yet faded.

    Snapped!

    There was another soft sound, and Yan Tianxing also put down his chopsticks, and said with a gloomy face: "A mere second-level early-stage bastard dares to shout in front of us old guys, you are really smart."

    Wow!

    Another extremely terrifying and powerful aura came out, heading towards the Qinglian Sanjin, suppressing him until his heart almost stopped.

    And he could also feel the intensity of this aura. This was the powerful aura of a master of the late third level of magic spirit. It was definitely not something he could easily compare to.

    ???????????????? The appearance of a peak martial arts master had already frightened him to pieces.  But he never expected that another one would come. How could he defeat him?  Even if he wanted to run away, he probably wouldn't have the chance.

    After all, the strength gap between the two sides is too big. The two masters of the third level of magic spirit are surrounding each other. He, a rookie who has just broken through to the second level of magic spirit, is like a fish in a urn and can only be captured without mercy.

    Thinking of this, Qinglian Sanren was about to cry.

    But before he could squeeze out any tears of despair, pairs of chopsticks were slapped on the table.  The old fellows at that table suddenly expressed their momentum, and the momentum was overwhelming.

    ???????????? The powerful pressure of six consecutive waves of the Magic Spirit War King, each one stronger than his Qinglian Sanren, immediately scared him so much that he almost peed.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Did you guys go out for a dinner together? Why did so many masters come out all of a sudden?

    "Big brother big brother, all big brothers, I don't know how to see Mount Tai. I don't know how many big brothers you have just come here. I have offended you just now. I still hope that Haihan will do it!"

    With his mouth slumped, the incorruptible man basically cried and apologized to the six people on the table, clasping his fists. His knees were shaking and he almost knelt down.

    Everyone rolled their eyes and didn't bother to look at him. Yan Tianxing even said with a palm of his hand: "Big Buddha Seal!"

    Poof!

    A golden light flashed and immediately hit the Qinglian Sanren's chest, knocking him away and causing him to vomit blood.

    Then, Yan Tianxing knocked on the wine glass and said: "It's okay, it's okay, let's continue eating, don't let the offal spoil our enjoyment. By the way, Master, what did you just say?"

    "Oh, let me tell you"

    Yang Feng didn¡¯t stop eating from beginning to end. He didn¡¯t pay attention to what was going on behind him, and he still kept talking about his grand blueprint.

    Yan Tianxing and the others were also very considerate, listened attentively, and cast admiring glances from time to time, which greatly boosted Yang Feng's self-confidence and was quite gratifying.

    At this moment, they were still talking and laughing, and the situation was calm, as if nothing had happened. Only the men of the patron king lying on the ground showed how tragic the battle had just been.

    Looking at all this, the bearded people couldn't help but be confused.

    Didn¡¯t it mean that masters of magic spirit war kings are rare existences in the world? Why do so many of them appear all of a sudden today?  There were eight people at a table, including a child, and six war emperor magic spirits appeared?

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? When did the War King¡¯s magic spirit become so cheap, like cabbage, available everywhere?

    And who is this family?  How can you have so many peerless masters accompanying you?

    The bearded men's faces twitched and they were stunned, especially the young man, who stared at Yang Feng and the others at the table in disbelief, with confusion in their eyes.

    In what way are they strong?  Who is this second generation ancestor?  Why are so many masters guarding him?

    At first, he felt that Yang Feng¡¯s family were all sick and did not know whether to live or die.  But now, he realized that it was not that he was sick, but that he was so arrogant because of his strength.

    What if you encounter the army of the patron king transporting the birthday card?  Don't take it lightly at all!

    In a daze, those bearded men and others who wanted to rob Dao justSo he knelt on the ground and stared stupidly at this group of masters who were eating, drinking and having fun.

    The Five Poisons boy escaped and came to the Qinglian Sanren who had been sealed by the Buddha. He punched and kicked him, and while beating him, he cursed: "You bullied me just now, you damn old man, you are so stinky."  Old man, are you amazing? We don¡¯t have an old man in our family, huh. Our old man is much better than you, so you¡¯ll be stunned"

    Bang bang bang!

    The Qinglian Sanren was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, but he was in so much pain that he could only endure it.

    Who would have thought that his heroic appearance just now would end so soon, alas

    Half an hour later, Yang Feng wiped the corners of his mouth that were full of oil stains, turned around with unfinished thoughts, burped, and looked at the crowd of people kneeling in front of him.

    There are those big beards, the young prince, old man Qinglian, etc.

    It¡¯s just that at this time, the old man Qinglian no longer had the immortal spirit he had before. Instead, his face was swollen like a pig¡¯s head. 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 young prince and others and said: "Everyone, I consider myself a peace-loving person. I usually don't cause trouble or cause trouble, but why do you insist on making trouble for me?  ? Where did I offend you?"

    "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

    The corner of his mouth tightened, and the young prince waved his hands hastily and explained: "Just now, the young prince thought that you were in the same group as those people, so I am sorry for the offence."

    ????????????????????? Xiao Wang?

    Yang Feng raised his eyebrows and said strangely: "You call yourself Xiao Wang? Are you a Wang Jue?"

    "Yeah, yeah, my grandfather is the patron king. We were sent to the imperial capital this time specifically to congratulate His Majesty on his birthday and send him a birthday package. Who would have thought that halfway"

    "The patron king?"

    Before he could finish speaking, Yang Feng shouted again, raising his eyelids and thinking: "Hey, this name is so familiar. Where have I heard it before Oh, I remembered it, old man!"

    After thinking for a while, he finally recalled that the patron king was the last pillar of the Fenglei Huangfu family, the man who was ranked ninth in the world, as Lao Tie said.

    His position in Fenglei is basically similar to Lao Tie's position in Nanzhao. They are both the last trump cards in defending the royal family.

    In other words, this backer king is likely to be an obstacle in his way to win Feng Lei in the future.

    With his eyes turning left and right, Yang Feng immediately laughed evilly and said: "Little prince, don't be too polite. There is no misunderstanding. We are here to steal your birthday."

    "Ah? You are just here to steal the birthday gift? Then who are you? Why are you trying to steal the birthday gift we sent to His Majesty? Do you know what kind of serious crime this is?"

    "Are we afraid of any serious crime? With the strength of our Murong family's White Tiger Army, even if the emperor knows that we robbed him, so what? Does he dare to touch a hair of our family? Hahaha"

    "What? The Murong family of the White Tiger Army?"

    As soon as these words came out, everyone present suddenly exclaimed in surprise.  Not only the young prince and others, but also the bearded people.

    Yang Feng grinned. Without looking at their horrified looks, he immediately raised his head and continued to say arrogantly: "That's right, I can't change my name even if I want to. Murong Yingjun is the eldest son of the Murong family. This time, I'm going to grab it."  The birthday card is just for my uncle, the head of the Murong family, as a gift, hehehe!"

    Poof!

    Hearing these words, Mo Shaoqiu couldn't help but lower his head and smile to himself.

    The head of the family wants to put the blame on the Murong family and make the royal family and the Murong family completely fight, hehehe (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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