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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Three Moon Cold

The night was deep, and Feng Lun was running wildly between the streets and alleys.

There was a scar on his right face, and blood was slowly dripping down his cheeks. He looked extremely embarrassed, not as good as Young Master Feng.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Feng Lun cursed hard, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, but accidentally touched the wound and grinned again.

"Those two guys... Fortunately, this young master is different from the past, otherwise it would be really dangerous today!"

Feng Lun confirmed that there was no danger around him for the time being, so he simply ran to the side and sat down, and let out a heavy breath of turbid air.

Those two men in black were at least as powerful as the sixth stage of the innate level. If they were still the same as before, they were afraid that they would be overwhelmed by one encounter.

Fortunately, Yuanshi improved his strength and learned a few more unique skills before he could barely escape his life.

"We must find my dad as soon as possible..." Feng Lun took a breath and immediately made a decision.

The help-seeking thing Feng Zhuotang left him had been used up by him, but he did not receive any response. At that time, Feng Lun knew that he was afraid something happened to his father.

...

"Who are you?!"

Feng Zhuotang had a gloomy face and looked at the man in black who surrounded him, his heart felt faintly heavy.

He didn't know what kind of enemy he could have on this Tianye Star, which was enough to send out such a formation - now three of the extraordinary people have already dispatched!

One is in the Heng Domain realm and two are in the Micro realm. Such a combination is enough to wipe out some medium-sized forces.

"Mr. Feng, don't you understand?" Qin Xuanji walked out slowly from the side and said indifferently, "Let the young master take something he shouldn't have."

"It's you..." Feng Zhuotang stared at her coldly, "I knew you were close to Feng Lun and didn't have An's kindness!"

Although the fact was that Feng Lun was entangled with her, Qin Xuanji didn't bother to explain anything and said to someone beside her: "Mr. Yue, please trouble you."

"Small things." The three extraordinary people in the Heng Domain Realm, who had always been taciturn before, said calmly.

The indifference in his tone like eating and drinking made Feng Zhuotang's heart flash. Even in such a situation, were they sure they had no way to fight back?

However, the next moment, he understood why the other party was so confident.

The Mr. Yue took a step slowly, and the black cloak on his head naturally slid down, revealing a young man's face and a silver mask on his face.

This image may not feel anything when it comes to the eyes of others, but Feng Zhuotang feels numb on his scalp.

"You are... Yue Qianleng?"

Mr. Yue stopped his movements and showed a chuckling: "I didn't expect that I have not been in the world for twenty years, and there are still people who remember my name."

Feng Zhuotang felt cold in his heart, not only because of the identity of the person in front of him, but also because of the power he represented.

Yue Qianleng, a very famous Hengdian strongman in the early years of the Sixth Star Domain, and a super genius in the Bloodborne Alliance. He was hailed as one of the most likely people to achieve the goal of breaking the boundaries.

However, in a battle twenty years ago, there was no news about him, and even Feng Zhuotang thought he was dead.

But unexpectedly, he would appear in the ninth star field and would help Qin Xuanji deal with him...
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