Bang!

When Liu Feng was on the dark platform and was open to compensation for the public for half an hour, the commander-in-chief of the Beiben League slapped the newly replaced boss's table again.

"It's too much!"

The commander-in-chief of the Northern League was so angry that his face turned purple, his chest was fluctuating violently, and he said, "Damn King of Hell, you are slapping me in the face. After slapping, you slap my left face and the right face."

"Commander-in-Chief, what are you still hesitating about? The underworld has already stabbed our failures onto the dark platform."

Guel yelled: "Our Beimeng is the big boss behind the Dark Platform. He slapped us in the face on the Dark Platform. Do we still have to endure it? Leave the Doujin troops to me, and I promise to flatten the underworld."

"Commander-in-Chief, the underworld is forcing us to take action. The King of Hell posted on the dark platform to give them the next move and find a suitable excuse."

"Yes, the underworld is forcing us to fight to the decisive battle. They want to be famous."

"Commander-in-Chief, your son is willing to take on this important task. I think he can use Douyin."

The officers of the Beiben League who were originally hesitant also spoke at this time.

"Okay, since the underworld wants to play big, we will compensate him for it."

The commander-in-chief of the Northern League had a gloomy look flashing in his eyes, and he clenched his fists and said, "Driven King Kong troops are dispatched, but it takes 48 hours to fill the energy. After 48 hours, I will make the underworld blood flow into a river."

"Yes, let the underworld flow into a river."

"The King of Hell is too arrogant and gives us three days to apologize to him. In less than three days, we will let him and his underworld disappear in this world."

"There will definitely be many people taking advantage of the situation to rob us. The underworld dares to fight with us so that they can know what it feels like to kick the iron plate this time."

The atmosphere in the Beimeng heated up instantly, filled with the smell of gunpowder.

And Slanda's side is the same.

"Three days are too long, King Liu Yan, I'm afraid that the Beimeng won't give you that long time." Long Zhenyu said.

Without Liu Feng's answer, the Ghost King said in a muffled voice: "When did the boss of Hell make a low-level mistake? He said that three days were just to paralyze the enemy. I promise that the Hell is ready to attack the North Alliance in advance."

Bang!

Liu Feng raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and said with a smile: "It turns out that my brothers know me the best. I said three days, but in fact, I only have one and a half days to prepare for the war."

"One and a half!"

Long Zhenyu, Uncle Wei, Uncle Dog, and Qiu Shujun exclaimed at the same time.

"That's right, one day and a half." Liu Feng raised his hand and patted Long Zhenyu on the shoulder and said, "It's a bit presumptuous, but we are friends now, are we friends? In trouble, I want to ask you for help."

"You want to borrow the power of my Penglai Long family? I'm just frank, it's no problem for me to help you, but the family..."

"My underworld can reach a trade cooperation agreement with your Long family. Do your Long family want a mecha? Do your Long family want a light knife? Your Long family..."

Liu Feng interrupted Long Zhenyu's words and threw out alluring conditions.

"Stop, I'll contact my father immediately." Long Zhenyu waved his hand excitedly, then took out his phone and ran aside.

Uncle Wei and Uncle Dog were also extremely excited and followed them excitedly.

Afterwards, Liu Feng called the country directly, saying that he wanted to ask the Han family and Wudang faction for help. This time, Liu Feng made up his mind to fight violence with violence. He wanted to take action against the Beimeng to solve those who have been targeting him at one time.

After calling the country, Liu Feng called Luo Tengfei again.

"What, the final battle with the Beijing League?"

Luo Tengfei on the other end of the phone was not overly surprised when he heard the news. Instead, the chattering chatter shouted excitedly: "Damn, boss, you are really having fun this time. This is really the style of my boss of the King of Hell. I promise to participate in the war and take the elites of the Wolf Castle to join the war."

Liu Feng asked with a smile: "Although the Wolf Castle is a golden force, they are all fierce people of werewolf blood who do not like to use weapons. Is it useful in such large-scale battles?"

"It's absolutely useful. You underestimate the Western golden forces too much. Boss, I tell you, the elite of Wolf Castle is called Wolf Guards. They are all the strongest warriors in Wolf Castle. They are all powerful and above, and they are all terrifying wolf armor. They are a group of cruel characters who are not afraid of swords and guns, and the wolf armor has special attack power..."

The chatter couldn't stop as soon as he opened his mouth, and he simply saved all the secrets of Wolf Castle.

Liu Feng was also very shocked and asked in a tentative tone: "Wolf Guard, can that Wolf Castle be willing to send out?"

"It must be possible. I am the prince of the Wolf Castle now, and I am the werewolf mutant bloodline. I may be the heir of the Wolf Castle in the future."

Luo Tengfei said confidently: "Boss, you should be able to see that the people here in Wolf Castle have developed limbs and simple minds, and they are particularly acquainted with relatives. Not to mention my relationship, just relying on your friendship with them, as long as you face life and death, these ruthless people can take action."

"Okay, then you will help me block the Caesar family with the power of Wolf Castle. I think they will definitely take action when the time comes." After Liu Feng threw down this sentence, he hung up the phone without giving the chatterbag a chance to continue speaking.

Finally, Liu Feng found a place where no one was, and called the judge alone.

The two of them had an hour to communicate on the phone. The two soul figures of the underworld completely decided on everything that might happen and perfect combat plans.

Just as Liu Feng was calling everywhere, Su Peili actually called the family.

Although the Su family was a family established by Master Liu Feng, Liu Feng had no substantial contact with the Su family, so he did not plan to let the Su family intervene in this war. But at this time, Liu Feng would never have imagined that if the Su family had not intervened in this surprise, he would have been a decisive battle before this battle...

On the Chinese side, the Wudang Sect was resolute and vigorous. He led the team of Ben Leizi and brought down the mountain with a group of elite disciples in Wudang, including Leng Mei and Chen Xin who stayed in Wudang to learn skills.

Half an hour later, the Han family in the capital, led by Mr. Han, gathered a group of the most outstanding Han family children and gathered in the Han family compound.

Bang!

Just as the Han family was about to set off, the door of the empty house where Han Xingrui had been in seclusion was suddenly pushed open from the inside.

"I, Han Yichen, have come out of seclusion, hahaha!"

A young man who was a few years older than Liu Feng walked out of it and shouted loudly: "Grandpa, I feel that I am so powerful now. You are always a strong man. Come and give me some tricks. Let's see if I can put you down within ten moves."

Ah puff!

All the Han family members were collectively angry. You, you want ten tricks to bring down your grandfather. Are you too proud?

Yes, the person who came out of seclusion was Han Yichen.

At this time, Han Yichen, although he spoke a little frivolously, had a unique temperament and a natural and confident manner.

"Boy, you have actually broken through the innate world, and... have you made a breakthrough in your artistic conception?" asked Mr. Han.

hey-hey!

Han Yichen smiled and said, "Yes, yes, grandpa is still good at eyeballs. If you don't take action, I know that you are going to pounce on me now, with your left hand slight mouth and your right hand slamming your palm... If I crack it continuously, you will be ready to fight in close combat and use Han's sticky clothes to stumble to death. Grandpa, from your eyes, you will see at least a dozen trajectories of your actions."

Mr. Han captured Han Yichen's words and was moved by his whole body, and then said in shock: "Prophet! Your artistic conception actually exceeded the seven senses and reached the prophet's realm!"
Chapter completed!