"Song Ling, what do you want to do?" A delicate shout rang out, but Feng Xue had already stood up, and everyone in the Feng family also stood up.

"Hmph!" Song Ling snorted low, and the long sword in his hand slashed towards Feng Ao's head without hesitation.

He actually wanted to cut off Feng Ao's head, causing Feng Ao to die.

"You dare!"

"stop!"

Several loud shouts sounded at this moment.

"Haha, what are your Feng family going to do?"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In an instant, many figures on the stands on both sides jumped out in an instant, and at the same time, a figure jumped towards the ring in the stands in the middle.

"Head Feng, where are you going in such a hurry?" Song Ming stood in front of Feng Zhenxin and chuckled.

"Song Ming, you!" Feng Zhenxin was shocked and anxious.

In addition to him, the other elders of the Feng family were also stopped by all the powerful Song family members who had been prepared.

They watched Song Ling's sword about to be slashed on Feng Ao's neck.

Just then...

Bang!

A violent roar sounded in vain, and a large amount of strong wind on the ring was torn apart, and the entire ground was instantly split and smoke soared into the sky.

After the smoke dissipated, everyone saw that on the ring, Feng Ao was still lying on the ground and struggling to stand up. Song Ling had already stood several feet away from Feng Aozu, and in front of Feng Ao, a figure stood straight.

He is not very strong in figure, and his back is not very old, but when he stands there, an amazing aura emits, like a peerless demon.

The most eye-catching thing is that he was wearing a silver and hideous mask on his face.

"Yanfeng?"

"It's Yanfeng!"

"Yan Feng took action!"

Looking at the figure on the ring, the crowd below suddenly burst into violent noise again.

The elders and disciples of Feng Song's family were also surprised to stare at the figure of the demon god that suddenly appeared on the ring.

He is Yanfeng.

"Haha, it seems that the Song family only cares about stopping the strong men of the Feng family, but no one comes to stop me." Feng Yan's face was hidden under the mask, but a chuckle came from. At the same time, he slowly raised his head, and his cold eyes looked around.

...

On the ring, the situation changed instantly.

Originally, Song Ling was about to kill Feng Ao, but Yanfeng's appearance was shocked by everyone.

"Mr. Yanfeng, what do you mean at this time?" Song Ming stared at Feng Yan and said in a deep voice.

"Hmph, Song Ming, I still want to ask, what do you mean?" A voice with anger sounded, but Feng Zhenxin stared at Song Ming like an angry lion.

Just now, he wanted to take action to save Feng Ao, but was stopped directly by Song Ming. If Yan Feng hadn't taken action, Feng Ao would have been killed by Song Ling.

"Hmph, this genius disciple has long had a rule in the battle. Regardless of life and death, then who can Feng Ao blame him if he is not strong enough? And why should your dignified Feng family leader intervene in the battle between the juniors?" Song Ming said disapprovingly.

"It's ridiculous. Could it be that my Feng family disciple is in danger and I can't help but save him?" Feng Zhenxin was furious.

Everyone in the Feng family also had anger in their eyes, especially Feng Xue, who was almost killed just now, but her biological brother.

"Bastard, the Song family's miscellaneous things actually want to kill my brother." Feng Xue roared sweetly, and tears also appeared on the corners of his eyes.

Almost, her brother died.

"Hmph." Song Ming snorted coldly, but no longer answered, but looked at the ring and stared at the figure like a demon.

"Mr. Yanfeng, please give me an explanation. Why did you take action by the genius disciples of Feng and Song families? "Song Ming's voice was a little cold.

If he hadn't known about Yanfeng's hostility towards his Song family before, he wouldn't dare to talk to Yanfeng like this even if he was killed. But since the two sides are already at odds, it would be fine if they broke up even if they were torn apart.

However, he was still a little afraid of the teacher behind Yan Feng.

"Explanation?" Feng Yan sneered, "It's ridiculous. I, Yanfeng, do whatever I want, and I need to explain to you, what are you?"

Song Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, and there was a faint flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

But at this moment, a cold low shout rang out: "Song Ming, what are you doing?"

It was Duan Tianyu who spoke. At this time, he had already stood up and his face was filled with anger.

Song Ming's expression changed, and then he quickly laughed dryly and said, "It's okay, I just have some misunderstandings with Mr. Yanfeng. Please don't be surprised by Mr. Yanfeng."

"Haha, what is the identity of the head of the Song family? How dare I misunderstand you? I'm afraid that if you touch your finger, my life will be lost." Feng Yan sneered, and at the same time, he secretly scolded Song Ming as an old fox in his heart, and he could really endure it.

Song Ming laughed dryly and did not answer.

"Hmph, since it's a misunderstanding, let me go back to your seat and sit down. And the people from your Song family will sit obediently." Duan Tianyu had a layer of evil spirit on his face.

No matter what the Song family will be, he will never allow the Song family to be disrespectful to Yanfeng since he is present.

Song Ming nodded quickly and then returned to his stands with everyone from the Song family.

On the ring, Feng Ao had been treated by the Feng family's disciples, and only two people were left standing there.

"Yanfeng!" Song Ling stared at Feng Yan.

"Oh?" Feng Yan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a cold smile.
Chapter completed!