"I am coming."

The three words that are understatement are like spring thunder, making people's hearts tremble.

Chu Feng's straight body, which was as sharp as a mountain, was too shocking, so that the guests at the scene were all breathing in. The originally lively and cheerful scene was silent in an instant.

Then, Chu Feng's eyes swept around and fell faintly on Wei Zhenlin not far away.

"Just now, you shouted that you wanted me to get out and die, and that I would die without a place to bury me?"

Wei Zhenlin, who was originally the most cheerful and arrogant, was now like a chicken strangled by his throat.

His eyes widened and his lips moved, and he couldn't even say a word.

The guests and the Wumeng children all whispered, and even Wei Zhongxian frowned, full of displeasure and disappointment.

In this case, Wei Zhenlin could only grit his teeth and gritted his teeth: "Chu Feng, this is the Martial Alliance, it's not your turn to act wildly. I advise you to be good--"

boom!

Before he finished speaking, Chu Feng slapped half of his palm.

In just this moment, a huge sound suddenly came-

Wei Zhenlin's entire lower body was directly photographed onto the marble floor, and only half of his body was exposed, as if embedded on the ground.

this--

Everyone in the audience was suddenly in awe of creepy.

The four kings of the Martial Alliance were even breathing in the air.

Wei Zhenlin is the eldest son of nine thousand years old. He has obtained all his skills in his true teachings and has already reached the level of a martial arts master.

However, Chu Feng slapped it into the ground, without any backhand power. How terrifying is this guy's strength?

"Just a useless person like you, I can easily crush you with just one finger, and I am also qualified to bark in front of me?" Chu Feng's eyes were like a knife, and he swept over Wei Zhenlin coldly.

He looked at him with a scrutiny attitude.

"You said that Jiang Wanjun is just an old man who is over 100 years old and is about to fall into the ground. But this old man, facing Donghua's 300,000 troops alone, he still dares to charge, and can still fight with me for more than ten rounds. You can't even catch half of my palm. What qualifications do you have to compare with Old War God Jiang?"

"You said that the battle between Xiye was the result of the bloody battle between your military alliance and the soldiers who fought and fought hard? I asked you, Xiye had 200,000 soldiers and civilians, 80,000 North Wolf Iron Cavalry, and 300,000 Jiangling War Zone. Is there anyone who is from your military alliance?"

Chu Feng's words are every word, and every word is a pearl and a sword is bloody.

"Me, I--" Wei Zhenlin's eyes dodged and didn't know how to answer.

He could only look at Wei Zhongxian with a pleading gaze, hoping that he could save himself.

"Answer me."

Chu Feng shouted coldly and slapped out casually.

A strong wind suddenly erupted, and Wei Zhenlin felt only the fire on his cheeks. A burst of pain was so spicy that a sensation came.

One of his ears was cut off by the palm wind.

"Ao—"

Wei Zhenlin let out a shrill scream, feeling the powerful murderous intent on Chu Feng's body. He could no longer bear it and began to ask Wei Zhongxian for help:

"Entertainment Father, save me!"

"Enough!"

Wei Zhongxian frowned together, and he gently stepped on the ground with his right foot—

"Boom--"

The ground within a radius of 100 meters was cracked and densely covered with spider silk, like an earthquake.

Wei Zhenlin was finally saved and came out of the cracked ground, gasping for breath, as if he was reborn.

The guests at the scene couldn't help but look forward to their eyes. They deserved to be the leader of the Martial Arts League. Their cultivation level of Nine Thousand Years is unfathomable.
Chapter completed!