A word of a native chicken and a tile dog makes everyone silent. No one dares to be angry at this time, and even a clamor cannot be said.

If a god-level strong man is in front of him, what if they have many powerful powerful men? Just slap him to death, what's so great?

Only a pseudo-god-level powerhouse can compete with a few moves with a god-level powerhouse, but only a few moves, and the final outcome is still the word "death".

In this case, who dares to do anything randomly?

Feng Minghuo's face turned red, and the drunkard's words slapped him in the face like a slap, and what he said before was like another slap, which was like a archer on his face.

But when facing the drunkard, he dared not have any intention of refuting.

"Senior, don't forget, you also have a sect." Feng Minghuo couldn't help but say it again.

The seventh elder raised his head slightly, reached out his hand, and grabbed it.

Bang!

The two powerful powerful men around Feng Minghuo didn't even have time to scream, and they burst into blood mist.

At that moment, Feng Minghuo was stunned and did not dare to move at all.

God-level powerhouse, another God-level powerhouse?

There were only two people from the Bajue Sect who came to pick up the sect, but these two were indeed real god-level strong men. If these two men went crazy, none of the people present could escape, and even Zhuge Qingxiu could not escape.

Terror, fear, attacking the heart.

"The Bajue Sect is not threatened, no one can do it." The seventh elder waved his hand, just like the two powerful people he had squeezed were just two grasshoppers, and there was even a hint of disgust.

If such behavior was before, there would definitely be people who curse, but now, no one dares to speak out.

Zhao Yu looked at him silently. He did not express any opinions. Seeing the Feng family tragically die, he did not have any great pleasure. He just looked indifferently.

At this moment, he had a particularly profound understanding of the so-called law of the strong in the martial arts world.

Before this, Zhao Yu had people secretly protecting the Taoist along the way. It can be said that he was just in danger. Although it was also a power, he did not truly see the cruelty of this world.

Today, Zhao Yu truly experienced it.

With the smooth journey, Zhao Yu felt that he was the son of fate of the prodigal son. After all, no matter what he did, he was a little too smooth.

And now he realized that he was not a son of fate, but because someone had already cleared all obstacles for him in secret.

"Brother Jiugui, Seventh Brother, don't be fine."

Zhuge Qingxiu had to stand up at this time. It doesn’t matter if so many people from the Feng family died, but if Feng Shuang and Feng Minghuo were also dead, then the Feng family would never give up.

Zhuge Qingxiu saw it very clearly. Whether it was the drunkard or the seventh elder, he intended to save these two people for the end.

This is just two reasons.

First, the Bajue Sect was unwilling to make a mortal enemy with the Feng family, so they chose to let Feng Minghuo and the others go.

The second is to let him Zhuge Qingxiu stand up and show his position.

In other words, no matter what the reason is, Zhuge Qingxiu needs to stand up.

"I thought I was so dazzled when I drank too much. It turned out that you, the immortal, was not dead." The drunkard glanced at Zhuge Qingxiu, his tone was not friendly or respectful.

What’s wrong with the Fenhai Sect? What’s wrong with the nine dominant forces? The Bajue Sect said that if you don’t fear anyone, you won’t be afraid of anyone.

Ming stared at this scene in a daze, Zhengyu was also extremely shocked. Zhuge Qingxiu, this is a real god-level powerhouse. Whether it is the ancestor of the super family, the ancestor of the ancient clan, or the ancestor of the hidden clan, he would politely call Zhuge Brother or Senior when he saw Zhuge Qingxiu, but in the mouth of the drunkard, he was really an immortal.

Moreover, the scene in front of him was so strange. The drunkard looked very sloppy, like an old man in his eighties and nineties, while Zhuge Qingxiu looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.

An old man called a middle-aged man to be a dying man. Only a few people believed this when he said this.

But neither Feng Minghuo nor the Fenhai Sect who followed Zhuge Qingxiu had any objection.

This is a conversation between god-level powerful people. With their strength, they don’t even have the qualifications to interrupt.

"Senior Zhuge, don't be fine." The seventh elder's attitude was a hundred times better than that of a drunkard. He greeted Zhuge Qingxiu very politely: "I wonder what advice does Senior Zhuge have."

Well, the previous second everyone thought that the seventh elder had to let go of his arrogance and the Fenhai Sect because of Zhuge Qingxiu's identity, but how could they know that the seventh elder had just changed his attitude.

Although he spoke very gentlely and even though the seventh elder still had a smile, the toughness in his tone did not belong to the drunkard at all.

Zhuge Qingxiu shook her head laughed and cried: "You seven ghosts of Bajue Sect are still domineering as always."

"We Bajue Sect are not just seven old ghosts who are surviving." The seven old men mean something.

Zhuge Qingxiu's pupils shrank slightly, and her face remained unchanged and said, "I don't know what the Bajue Sect plans to do this time?"

"How to do it?" The seven elders shook their heads and smiled: "Our young sect leader said that if the Feng family travels to the death, they must die, no matter whether they are the ancient clan, the hidden clan, or... the nine major sects."

This sentence was like a gust of cold wind, which suddenly blew through the air. Everyone present couldn't help but feel excited, and fear grew in their hearts.

The Bajue Sect actually didn't even take the nine major sects seriously, and the Seven Old Man actually wanted to kill the Feng family for a sentence from a junior.

Even Zhuge Qingxiu, the great elder of the Fenhai Sect, stood up without any face.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh and cry. No wonder Zhao's cruel man was so cruel. With such an elder, even if Zhao's cruel man was ten times more cruel, it would be understandable.

"Seventh brother, is there no room for other reversals? You should know that the ancient clan has an agreement with our nine major sects." Zhuge Qingxiu sighed, but had to make the words clear.

If it weren't for this agreement, Zhuge Qingxiu wouldn't have even stood up and said this.

"I know, this is also the reason why I keep them and didn't kill them." Qi Lao squinted his eyes and said softly: "Now, it's time for your Fenhai Sect to express your attitude."

That's right, whether it's the drunkard or the seven elders, they all know the agreement between the nine dominant forces and the ancient clan, which is the agreement between the alliance offensive and defensive.

Therefore, the drunkard killed everyone without taking action, and even deliberately left the young master of the Feng family Feng Fen.

The seventh elder is even more amazing, just leaving two people for the Feng family and killing all the others.

The reason I did this is just to let the Fenhai Zong express his attitude...
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