"no sooner said than done……"

The square was filled with Zhang Feng's roar, and the sound of true energy was filled with shock. Many people on the Xuanhun Sect were frowning.

Warriors below the sixth level cannot participate in the confrontation between the two sides. Even if they are at the sixth level or above, they cannot withstand the intention of the Jindan stage cultivators.

"Zhang Feng, don't be crazy!"

Chang Wuyi jumped out and pointed at Zhang Feng and cursed.

As Chang Wenxin's father, he was angry that his daughter was pregnant before marriage. Now, his enemy even came to the door and said he wanted to take his daughter away. Have you ever asked his father-in-law?

"Bah, you're a scoundrel!" Then add.

Zhang Feng glanced at him, smacked his lips and ignored it, not wanting to make a fuss.

Chang Wuyi took Zhang Feng's low-key as contempt, and his face turned pale on the spot. He pulled out the sword from his waist with a thud, intending to fight desperately.

Fortunately, Chang Qiankun grabbed him and said nothing. The meaning was obvious, you could not beat Zhang Feng.

"Old man Chang, because you are elder Wen Xin, I don't have to force myself today, so as not to suffer too much casualties in Xuanhun Sect and be taken advantage of by others." Zhang Feng smiled calmly.

"Boy, you're thinking too simple. When I was tens of thousands of disciples of Xuanhun Sect, they were all made of mud?" Chang Qiankun retorted loudly, not angry.

It seems that both sides are very supportive.

Zhang Feng nodded slowly and said, "The Xuanhun Sect does have tens of thousands of disciples, but before I cleared the headquarters of the Xuanhun Sect, I'm afraid no one of them will come back?"

Like the Dark Night Gate, tens of thousands of disciples were scattered all over the world. It was impossible to gather together to do great things without ten days and half a month of preparation.

Besides, although many disciples possess martial arts, they do business management and other things, and they can handle ordinary people. They participate in the decisive battle between the two families and deliver vegetables.

There are only one or two thousand disciples who can be used for the decisive battle between the two sides.

At this time, nearly a thousand people behind Chang Qiankun were basically the essence of Xuanhun Sect.

After hearing Zhang Feng's words, Chang Qiankun was angry and bluffed, and in front of people who understand, it was useless.

Taking a deep breath, he whispered loudly: "Zhang Feng, you don't think about yourself, but also for the brothers behind you. If these hundreds of people are broken into our Xuanhun Sect, as the leader of the Dark Night Sect, how can you explain to their families?"

Before Zhang Feng could speak up and retort, a neat roar came from behind.

"We are willing to fight to the end for the sect leader!"

Zhang Feng was present, and the morale of the disciples of the Dark Night Sect was high, far exceeding Chang Qiankun's expectations. It was useless to suppress the morale of the other party.

"Old man Chang, saying so much nonsense is a waste of time. I brought all the wedding dress. I quickly handed over Wen Xin. I promise not to start a massacre in Xuanhun Sect, otherwise..."

Zhang Feng said as he stopped, waved his hand, and the powerful true energy was released, and the violent airflow swept across the square, and the unparalleled spirit shocked both sides.

The morale of the disciples of the Dark Night Sect is rising again.

On the Xuanhun Sect... many people began to look around.

Chang Qiankun asked himself that with his own ability, he could not do the scene of flying sand and rocks like Zhang Feng. His momentum fell, and then he looked at the two big pits in the square. When he recalled the scene of him showing his inch light at the door of Zhang Feng's house, he immediately sighed.

Just a monk, is it as for running to someone else's house to show his power?

"Old Sect Master, Zhang Feng's cultivation seems to be more than the level of a master?" Zuo Guardian said in a low voice.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, named Ren Heming. He looks ordinary. He has the same black training suit, and his temple is bulging. He looks like a typical internal master. His cultivation is also above the ninth level, and he is only one step away from the master.

With his eyes, of course, it can be seen that Zhang Feng's cultivation is far superior to that of the old sect leader Chang Qiankun.

Chang Qiankun glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "Of course, last time I went to his house to bring Wen Xin back. If it weren't for the large number of female relatives in his family, he was afraid that he would not dare to take action, I was afraid that he would not come back."

When Ren Heming heard this, his face changed drastically.

"A existence beyond the Grandmaster, is Zhang Feng a monk?"

After saying this, there was silence around him, and the senior leaders of Xuanhun Sect were all stunned.

"Hmph!" The right guardian Li Yang said heavily, with a cold face, in his forties, and a standard posture of a superior. As soon as he made a sound, the people around him felt very stressed. Chang Wuyi hurriedly looked at him, his expression tense.

"Just just a cultivator, but I'm not without my Xuanhun Sect!"

After saying that, Li Yang took out a thin short stick from his arms in the practice uniform, aimed it at the sky, and pulled the rope at the bottom with force.

Immediately a firework rushed into the sky and exploded, and a shiny word "Xuan" appeared in the dark night sky.

Everyone on both sides raised their heads and stared blankly at the fireworks in the sky.

"Summon senior for help?"

Ren Heming was startled and asked Li Yang hurriedly.

Li Yang raised his head and sneered: "Zhang Feng is a cultivator. Can't our Xuanhun Sect have it?"

"Who, who is the monk?"

Ren Heming looked confused and asked again.

As his left guardian, he didn't know that there were monks inside the sect, which made him feel very annoyed.

Chang Wuyi and Chang Qiankun looked at each other, and saw a hint of joke in his father's eyes, which made him confused.

How happy is my father?

At this time, Song Chunyu, who was standing behind Zhang Feng, whispered: "Sect Master, there are masters of Xuanhun Sect. Be careful and don't worry about us if necessary!"

Zhang Feng turned around and glared at him, "Am I the one who left my brother?"

Song Chunyu quickly explained: "It doesn't matter if the master of the sect is killed in battle. You are in the dark night gate and you are all hopeful. Please be sure to protect yourself in times of danger!"

Zhang Feng glared at him again and ignored him.

"Master of the Sect!" Song Chunyu stomped her feet anxiously.

The situation became more and more dangerous for the Dark Night Sect. Song Chunyu could not help but be anxious. If there were no reinforcements from Xuanhun Sect, Zhang Feng would be able to suppress thousands of Xuanhun Sect opposite with one person.

However, once the Xuanhun Sect appears as a master who is evenly matched by Zhang Feng, then the ten tactical teams of the Dark Night Sect are more than 400, plus the twelve Mingtang masters, they may not be the opponents of thousands of elite Xuanhun Sect.

It is very likely that Zhang Feng will be dragged down and others will fall into a tough battle...

The scene was stalemate for about a minute, and a roar of a plane came from the sky. Then a golden lightning flashed through the sky. An old man dressed in white, stepped on a sword, and his hair and hair were white, came into the air.

"Damn, fly with swords?"

Seeing the old man in the sky, Zhang Feng couldn't help but curse. He was so stunning that he turned around and made a flying sword to play with it.

"Great grandpa!"

Chang Qiankun quickly knelt down on one knee and saluted the old man in the sky.

Chang Wuyi hurriedly knelt down and called him the ancestor.

Thousands of other Xuanhun Sect disciples knelt down one after another and shouted in unison: "Welcome to the ancestors!"
Chapter completed!