Chapter 547 One-on-One Hu Haifeng (3)

"Who is that kid? I don't see anything special about him at all! Let the old ice demon be so determined first?"

"What's so special about him? He's just a stinky internet celebrity, using Feng Qingyang to hype it up!"

"That's right! Ya's hair hasn't even grown yet, why did you start a sect? It's purely a mystical trick, forcibly pretending to be!"

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The crowd didn't take Chen Xiaobei seriously at all, and the clamor and ridicule were much more intense than before.

"You stupid mortals, naturally you can't see how powerful the master is!"

Feng Qingyang was furious and retorted loudly: "Take the matter of restoring my cultivation base as an example, in the world, except for the master, who else can do it!"

"What? Your cultivation was restored by that kid?"

"How is this possible? Once the Qi Sea Dantian is damaged, it is equivalent to a waste and cannot be cured at all!"

The crowd couldn't believe it, the world is so big, they have never heard of it, who can recover after being abolished!

"Facts speak louder than words! I have now recovered to 10,000 WWII strength, and in one more week, I will be back at the top!"

Feng Qingyang said proudly: "This is one of the many divine powers of the master! What else do you disapprove of?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned again, and they were suspicious of Feng Qingyang's words.

"Bring the knife!"

But at this moment, Hu Haifeng suddenly shouted angrily: "I don't care if you are true or false! For the revenge of the son and the grandson, the old man must report it!"

This old man didn't dare to make a sound just now, because he was afraid of Feng Qingyang's 20,000 combat power. At this moment, as soon as he heard that Feng Qingyang had not recovered to the top, he suddenly came to the spirit!

"Shh!"

He directly picked up the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, which required three disciples to hug and weighed 200 catties.

Hu Haifeng's murderous aura burst out.

"Sect Master Hu, don't be impulsive... Our little life is still in Feng Qingyang's hands... Calm down! Impulsivity is the devil..."

The bearded man and the one-eyed man were almost scared to pee. If Hu Haifeng is tough, both of them will be affected.

"You two, go in peace! This old man will kill Feng Qingyang for your funeral!"

Hu Haifeng has already been occupied by hatred, and he has to sacrifice the two unlucky ghosts to force the shot.

"Senior Feng... please let us go..."

The bearded and one-eyed man screamed desperately.

It was probably imminent death that stimulated their IQ potential, and the two unlucky ghosts suddenly realized the problem!

"Sect Master Chen! Sect Master Chen spare your life! We were wrong... We dare not..." The two of them turned to Chen Xiaobei together, begging for mercy.

"Qingyang, let's put these two jokes aside. On a good day, if you can't kill people, try not to kill them."

Chen Xiaobei played with Ma Liang's magic pen in his hand and said casually.

"Yes!"

Feng Qingyang didn't say a word, and directly threw the beard aside like throwing garbage.

At the same time, the Ice Demon and the White Ghost were also taken back, so that the one-eyed man who had only half his life was amnesty, paralyzed on the ground, and took a deep breath.

"Is that kid crazy? He has two bargaining hostages in his hand, and he actually let it go? It's like a big death!"

"Isn't it? Look at Hu Haifeng's cannibalistic expression, he will definitely slash that kid with a thousand cuts!"

"Hu Haifeng's combat strength assessment reached 15,000, and he stably crushed Feng Qingyang, and he also used the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, which slashed iron like mud. I'm afraid Feng Qingyang can't even stop it!"

"Don't forget, that kid is sure to die! There's not even the slightest suspense!"

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The crowd let out bursts of disdain, waiting for Chen Xiaobei to die and be brutally killed by Hu Haifeng.

"Miss, you're right." Qiao'er frowned slightly and said, "That guy is really a big idiot! He is quite handsome, why can't he use his brain?"

The masked woman was noncommittal, but said in a deep voice, "Qiaoer, if I start a fight with someone, you must take care of yourself."

"What? Miss, why are you fighting with someone?"

Qiao'er panicked and held onto the masked woman's hand: "Qiao'er forbids you to use force. Did you forget that you coughed up blood a few days ago and almost died? No! Absolutely no!"

"Stop nagging, I don't have to do it, it just depends on whether that kid is really stupid or fake!" The masked woman's tone was calm, her beautiful crystal-like eyes staring at Chen Xiaobei all the time.

"Lord Tojo, what should we do now? If Chen Xiaobei is killed, our mission will fail!" The eight members and others all showed nervous expressions.

"Hidden in the past, if the boy's life is in danger, we will rob him!" Tojo Gogui said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

The eight people immediately dispersed, quietly distributed around.

"Old Ancestor, what if that kid is killed? Will the Prince blame us for not catching us alive?" Li Yunlin asked nervously, frowning.

Li Xiang was noncommittal, and said lightly: "I just want to know whether Chen Xiaobei is being tricked, or whether he is really capable. As for the prince...maybe he will no longer be a prince in the future!"

"Hey..." Li Yunlin took a deep breath and stood up with goose bumps all over his body.

The prince of the funeral love family, the fifth-ranked superpower on the Chinese God of War list, can he continue to sit on his noble throne.

It depends entirely on the outcome of this battle?

Li Yunlin's little heart couldn't take it anymore.

"Little bastard, Feng Qingyang, let's go together! Lest others say that the old man is bullying you!"

Hu Haifeng couldn't hold it any longer. Without the threat of hostages, he didn't even take Chen Xiaobei and Feng Qingyang seriously.

"Qingyang, step back."

Chen Xiaobei waved his hand and walked over by himself.

Feng Qingyang nodded, not worried about Chen Xiaobei at all, and stepped aside with a calm expression.

"Old thief, are you sure you want to challenge me endlessly?" Chen Xiaobei asked indifferently.

"Challenge? Don't put gold on your face! You are also worthy of this old man's challenge?" Hu Haifeng said disdainfully, "I will torture you to death! I will make you regret coming into this world!"

"Okay, since you want my life, I'm not polite to you." Chen Xiaobei said: "Although I don't really want to kill people, but to establish a sect, you have to sacrifice pig and dog heads. If you kill you, it will save me any more. To kill pigs and dogs."

"Maragobi! How dare you say that the old man is a pig and dog!" Hu Haifeng was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and shouted angrily: "Bring on your weapons! The old man's patience has reached the limit!"

"Weapon? I can use this." With a flick of Chen Xiaobei's finger, Ma Liang's magic pen spun a circle between his fingers.

"What? He's going to fight Sect Master Hu with a brush? Isn't that too much of a pretense?"

When this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.

"You dare to pretend to be forceful when you are about to die! You should die for this old man!"

Hu Haifeng swung the sword with both hands, and the 15,000 combat power broke out in full force. A fierce and unparalleled sweep swept the thousands of troops, directly slashing at Chen Xiaobei's waist!