Chapter 778 Luoshui'er

Luo Zun's figure who was about to leave suddenly froze, and a trace of shock appeared on his face.

because.

Zhao Feng's warning voice sounded out of thin air in his mind.

Moreover, he didn't feel any obvious signs in advance.

To be able to do this, the other party is at least slightly higher than him in the realm of soul.

"A little thief of the Allah level... You think that with the help of a mere king, you can threaten my Luo family.

Luo Zunqiang held the Jinglan in his heart and his face sank.

His divine sense voice transmission fell across the sky to Zhao Feng's ear, but it was unable to penetrate Zhao Feng's soul level.

This scene made his heart shudder.

He was unable to touch Zhao Feng's soul level, and the other party was like a silent Dead Sea.

Although Luo Zun is domineering, he is cautious and careful.

Zhao Feng and the little thief cat, all kinds of elusive signs on their bodies, made him fearful.

Furthermore, the current Luo family should not directly attack the Zhao family.

"Then try it."

Zhao Feng closed his eyes and looked indifferent.

"Hey, the boy who sits and watches the sky, in the real situation, the Zhao clan in Yunling is not even a chess piece. The Wanshengzong at its peak still has a place, but now..."

Luo Zun stood proudly on the clouds, and the corners of his mouth gradually evoked a hint of coldness.

Vaguely, there was a sense of domineering superiority in his words.

Luo Zun is using his method to "warn" and "counterattack" Zhao Feng, disintegrating the latter's psychological dependence.

In the pattern of the Dagan Dynasty, neither the Luo family nor the Zhao family could make it to the top; the declining All Saints Sect had only a negligible right to speak.

He Luo Zun, but befriended the eighth prince who was a great man.

The Dagan royal family is the supreme ruler who dominates the mainland and affects the surrounding seas.

"Good Lozun"

Zhao Feng felt a little sway in his heart.

This Luo Zun, not only has an excellent talent, but also found a position that can make waves in this magnificent era.

His potential talent was even valued by the royal family.

"Zhao Feng"

Luo Zun's words were full of domineering and self-confidence: "You still have time to look back now... If not, your Zhao clan will survive for a year at most. Maybe, you can live for a while under the protection of the Wansheng Sect, but in the end, you will also survive in the In the long river of history, it ends with hatred."

When Zhao Feng heard the words, a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

Obviously it was him who warned the other party; in the end, this Luo Zun slapped him backwards, told him the overall situation of the dynasty, and let him turn his back.

It seems that Luo Zun is already the victor of history.

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged and said nothing.

His words of warning have been brought, and it is up to the other party whether to listen or not.

However, it seems that Luo Zun's self-confidence is bursting, and he should not have listened to it.

Between clouds.

Luo Zun was slightly gloomy and flew towards the Luo family.

Zhao Feng's willpower is beyond his imagination; Luo Zun's words just now were meant to disintegrate Zhao Feng's fighting spirit from a psychological level.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng was unmoved, and he didn't even bother to argue with him.

"That kid, what's the basis?"

Luo Zun felt a sense of frustration.

This time, in response to the actions of the Zhao Clan, he took the initiative to invite Ying and secretly manipulated it.

In the end, it turned out to be a failure.

Thinking of him, the first young genius in the Tianfeng Daodao, he was slumped and frustrated in front of a teenager who was a dozen years younger than him.

That kind of insult and uselessness made me feel extremely aggrieved in my heart.

In terms of age, Zhao Feng, who was fourteen or fifteen years old, was less than half his age.

"Brother Luo"

When approaching the Luo family, there was a sound of breaking through the clouds, accompanied by the fluctuation of the mighty power of the king.

"Eighth prince."

Luo Zun's complexion was slightly relieved, and he looked at the gentle and elegant man in Jinlong robe.

"What's wrong with Brother Luo? Did the operation go well this time?"

The Eighth Prince saw that Luo Zun's expression was wrong.

The two had a good relationship, and Luo Zun didn't hide it, and told the story again.

"From this point of view, Zhao Feng is indeed not simple; Brother Luo has not encountered such setbacks since the first battle with Xin Wuhen."

The eighth prince's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered.

Judging from his expression, Luo Zun's suffocation this time was second only to the last time.

"Xin Wuhen"

When Luo Zun thought of this name, his eyes were fierce, and a strong fighting intent emerged: "I will challenge him after I solve this kid first."

The Eighth Prince knew that the defeat half a year ago was Luo Zun's greatest shame.

In less than ten moves, Luo Zun lost to a half-step king.

"I analyzed it afterwards, that Xin Wuhen should have deliberately suppressed his cultivation to the half-step king, and didn't want to break through the king. After all, his artistic conception has reached the level of a great emperor."

The Eighth Prince said.

When it comes to Xin Wuhen, he is also regretful in his heart.

Such a genius was not recruited by the Eighth Prince, but the "Fourth Prince" who was the most powerful and most likely to compete for the crown prince was successfully subdued as a guest.

"He deliberately suppresses cultivation, what's the benefit, is it..."

Luo Zun suddenly thought of something.

"That's right, the phantom space." The eighth prince smiled slightly: "The passage to the phantom space and taking on the king of the virtual gods will have great risks. But the half-step king has at least a 70% success rate."

This analysis, everything is reasonable.

That Xin Wuhen, in order to enter the "Illusionary Space" stably, suppressed his cultivation at the half-step king for a long time.

Whizzing

The two flew side by side towards the Luo family.

"Eighth prince, do you like your contact with my sister?"

Luo Zun suddenly smiled.

The Eighth Prince had a noble status. If he was a younger sister, marrying him would be a great help to himself and the Luo family.

Even if the younger sister is only a concubine, the Luo family is willing.

"Miss Shui'er, I fell in love at first sight, impeccable, just..."

The Eighth Prince smiled bitterly.

"Huh? Could it be that Shui'er doesn't want to?"

Luo Zun thought of a question.

Regarding this kind of marriage and the insertion of the Eighth Prince, the Luo family and his elder brother, it seems that they have never won the opinion of "Luo Shui'er".

Think about it in Luo Zun.

Being able to marry the Eighth Prince, even if it is just a concubine, is something that ordinary women from aristocratic families can't ask for.

What's more, the Eighth Prince promised that he would try his best to make Luo Shui'er the principal.

Luo family, a boudoir surrounded by mountains and rivers.

"Father, brother, when did I agree to repent of the marriage? Have you ever sought my opinion?"

A girl with long hair in a blue dress, weeping in a low voice.

That girl's skin is as creamy, her water is like a fairy, and she is spotless, like a clean lotus washed after the rain.

Facing the girl's cry, Luo Zun and his father looked at each other and remained silent.

For "Luo Shui'er", both his father and Luo Zun love him very much.

only.

In the marriage repentance, Luo Family Master and Luo Zun did not win Luo Shui'er's opinion.

So much so that Luo Shui'er was now dismissed by Zhao Feng, but his reputation was humiliated.

A sense of shame rose up in the hearts of the two of them, but it was quickly annihilated.

compare to.

To have a relationship with the eighth prince and the royal family is a fatal temptation that neither the Luo family nor Luo Zun can resist.

the next day.

Zhao Feng returned to Yangjiabao and continued to practice in his own courtyard.

After destroying the Yin family, Zhao Feng accumulated a sum of water-based precious materials and body refining medicines, enough to cultivate for a period of time.

at this time.

His cultivation base has reached the Great Achievement of Allah, and he is still steadily improving.

But "Jin Kun Sacred Thunder Body" still needs a certain driving force to break through the fourth layer.

See here.

Zhao Feng used more mental energy to cultivate and improve the "Five Elements Wind and Thunder Art" first.

The higher the level of the wind and thunder art, the better the effect of quenching the body with wind and thunder.

a few days later.

Zhao Feng's cultivation is close to the peak of Allah; "Five Elements of Wind and Thunder" is also close to the peak of the fourth floor.

"In half a month, the "Golden Kun Sacred Thunder Body" is expected to break through the fourth floor; within two months, the cultivation base may be restored to the Danyuan realm."

Zhao Feng murmured in his heart.

The rebuilding plan is in order.

When Zhao Feng returns to the False God Realm, his background will far exceed his previous life, and he will increase the chance of hitting the "Mysterious Light Realm" in the future.

this day.

Zhao Feng's practice was interrupted.

"Feng'er's Luo family sent someone to come to find you by name..."

Grandpa Zhao came over in a hurry.

"The Luo family?"

Zhao Feng got up and walked out of the courtyard.

After a moment.

In a side hall of the Zhao family, Zhao Feng met several representatives of the Luo family.

Luo family, a total of three people came.

The person in the middle, an old man of the Dan Yuan realm, with a fat face and big ears, can talk and talk endlessly.

"Zhao Feng, on behalf of the head of the family, I invite you to attend the banquet of the Luo family and discuss the marriage contract. Regarding your repentance letter, the head of the family regards you as a childish child for a while. I heard that Miss Luo Shui'er still has an impression of you. Not bad..."

The fat-faced old man chattered endlessly.

Zhao Feng, as well as the Zhao Clan and others, were stunned for a while.

For the so-called "banquet", Zhao Feng naturally had no interest and did not want to attend.

And that banquet, only Zhao Feng was invited.

"Feng'er, I'm afraid this is the conspiracy of the Luo family."

The senior members of the Zhao family expressed concern.

Grandpa Zhao suspects that this is a feast of Hongmen at all.

"About Na Luo Shui'er, I have quit my book, why do I need to explore more."

Zhao Feng frowned.

But the fat-faced old man was unwilling to give up. He wanted to rely on his incorrupt tongue to persuade Zhao Feng and promise all kinds of prospects and dreams.

"Mr. Zhao bids farewell."

Zhao Feng was too lazy to pay attention to it, and left three representatives of the Luo family, ready to practice again.

"Junior, don't be mad"

Seeing this situation, the fat-faced old man finally became angry: "My Luo family invited you to give you face... The little Zhao family, in front of my Luo family, is like hitting a stone with an egg."

The fat-faced old man scolded, preached, and beat him.

Zhao Feng vaguely understood that this was only the Luo family's tactic. If this person was injured, the Luo family would have a reason to use force.

a moment.

There was a sound of breaking air in the sky, accompanied by a half-step king's will.

"Zhao Feng is here."

A blue-robed general, floating in the air of the Zhao Clan, launched a silver token in his hand.

buzz

The token expanded to a hundred feet, surrounded by the purple dragon light pattern, and a mysterious and unpredictable monarch's dragon power was connected with the dynastic destiny in the vast universe.

"The Prince's Order"

Some senior members of the Zhao clan, including the fat-faced old man, were shocked physically and mentally.

Under the order of the prince, everyone has the illusion of facing the "king" and has an instinctive sense of surrender.

"Meet Your Majesty."

The senior members of the Zhao clan, as well as the fat-faced old man and others, saluted respectfully, and those with a low cultivation base knelt down instinctively.

"I am."

Zhao Feng walked over with a look of surprise.

"Zhao Feng, the prince's mansion has sent you to be a guest."

The blue-robed general, his eyes fell on Zhao Feng, he smiled slightly, and he was quite polite.

"The Prince's Mansion... Summons Zhao Feng as a guest?"

The Luo family, the three fat-faced old men, seemed to be choking.