"Haha... the three clan elders are really good methods! I couldn't help but want to clap my hands and exclaim."

Hearing this slightly lazy and playful voice, looking at the man who walked out slowly with his waist stretched out, the faces of the people in the conference hall became extremely wonderful and ugly.

Compared to the ugly faces of other Jindora people, a look of surprise appeared on the faces of Jindora Nier, Niluk and others. They never thought that Lan Feng would suddenly appear here. When did he come?

Jindora Neer and Ni Ruk were both shocked and surprised. Wasn't Lan Feng sent back to the room by him?

Why did it suddenly appear here?

This is really hard to believe and understand for Jindora Neer and the others.

"Who dares to break into the clan meeting of my Jindora clan?"

At the same time, there was a harsh shouting from the mouths of some Jindora people.

"Haha... it's really brainless to be able to yell like this at this time."

However, facing the Jindora people's harsh shouts, Lan Feng smiled slightly and said with a lazy and playful look on his face.

"court death!"

Hearing Lan Feng's words and seeing his arrogant appearance, some Jindora people who didn't know Lan Feng's identity at all spoke out, clenched their fists and rushed towards Lan Feng.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing this, Lan Feng snorted coldly from his mouth, and swung his palm, dozens of silver needles burst out of his hands without warning, quietly sank into the bodies of the Jindora people who rushed towards him, causing their bodies to suddenly solidify.

Lan Feng's simple move made the face of the person who didn't know his identity in the conference hall change greatly, and he looked shocked and horrified. In his eyes, he could not see Lan Feng throwing out the silver needle. Instead, Lan Feng was like a magician, and with a wave of his hand, he used his fixed posture to attack the Jindora people who rushed to attack him.

"Who are you?"

Seeing this scene, some Jindora people were in great horror and shouted at Lan Feng.

"Who am I?"

After hearing their words, Lan Feng smiled slightly, then he fell on the three elders of the clan and the undead swordsman Hei Mo who looked ugly and looked clenched with his fists. A playful voice came from his mouth: "I think you should know very well."

"Damn it! Tyrant...how did you show up here?"

Looking at the tyrant Lan Feng who always had a smile on his face, after a brief shock and loss of composure, the undead swordsman Hei Mo finally came back to his senses, and a voice with anger, horror and incredible came from his mouth.

At this moment, the undead swordsman Hei Mo looked at Lan Feng as if he had seen a ghost. His hand holding the black crutch was trembling involuntarily at this moment.

No matter how powerful he was, he could not compare to the tyrant. This is a man who could even compete with the Sword Emperor Mihawk, and even the Black Demon could be stabbed by him eighteen times.

"Red fire, ghost demon, black poison, what's going on? Why did the tyrant appear here?"

Now, the undead swordsman Hei Mo completely lost his composure. He turned his head and roared angrily at the three elders of Chihuo, Hei Du and other tribes.

If he had known that the tyrant was here, he would never have sacrificed himself and would have turned around and ran away.

"What? This guy turned out to be the tyrant of the Creator in the King's Palace? Is there any mistake?"

"He's a tyrant? So young?"

"Damn, no?"

Hearing the roar of the undead swordsman and looking at his disobedient appearance, the many Jindora people in the hall who did not know Lan Feng's identity said with shock and disbelief.

They never thought that the man in front of them would be the tyrant, the founder of the King's Palace.

You know, when they saw this man in the cafeteria and other places before, they were still commenting on it...

"Isn't he better here? Wouldn't it be better if so many of us slaughter him together?"

Looking at the undead swordsman's out-of-cord appearance, Hei Du couldn't help but smile, and a hoarse and sinister voice came from his mouth.

"Mr. Du is right. Now Ni Luke is seriously injured and has no combat power! Many of us join forces to kill this kid! No matter what kind of founder of Kings Palace, the tyrant or one of the four emperors, it is rumored how powerful he is... Look at how young he can have? That's just a rumor from the outside world, bragging!" The ghost demon also sneered and said.

"That's right, no matter who he is, just killing him together, just a back!"

Chihuo also agreed at this moment.

Whether it is Red Fire, Ghost Demon, or Black Poison, they are all powerful people from the previous generation in the dark world, with extremely old qualifications. Seeing the tyrant Lan Feng so young, they did not take Lan Feng seriously from beginning to end, so they did not pay too much attention to Lan Feng's arrival at all.

In their eyes, Lan Feng is at most the strongest man among the younger generation in the dark world, that's all!

"Kill you, numb! That's a tyrant! Are you three crazy?"

"I'm so mad!"

Listening to the words of Chihuo and the Ghost Demon, the undead swordsman Hei Mo could no longer help but curse and swear words broke out.

They didn't know the horror of these old antiques. Hei Mo knew very well that even Hei Mo dared to stab him eighteen times.

Want to join forces to kill the tyrant?

If the tyrant is so easy to deal with, will we still need to reach an alliance between the Heavenly God Palace and the Black Demon Palace?

I'm so mad!

At this moment, the undead swordsman Hei Mo would have ten thousand grass mud horses roaring by in his heart!

The next moment, in the astonished and shocked eyes of people, the undead swordsman Hei Mo no longer cared about the slightest face and image, and had no domineering and mighty momentum at all. After a angrily scolded, he turned around and fled outside the conference hall!

"Hei Mo, you've come here, why bother leaving so quickly again?"

Looking at the undead swordsman Hei Mo who turned around and ran away regardless of his image, Lan Feng couldn't help but smile slightly, and his feet moved, Tai Chi steps were used, and his body appeared in front of the undead swordsman Hei Mo as if teleported, blocking his way, and a cold and playful voice came from his mouth.

"Rampage... Lord Tyrant..."

Looking at Lan Feng who easily blocked his way, the undead swordsman Hei Mo couldn't help but tremble, and looked at Lan Feng with horror and horror. His face was filled with flattering smiles, and a trembling voice came from his mouth: "Bao... Lord Tyrant... Actually... I... I'm just passing by... Really, I'm just passing by! I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now..."

"Want to leave?"

Looking at the flattering appearance of the undead swordsman Hei Mo, listening to his words, a faint smile appeared on Lan Feng's face, and a playful voice came from his mouth!

"You'll be paralyzed!"

The next moment, when the undead swordsman Hei Mo and everyone did not react at all, Lan Feng raised his hand and slapped the undead swordsman Hei Mo's face with powerful and destructive power.

"Bang...puff..."

The next moment, Lan Feng's slap fell on Hei Mo's face, making an extremely crisp sound, and a terrifying force burst out. Hei Mo couldn't defend himself, and a stream of bright red blood sprayed out of his mouth, flying backwards like a cannonball coming out of the bore with powerful force, and hitting the wall at the end of the conference hall under the shocking eyes of people, making a crisp sound.

This scene made everyone's eyes widen, completely shocked their eyes, and filled with indescribable shock.

They never thought that Hei Mo, the undead swordsman who had been unparalleled and arrogant before, was now in front of him, the face of this young man who was a little too young was like a chicken, and he was slapped out with a slap.

This scene undoubtedly became the most beautiful and unforgettable scenery in the hearts of everyone present.

You know, that's not ordinary, but Hei Mo, the undead swordsman who once slaughtered two gods.

Not only were the members of the Jindora clan present stupid, Red Python and Yao Li. They were stupid, even the three elders of Chihuo, Black Poison, and Ghost Demon were deeply shocked by the scene in front of them.

You should know that the strength of the three of them is even weaker than that of the undead swordsman Hei Mo, but he never expected that Hei Mo would be so frightened when he saw Lan Feng, and finally he slapped blood and flew backwards.

Is this too TMD nonsense?

The shocking impact that the three elders of the three major clans, Red Fire, Black Poison, and Ghost Demon, could not be described in words.

Even, there was an extremely ridiculous idea in their hearts: that is, the undead swordsman Heimo was cooperating with the tyrant to act.

They really couldn't imagine that the strength of such a young guy in front of them would be so powerful and terrifying.

Even Jindora Nier, the Great Elder, and Ni Ruk, who knew Lan Feng's strength, were deeply shocked by the scene in front of him just now.

In fact, this is certainly related to Lan Feng's strength, but it is also because the undead swordsman Hei Mo was so scared when he saw Lan Feng that he had such a tragic ending. Otherwise, that guy would not have ended up in such a miserable state. After all, the undead swordsman Hei Mo's strength is extremely powerful, and he is even stronger than the soul hunting sword god Benier.

"Ahem..."

The undead swordsman Hei Mo coughed twice with difficulty, reached out to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth, then slowly stood up, raised his head, and looked at Lan Feng with resentful eyes, with a strong murderous intent surging in his eyes.

Before, he thought that there would be a glimmer of hope and a way to live, but Lan Feng told him with practical actions that he had no way to live at all, and he had the awareness of fighting to the death.
Chapter completed!