Chapter 64

Wang He's father, Wang Zhongxian, was the fifth-rank minister of the empire, with a high position.

The palace has the highest level in Feiyun City, and the major officials below the fifth rank all follow the leader of the palace.

It can be seen that Wang He's background is very strong, that is, the number one young master of Feiyun City.

In Feiyun City, and even in the surrounding cities of Feiyun City, no one dared to be arrogant to Wang He, even if he was a fourth-rank official, he should be respected by three points, because his father was a fifth-rank official!

Wang Zhongxian is notorious for protecting his shortcomings. He looks kind on the surface, but he is extremely cunning and vicious on the inside.

Wang He has such a strong background, if Feng Wuchen kills him, Feiyun City will be disrupted.

"Stinky boy! Who are you?" With fierce eyes staring at Feng Wuchen, Wang He asked, even if Huo Yanjian stared at his chest, he was not afraid at all.

"Tianzhou Peerless City Fengjia!" Feng Wuchen replied indifferently.

"Very good! I'm going to kill your Feng family!" Wang He shouted fiercely and angrily.

Feng Wuchen frowned, and Sen said coldly, "Then I will kill you!"

After the words fell, the flaming sword in Feng Wuchen's hand was slowly piercing into Wang He's chest and flesh, and blood flowed out, staining his clothes red.

"Stop!" Suddenly a cold shout came, followed by a majestic momentum.

"call out!"

A purple light blasted towards Feng Wuchen with a sonic boom, at an astonishing speed.

"Eighth Layer of Yuanyuan Realm!" Feng Wuchen's face changed slightly, and immediately stepped on the ground, his figure quickly retreated, and he avoided it in a very dangerous way.

Feng Wuchen has already gone all out against the sixth level of Huayuanjing, and facing the eighth layer of Huayuanjing is not an opponent at all.

"Master, are you alright?" The person who came was a middle-aged man, tall and burly.

The person who came was Zhao Fei, the guard leader of the palace, and it was obvious that someone had already gone to the palace to report.

As soon as Zhao Fei arrived, a large group of imperial soldiers came behind him and blocked all the surrounding streets. No one was allowed to leave. They all squatted on the ground, and no one dared to move.

Wang He's face was extremely gloomy, his flesh kept twitching, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Kill him for me!"

Zhao Fei glanced at Feng Wuchen, and was also very shocked. With Wang He's sixth-level Huayuanjing cultivation, he couldn't match the third-layer Huayuanjian, Zhao Fei couldn't believe it.

Zhao Fei didn't feel that Wang He was weak, but felt that Feng Wuchen's strength was too strong.

Just a glance, Zhao Fei rushed up, the real energy in the body was urged, and a tyrannical force burst out.

With Zhao Fei's strength, both strength and speed are above Feng Wuchen.

"Three Heavenly Furious Palms!"

Feng Wuchen mobilized the power of the Dragon God with all his strength, and the whole body glowed with golden light.

A tyrannical golden palm print burst out of the air, and the three palms were superimposed, and the power was greatly increased.

"Profound-level martial arts? It's extremely powerful! With such power, it's no wonder that he can defeat the young master. This kid is really not easy." Zhao Fei was surprised, but he was not afraid.

"Yellow-rank mid-grade martial arts! Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Fei, who rushed up, condensed tyrannical power in his right palm, shouted loudly, and slammed it up with one palm.

"boom!"

"puff!"

I have to say that Zhao Fei's strength is tyrannical. He slammed his palm on the palm print, easily smashing Feng Wuchen's palm print, and shocked Feng Wuchen to vomit blood, and his figure slipped along the street floor for a distance of six or seven meters.

The Fire Sword was inserted into the ground, which barely supported Feng Wuchen.

In the face of the masters of the eighth level of Huayuanjing, it is very good that Feng Wuchen has not fallen.

"It's actually able to withstand my seven successes!" Zhao Fei was surprised again, and began to wonder about the origin of Feng Wuchen.

A boy of sixteen or seventeen is not only powerful, but also has such a strong bearing capacity that anyone will be curious.

Feng Wuchen hurriedly took out the Bone Tonic Pill and Qingming Xuan Pill and swallowed them. The more critical the moment, the stronger the effect of the pills.

Even if he is no match for the eighth level of Yuanyuan Realm, as long as he has a certain amount of true essence and recovers a certain amount of injuries, Feng Wuchen will have the confidence to escape.

It's just that the surrounding streets are surrounded by a large number of soldiers, and Feng Wuchen can't escape.

At this time, Wang He took a knife from a soldier's hand and walked over step by step, with a fierce grin on his face.

"Stinky boy, before you kill me, you don't know who I am first, you can't fly today!" Wang He said coldly, intending to kill Feng Wuchen himself.

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen, who had no expression on his face, said sensibly, "That's not necessarily true!"

The cold eyes, with endless killing intent, make people dare not look directly.

"Humph! Do you think you can run?" Wang He sneered disdainfully, walked slowly to Feng Wuchen, raised the machete in his hand, and slashed at Feng Wuchen's head without hesitation.

At this moment, Feng Wuchen's body suddenly burst out with an extremely tyrannical ice-attribute true essence, the ice pierced the strands, and the cold spread wildly.

"Master, be careful!" Zhao Fei's face changed greatly, he grabbed Wang He and hurried back.

Zhao Fei was not afraid, but Wang He, who was seriously injured, could not stop the tyrannical cold.

When Zhao Fei led Wang He back, Feng Wuchen was already rushing out to the other side of the street with the flaming sword in hand, intending to kill a bloody path.

"Kill him! Don't let him run away!" Wang He shouted angrily.

The soldiers who blocked the streets rushed up one after another, and no one dared to disobey the order.

"Shhhhhh!"

"Chucky!"

With a wave of the Feng Wuchen Fire Sword, dozens of tyrannical ice swords burst out, like pear blossom needles in a torrential rain, mercilessly piercing the soldiers, screaming constantly.

Feng Wuchen kills decisively and mercilessly. Wherever the flaming sword passes, it cuts iron like mud. Soldiers fall into a pool of blood one by one. It is useless to come, and no one can stop Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen's face was cold and expressionless, like a cold-blooded killer.

Fierce means, scared the crowd on the street pale.

Zhao Fei's face was extremely gloomy, and under Wang He's roar, he rushed up again.

"Go back!" Zhao Fei shouted loudly.

Zhao Fei rushed up, Feng Wuchen had noticed it at the first time, and when he turned around, a sword swept out, and a tyrannical golden sword light burst out.

At the same time, Feng Wuchen rushed towards the city gate, but all the soldiers who blocked him were ruthlessly killed by Feng Wuchen.

"Stop him for me! Zhao Fei! Hurry up!" Wang He roared, but unfortunately those soldiers could be Feng Wuchen's opponents?

Avoiding Jianmang, Zhao Fei mobilized Zhen Yuan and quickly chased after him.

While Feng Wuchen killed the soldiers in cold blood, he took out the Qingming Xuandan and took it, intending to escape from the city gate, so he used his sword to fly away.

However, what Feng Wuchen did not expect was that the city gate was also blocked by a large number of soldiers.

The palace has dispatched at least several hundred soldiers this time.

Feng Wuchen's face sank, there was no way out, and there were many soldiers chasing after him.

Time did not allow Feng Wuchen to think too much, he had to escape before Zhao Fei caught up.

The real essence was injected into the flaming sword, and Feng Wuchen wanted to use the sword to fly.

But at this moment, the soldiers at the gate of the city were suddenly kicked away by a group of people, and they rushed in, pretending to have a way out.

Feng Wuchen took a closer look and was stunned for a moment, and said in astonishment: "Leng Mucheng! Chi Huang!"

"It's the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Fire Cavalry!" Many soldiers could see from Leng Mucheng's clothes, and the soldiers retreated one after another.

The soldiers of the palace did not dare to clash with the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Fire Cavalry.

"It really is a soldier of the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Fire Cavalry!"

"Why are they in Feiyun City? Why did they hurt the soldiers of the palace?"

The crowd of onlookers were puzzled and surprised. The Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Fire Cavalry were generally only in the barracks, and would not appear at all unless there were special circumstances.

"Master Feng! Are you okay? We are late!" Chi Huang asked respectfully, his face extremely gloomy, and his body exuded a cold murderous aura.

That kind of chilling murderous aura is only possessed by true imperial soldiers.

"It's okay, why are you here?" Feng Wuchen asked.

"Master Feng, we knew that you were leaving, so we came to find you immediately. After looking for several cities, we found Feiyun City." Leng Mucheng said.

"Master Feng, what's going on?" another asked.

"Wang He! This is the guard of the palace! They are not imperial soldiers!" The Red Emperor saw Wang He's figure, and his face became solemn.

"Mu Cheng! Go back and report to the general immediately!" Chi Huang whispered, Chi Huang and the others knew Wang He's identity, even if they had Ye Cangqiong's backing, they would not dare to offend Wang He easily.

Even their Black Flag Army and Sky Shadow Fire Cavalry are only soldiers and no official position.

However, the Red Emperor and the others, who are Ye Cangqiong's soldiers after all, are not afraid of the palace, but they are not qualified to participate in the affairs of officials.

However, Feng Wuchen was a distinguished guest invited by Ye Cangqiong, and the reborn parent of the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Fire Cavalry! They will never stand idly by, not even if they die!

Leng Mucheng did not hesitate to return to the barracks quickly!

None of the palace guards dared to stop him!

"Black Flag Army and Sky Shadow Fire Cavalry?" Zhao Fei and Wang He couldn't help frowning when they saw what the Red Emperor was wearing.

Who is Feng Wuchen? Why did the Black Banners and Sky Shadow Troopers help him?

"Stinky boy, I didn't expect the Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Fire Cavalry to help you!" Wang He shouted angrily with a gloomy face.

Fierce eyes swept to the Red Emperor and the others, Wang He coldly shouted: "This stinky boy wants to kill me, you are the same sin if you cover him up! The general can't protect you even if the general is here! For the general's face, I will not be with you. Comparing, get out!"

"Wang He! Do you know who he is?" Chi Huang asked indifferently.

"I don't care who he is, if he wants to kill me, he has to die!" Wang He shouted angrily.

"He is Master Feng who was invited by the general to Yunzhou in person! He is the chief instructor of our Black Flag Army and the Sky Shadow Fire Cavalry. You are disrespectful to Master Feng and even beat Master Feng, are you not afraid of the General's crime? "Scarlet Emperor shouted coldly, extremely strong.

"Master Feng?" The expressions of everyone present changed greatly.

"Master Feng, who has a single thought?" Zhao Fei was so frightened that his face turned pale.

After two months, Master Feng's reputation has spread all over didu!

Situ Zhentian, a fourth-grade Item Refiner, was canonized as a prince by the emperor! Not to mention that Feng Wuchen is the legendary 5th Grade Item Refiner of Yi Nian Cheng Item!

The status is detached, far above Situ Zhentian!

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