Chapter 510

"Teacher, what should we do with them?" Zhang Junlan looked at the wind and asked.

Wind dust-free eyes to Yang He, sneer: "I ask a, you answer a."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Yang He nodded in horror.

"Qingyang, what's going on?" Zhang Junlan asked in a low voice. Liu Qingyang then told Zhang Junlan what happened.

As soon as the wind is dust-free, meteorite iron and other refining materials are suspended on the palm.

All the materials are wrapped in the palm of the flame and ignited.

Then there was a magical scene.

Fengwuchen's palm turns slowly, and all the refining materials melt and fuse in an instant. When the open palm is closed into a fist, it is refined from an exquisite dagger. It is a high-quality spirit weapon!

A thought makes a weapon!

The magic power awed the audience.

The powerful of the major forces were stunned and stiff.

The speed of wind dust free refining tool is too terrible. It's just that the palm is opened and closed. The spirit weapon has been refined!

"One It's a magic weapon in a flash

"This How could that be... "

"He What has he achieved in the field of refining utensils? "

The powerful men of all major forces were shocked and their eyes were wide. They had never seen any weapon refiner with such terrible magic power.

Wind dust exposed this hand, can be said to have played a deterrent role.

Zhang Junlan's Master Zhang Junlan can't understand why Zhang Junlan has such a powerful weapon.

"Do we offend you at zuixianlou?" Feng Wuchen asked as he walked past playing with a dagger.

"No... no!" Yang He shook his head in fear and dullness.

"Are you doing something to please my students Asked Wu Chen again.

Yang he was silent for a moment. His face was hard to see. However, he could only nod in horror and say, "there is... There is!"

"I said yesterday that I would kill you today, but what happened?" Feng Wuchen asked again.

"Gulu..."

Yang he swallowed a mouthful of saliva in horror, which he didn't know how to answer.

The headmaster of Xiaoyao sect was also frightened and kowtowed in panic and begged for mercy: "forgive me, and please forgive Yang He."

"The teacher is asking, but you can't cut in!" Zhang Junlan cold drinks a way, the icy vision swept one eye carefree door Lord.

"Answer me." The wind has no dust, the cold road, the cold sound, it sounds like falling into the ice cellar.

"Have..." Yang he trembles voice to reply, despair to the extreme, in the heart already is regret to provoke the wind dust free.

Feng Wuchen's identity is so terrible that his father can't save him.

"Good! Then you can die! " Wind dust-free indifference way, the dagger in the hand mercilessly stabbed into Yang He's heart.

"Hiss!"

"No..."

when the dagger pierces into the heart, Yang he cries out in despair and looks at the blood gushing out in fear.

"Crane!" The owner of Xiaoyao gate was so scared that he quickly passed by. Unfortunately, he was still a step late.

Fengwuchen is merciless. The dagger has pierced Yang He's heart.

"Crane! Crane The master of the Xiaoyao sect is crying with grief, but he can't wake up Yang He.

The gifted disciples and young masters of the major forces were terrified. They were extremely afraid that one of them would die next.

Feng Wuchen's eyes then looked at Wang Yue and asked coldly, "you are the first one, aren't you?"

Wang Yue nodded in fear, and then shook his head. They were all confused.

Seeing Feng Wuchen coming, Wang Yue was scared out of his wits. He cried and kowtowed: "forgive me, Danti. I know I'm wrong. I hope you can give me another chance."

"Are you abetting Yang He to do it?" Asked Feng Wuchen.

"I... I..." Wang Yue didn't know how to answer. He already felt the breath of death.

"It's too late to regret! You can't live if you do it yourself! " Liu Qingyang shook his head.

Lin Moyang and the three elders all shook their heads slightly. They had already guessed that there would be such a result. It's a pity that the Xiaoyao sect leader didn't listen to their advice.

"Hiss!"

The dagger in fengwuchen's hand mercilessly pierced into Wang Yue's heart, and blood gushed wildly.

"I... I will not let you go when I die..." Wang Yue roared at Feng Wuchen before he died.

"Then I'll let you go!" The wind was dust-free and indifferent. The blue flame urged him out. With a wave of his hand, Wang Yue was engulfed by the flame and turned into ashes in a blink of an eye.

One side of the king's house, looking at the fear, the body motionless.

"Is that right? If President Lin hadn't stopped him, I'm afraid you'd already killed Qingyang. What's your last words? " Cold eyes look at the fear of the motionless Wang, the wind dust cold asked."..." the master of the Wang family couldn't say anything.

"Hiss!"

The king didn't answer. Feng Wuchen didn't hesitate to wave his hand. The dagger flashed and a bloodstain appeared on the king's neck.

The king almost killed Liu Qingyang. However, Feng Wuchen would not spare him.

The wind has no dust, a merciless slaughter, as if the control of life and death of the gods, who dare not have the slightest defiance, more dare not speak.

If anyone dares to disobey, Zhang Tianyun will definitely kill them in an instant.

"Xiaoyao sect leader, you heard that just now. Do you have any opinion about my killing your son?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.

The headmaster of Xiaoyao sect is extremely sad and doesn't answer Feng Wuchen's question.

Once again, the head of the Zhang family and the three elders dare not take revenge on Yang He.

"Since there's no problem, it's your turn." Wind dust-free indifference way, in the hand dagger suddenly threw out.

"Whew!"

"Ding!"

Seeing that he was about to hit the master of Xiaoyao gate, he suddenly made a move, and his two fingers caught the dagger in an instant.

The extremely terrifying murderous spirit and anger burst out. The headmaster of Xiaoyao was ferocious and his eyes were full of blood. He roared: "I want you to die!"

"Bang!"

Just when the leader of Xiaoyao gate roared, he didn't even make a move. A dark shadow came in a flash, and a palm blasted on the tianlinggai of the leader of Xiaoyao gate. The terrible energy shocked the leader of Xiaoyao gate into powder, and it went up in smoke.

It's Zhang Wufeng, the elder of Zhang Jia!

"Gulu..."

Zhang Wufeng did it in person, which scared the powerful forces to a new height.

"If the Wangs and xiaoyaomen offended the emperor, do you want to wipe them out?" Zhang Wufeng asked respectfully.

Zhang Wufeng's words, no one can't believe it. As long as Feng Wuchen orders, Zhang Wufeng will not hesitate to send people to destroy the Wang family and xiaoyaomen.

"They don't know. It's none of their business." Feng Wuchen shakes his head slightly.

"Senluo Temple master, do you have anything to say?" Feng Wuchen asked the master of Senluo hall.

"Dan... Danti, I..." the master of Senluo hall was so scared that his head was blank that he didn't know what to say.

"The little master of Xianqi Pavilion comes to pay homage to his birthday!"

Just then, the shouts of the guards came in.

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