Chapter 1310

Mingwen teachers' guild is silent.

The respectful eyes of all the people fell on Feng Wuchen. No one dared to speak, even breathing.

Liu Wuya and the Ming Wen master who had offended the wind and dust in Ming Wen Pavilion were scared to death, and his face was as pale as paper.

"We are dead! The Little Dragon God will not let us go! "

"Little master of Dragon God, I have no eyes. I offended him in Mingwen Pavilion. I hope he will forgive me!"

"Please forgive me

More than a dozen engravers knelt down in terror and begged for mercy.

Hearing these words, Jiang Yuya and the high-level people's faces changed greatly. They didn't expect that this kind of thing would happen again. Their faces were very gloomy, and they were so angry.

"Young master of Dragon God, we don't know about this. We hope young master of Dragon God will forgive us!" Jiang Yuya quickly explained, for fear of provoking you.

Smell speech, wind dust-free smile way: "Jiang president serious, these small things I don't trust."

"Thank you very much, little Lord dragon!" Jiang Yu Ya respectfully thanks a way, in the heart completely rest assured.

No matter how strong the Mingwen Shigong association is, in front of the Dragon God clan, it's just rubbish that can't be on the stage.

Even if Jiang Yuya had 10000 guts, he did not dare to offend the Dragon gods.

"Blow them out of Mingwen master's Guild immediately, and never join the guild!" The elder cried angrily.

The punishment of the elder seems serious, but for them, it is the lowest punishment. It is very good to save their lives.

However, it is not them that are the most scared, but the disciples of Yang Songqing and Liu Wuyan.

Liu Wuya didn't even have the courage to kneel down and beg for mercy, because he knew it was useless.

Yang Songqing dare not fart now! Incomparable fear of looking at the wind dust-free, with the wind dust-free terror of soul power, enough to kill him!

Fengwuchen's cold eyes swept to the frightened Yang Songqing, and everyone's eyes were the same. Only tianwenzong's people offended fengwuchen the most.

At this moment, the whole audience was quiet again, and the atmosphere was very strange.

Aware of the cold eyes of the wind, Yang Songqing's body suddenly trembled violently, as if he had felt the breath of death.

"Brother Liu will die this time! I'm afraid Lord Yang will die! "

"Offend the little Lord of the Dragon God, and threaten to tear the little Lord of the Dragon God to pieces, and still want to live?"

"Fortunately, I didn't offend the little master of Dragon God, otherwise..."

All the people on the scene have imagined the fate of Yang Songqing. Just thinking about it, they have been in a cold sweat and extremely frightened.

"Yang Songqing, you seem to have a good relationship with the emperor of death." The wind has no dust and the forest asks coldly.

"Little master of Dragon God, tianwenzong is one of the great forces of death temple." Someone said in a high voice.

"I see." Fengwuchen's mouth draws up a dangerous arc, and the soul power of terror drives it out again to suppress Yang Songqing mercilessly.

Dark eyes flash, cold and murderous, wind dust-free forest cold asked: "Yang Songqing, I kill you, do you have complaints?"

Yang Songqing was terrified and trembled. At last, he could not bear the terrible soul power of fengwuchen and knelt down.

Yang Songqing panicked and begged for mercy: "please give me a chance to make amends."

"To make a plea for merit?" Feng wuchensen said coldly, "what do you think you can do for me? Refining runes or killing people? "

"The little Lord of Dragon God asked me to do anything. Please forgive me." Yang Songqing panicked that, as the leader of Tianwen sect, he had to put down his body when facing death.

"You are ambitious, arrogant and arrogant. I don't need you." The wind has no dust to ruthlessly reply, immediately wave a hand, the soul force of extreme terror bursts out.

"No! No! God of the dragon, please forgive me Aware of the horror of the soul shot, Yang Songqing despair, heartrending cry.

However, the wind and dust did not mean to stop.

Tianwenzong is one of the great forces of the death emperor, which is the enemy. One less powerful enemy is one.

"Boom!"

"Poof!"

The extremely terrifying soul force shoots at Yang Songqing. Yang Songqing tries his best to urge the soul force to resist. With a bang, Yang Songqing's soul force suddenly breaks up. On the spot, he is shocked to vomit blood and fall back.

"Gulu..."

the people watched the scene in horror, and they couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Everyone present can see that Yang Songqing has lost his breath.

At the moment of collision, Yang Songqing's soul has been shattered by the wind, that is to say, Yang Songqing's soul has been broken.

The engraver of the celestial realm was killed by the wind!

If the soul power of terror, who is not afraid?

"Big... Big elder martial brother, Zong... The Lord is dead..." Zhou Yi was extremely scared, and his tears and nose flowed together."Patriarch..." Liu Wuya looked at the fallen Yang Songqing in horror and stupidity, and was so desperate that he could no longer despair.

Liu Wuya and Zhou Yixing regret that they are so green that they regret to provoke fengwuchen. They regret that they didn't speak well and that they are too arrogant.

The engraver standing beside Liu Wuya had already been far away from them.

"President Jiang, the battle meeting of Mingwen master is over. It's time for me to go back. Tiankui is seriously injured. I have to heal him as soon as possible." Looking at Jiang Yuya, Feng Wuchen said with a smile.

"Yes, yes! It really needs to be treated in time Jiang Yuya nodded.

"Master Su, I'll go first, and Bingyan emperor will stay here for healing." The wind has no dust and looks at Su Xuan.

"Good luck, my Lord." Emperor Bingyan immediately saluted respectfully.

"To the little master of dragon." Jiang Yuya and all the people present were respectful.

In everyone's respectful eyes, fengwuchen flies away with Mingyue and the seriously injured Tiankui killer.

"Mr. Su, I'm not dreaming? The little master of Dragon God is the master of inscriptions and alchemy. " Not long after fengwuchen left, Jiang Yuya suddenly opened his mouth.

"It's incredible!" The elder's face was shocked. He still couldn't believe it. He also felt that he was dreaming.

"Lord Feng is still a master in the spiritual realm! It's the master craftsman's meeting, elder Keqing! " Su Xuan is dull.

"What? "The master of artifact refining?" Su Xuan's words, like a heavy bomb exploding in Jiang Yuya's ears, once again strongly shocked them.

The master of inscriptions and alchemy is enough to shock everyone. It's amazing to know that Feng Wuchen is still a master of alchemy.

Fengwuchen has three realms of terror at the same time, which is beyond everyone's cognitive scope. No one would believe it.

A few hours later, fengwuchen is the news of the little Lord of the Dragon God clan, which has spread in the immortal god domain.

Even if Feng Wuchen said not to reveal his identity, the news still spread.

Although I don't know who the wind Wuchen is, the four words of the little Lord of the Dragon God are enough to frighten the whole immortal god realm.

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