C20 What's so great about Congenital Stage?!

At the City Lord's Mansion's gate.

The guard looked at the group of beggars who had suddenly appeared. These beggars had surrounded the gate of the City Lord's Mansion so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak out.

"What are you all doing? If you want food, then go to the east gate. There are people there to provide porridge for you. There are also people there to provide shelter and work for you." A soldier shouted. These soldiers had puzzled looks on their faces. They had no idea why such a large group of beggars would appear.

One of the soldiers mumbled to himself, "What are the guards doing here? Why are they letting so many beggars in here?"

From the group of beggars, a sturdy middle-aged man walked out. He wore a leopard skin on his body, giving off a unique feeling.

However, no matter how tasty it was, in the eyes of the soldiers, wasn't it still a beggar? At most, they would just become ordinary citizens of Blue Cloud City after receiving assistance.

"Honorable officials, this one is Qiao Feng, I wish to seek an audience with your City Lord." The middle-aged man smiled and cupped his hands.

That's right, this group of beggars was the group of disciples from the Beggar Clan that Wei Yuanmao had summoned. Among them, the leader, the middle-aged man, was the leader of the Beggar Clan, Qiao Feng, from the Northern Murong and the Eight Tribes of the Heavenly Dragon.

The soldier on duty frowned. Seeing so many beggars gathered around the gate, he did not dare to drive them away. One of the soldiers said, "Wait." He then hurriedly ran into the City Lord's Mansion.

Inside the City Lord's Mansion, Wei Yuanmao heard that Qiao Feng and a group of Beggar Clan disciples had arrived, and immediately left the City Lord's Mansion with quick steps.

Wei Yuanmao took a big step forward and saw this sturdy middle-aged man from far away. In that instant, he knew that this man was the Sect Master of the Beggar Gang, Qiao Feng.

"Welcome, Sect Master Qiao." Wei Yuanmao laughed out loud and went forward to welcome him.

"Qiao Feng pays his respect to the lord." Qiao Feng cupped his fists and bowed.

"Greetings, my lord." Behind Qiao Feng, a group of Beggar Gang disciples shouted out in unison.

"Good, good, good." Wei Yuanmao said excitedly, "With everyone's help, there's no need to worry about such a big matter."

"Everyone, please follow me into the manor." After saying that, Wei Yuanmao led Qiao Feng and the other disciples of the Beggar Gang into the City Lord's Mansion.

Seeing Wei Yuanmao being so courteous to this group of beggars, cold sweat started to form on his forehead. Luckily, he did not act rashly just now.

Suddenly, Qiao Feng frowned, and shouted towards a black cloud in the sky: "Who is it."

The sound rumbled out like thunder, shattering the black cloud. The black cloud dissipated, revealing an old Daoist priest in Daoist robes. It was none other than the ancestor of the Huang Clan.

"I am the ancestor of the Huang family, and who are you? The person beside you is the son of the Wei family, Wei Yuanmao." The ancestor of the Huang family stood in mid-air as he spoke.

Old Ancestor Huang, isn't this the ancestor of the yellow python? Wei Yuanmao's face darkened, "This is the City Lord, what can I do for you?"

The ancestor sneered, "Of course I want your life."

Qiao Feng said in disdain: "A Congenital Stage that is not even two hundred years old yet dares to call himself a Patriarch, this is truly ridiculous, to actually dare to threaten to take my master's life in front of me, is even more arrogant."

After saying that, Qiao Feng turned around and said to Wei Yuanmao: "Master, allow me to capture that old thief."

Qiao Feng gently leaped into the air and then shouted loudly, "Old thief, let me fight with you."

"Flying Dragon in the Sky!"

The moment Qiao Feng made his move, he used the Beggar's Sect's secret cultivation method, and at the same time, he used the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the trump cards that he was most proficient in.

"Xiantian!" Seeing that Qiao Feng had revealed his strength, the Huang Family Patriarch turned pale with fright. He quickly retreated, if he had been any slower, he would have been hit by Qiao Feng's Wyvern in the sky.

"Why is there a Congenital Stage? Isn't it only in the Martial God Stage?"

The ancestor of the Huang family retreated quickly, retreating a few hundred metres. He looked at Qiao Feng sternly, and when Qiao Feng took action, he knew, his opponent was stronger than him by a little.

"Who told you about the War God?" Qiao Feng said disdainfully, "However, you old thief, your cultivation is pretty good, to be able to avoid my Flying Dragon in the Sky technique. You must know, ordinary Congenital Stage cultivators do not have this ability."

"Misunderstanding? You want to kill my master? What kind of misunderstanding is that? Die!" With that, Qiao Feng attacked again.

He knew that he wasn't a match for the other party, yet he still chose to say that it was a misunderstanding? How could it be so cheap?

"I'm not afraid of you." Seeing that their mediation had failed, the Huang Family Patriarch was not to be outdone, and the two of them quickly started to fight in the sky, but looking at the situation, the Huang Family Patriarch was not Qiao Feng's opponent.

It was just a matter of time before the ancestor was defeated.

At this moment, the ancestor was about to curse in his heart. What happened to the Martial God Stage? How could this be a Congenital Stage, and one that was at the peak of the Congenital Stage?

"I will come and see you again in the future. I will remember this grudge." The ancestor saw that he was no longer's opponent, so he turned and ran.

"Can you leave? You might as well stay. "

Qiao Feng laughed in disdain, "Dragon Catching Claw."

The Dragon Seizing Hand was a famous technique of the Eight Heavenly Dragons World's Shaolin Temple.

Qiao Feng held onto the Huang Clan Patriarch's shoulders with both hands and pulled him back, "Run, you should stay."

"Very good."

Wei Yuanmao quickly walked in front of the Huang Clan Patriarch and smiled disdainfully, "Congenital Stage, is Congenital Stage really that amazing? "And the Huang Family, they sure have some guts to actually send you to kill this City Lord."

"I was tricked by a vile character. Please forgive me." The ancestor bowed his head and begged for mercy.

"Spare you? "I know how to beg for forgiveness, but I knew where to go now." Wei Yuanmao sneered, "If you can't beat me, then just beg for forgiveness. How can such a good thing happen?

Right after he finished speaking, Wei Yuanmao immediately threw a punch, afraid that if he could not defeat the Huang Family ancestor, Wei Yuanmao would use his full power.

With a bang, the head of the ancestor exploded like a watermelon.

Wei Yuanmao was now a martial king, and a martial king full powered strike, was not a joke. Even if the Huang Family ancestor was a Congenital Stage, if he was heavily injured, he would still be meat on a wooden board, and could do whatever he wanted.

As soon as the ancestor died, soldiers immediately rushed over and began to feed the corpse to the ferocious beasts.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the Host for killing a Congenital Stage Cultivator."

"Host has gained 1,500 slaughter points."

"Yes." One of the soldiers shouted as he ran towards the barracks.

This time, Wei Yuanmao wanted to grasp Blue Cloud City tightly in his hands. The only sound that Blue Cloud City could make was him, Wei Yuanmao.