Douluo: Say I'm unfilial?Backhand join Wuhundian

"Yes Yes……"

The head concierge nodded repeatedly, not daring to refute at all.

"Whatever big brother says is what it is!"

Ten people also responded one after another.

There is still a little bit of the arrogance and unreasonableness of just fighting against others. I wish I could throw myself on the ground and just ask him not to be angry and stop chanting that spell. Nothing else matters.

It hurts so much, that feeling of splitting headache. Once they experience it, they don't want to experience it again.

"What should we do?" Wang Feng asked softly.

A pleasant look.

But when the concierges saw his smile, not only were they not relieved, they became even more frightened.

Instead, I felt that his smile was the scariest, most trembling, and most capable thing in the world that destroyed their defenses.

"I...I'll go and inform you. What do you think?" the concierge asked tentatively.

Wang Feng thought: "..."

"How about... I can take you in directly?" Seeing that he didn't respond, the concierge could only take a step back.

"Well, then why don't you go and report it first?" Wang Feng said with a smile: "I have always convinced others with virtue."

"Okay... okay!" The concierge didn't dare to drag him down, so he immediately got up and rushed inside.

I'm afraid that he will suddenly regret it, so he can run as fast as he can.

Wang Feng smiled slightly, said nothing, and glanced at the ten people in front of him: "You have a sore back, come here and help me hammer?"

"Okay..." The ten people jumped up and immediately stepped forward to help him massage his back.

Laughing with you and saying nice things.

Wang Feng enjoyed this feeling very much, the feeling of trampling his enemies under his feet and making them respect him.

Although it is just a superficial phenomenon, there is nothing to worry about. At least at this moment, he is the winner of their lives.

The enemy is not only used to trample, but also to deal with all disobedience.

Da Da Da~

At this moment, a group of people came from the roadside.

Because it should be said that he came on horseback.

The young man in charge looked about the same age as himself.

Behind him, there were about a dozen big men.

"who are they?"

Before these people could approach, Wang Feng asked the dozen or so people around him.

"He...is the young master of our Qibao Glazed Sect, his name is Ning Fengzhi."

A concierge replied cautiously.

Wang Feng did not expect that this boy was Ning Fengzhi when he was young: "The youngest son of Sect Leader Ning?"

"Yes, the youngest son." The concierge beside him replied.

Wang Feng nodded and looked at the young man thoughtfully.

Today's Qibao Glazed Sect, Ning Fengzhi's father must be the sect leader. After all, he is only eleven or twelve years old and not yet old enough to inherit the position of sect leader.

Unless you die early.

Only then can you get to the position in advance.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, a roar came, startling the ten porters.

"You continue, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences." Wang Feng interrupted the other party.

Ten Doors did not dare to refute and continued to massage his back.

"Did you guys not hear what the young master said?" Suddenly, the old man next to the porter roared at the ten people again.

The ten porters were aggrieved, but they did not dare to stop. They were really afraid of Wang Feng, so they lowered their heads and faced the strong wind.

Seeing that the ten concierges were indifferent and were still hammering and massaging the strange boy's back, Ning Fengzhi and the old man's expressions immediately darkened.

After all, the other party is just a stranger, domineering in his own territory, how can he bear this kind of anger.

"Master Ji, teach him a lesson?" Ning Fengzhi said to the old man beside him.

"Okay, young master!" the old man responded and got off his horse.

I thought to myself, it must have taken two or three times for this young man to make the concierges so obedient?

The soul power on his body fluctuated, and soul rings rose up from under him one after another.

buzz~

Yellow, purple, black, black, black.

Wang Feng glanced at it and found that the opponent was a Contra in his eighties or above.

Then, a mouse was released from behind the old man.

It turns out that the opponent's martial spirit is a beast martial spirit rat.

Wang Feng just smiled, Contra was nothing in front of him, and there was another tightening spell in his hand, flying towards the old man's head.

The other party didn't notice, and the tight band was put on the old man's head.

Ah ah ah~

As Wang Feng muttered words, the old man screamed again and again.

Then he fell to the ground and rolled around.

This scene really shocked Ning Fengzhi.

Contra is nothing more than an ant in front of the tight curse.

As long as there is one set, life or death is uncertain.

God-level martial arts spirits are no joke.

The other party can be manipulated at will.

The expressions of everyone present changed greatly. You must know that the opponent is an 89th level Contra. He is only one step away from being a Titled Douluo, which can be regarded as a half-step title.

But in front of this young man, he was vulnerable.

The ten concierges were not surprised, after all, they had already experienced the pain of the torture just now.

But Ning Fengzhi and the others had just arrived and had never seen it before. They were surprised, which was normal.

Everything new makes people curious and want to know.

Even if it's dangerous, I can't help but want to take the risk and find out.

As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.

But cats are never afraid to explore and discover things they are curious about and unfamiliar with.

Just like people, they always want to know things they don’t know, so they fly out of the earth and explore the secrets of the universe.

In fact, all this is caused by my own curiosity.

It is like a booster and a catalyst, guiding us to move forward into the unknown and darkness until the end of life.

How did he do it? Master Ji is the top combat power of their Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. How could he be defeated by a young man's self-created soul skill?

But facts speak louder than words and cannot be refuted.

To lose is to lose!

Ning Fengzhi was frightened when he thought this. He quickly jumped off his horse and rushed to the old man's side: "Master Ji, what's wrong with you?"

"Young master, don't come here!" The old man waved his hand to prevent Ning Fengzhi from getting close, for fear that he would be injured.

The main reason is that the other party is too strong and even he is not his opponent, and he is afraid that he will hurt Ning Fengzhi.

"It's too late!" Wang Feng smiled, and a tight spell was placed on Ning Fengzhi's head.

Then a dozen more tight spells flew towards the other dozen people, one by one, and were placed on their heads.

Wang Feng continued to mutter words, and immediately said "Ah ah ah", Ning Fengzhi and more than a dozen people were rolling on the ground, the pain made them cry and howl, and they were dying.

The ten concierges were shocked three times. An 89-level Soul Douluo, twelve Soul Emperors, plus Ning Fengzhi, more than a dozen people, were all taken care of by Wang Feng alone.

Moreover, he was only a teenager with such a powerful fighting force. Seeing the appearance of more than a dozen people, the concierges felt much more balanced.

Even the Young Sect Master and Master Ji were no match for him and they were all tortured. With their status and level, what reason could they have to disapprove.

"Who...are you...?" Master Ji asked while holding his head and screaming.

"Wang Feng, the maple of the maple tree." Wang Feng said with a smile.

Let me tell you, you don’t know him either.

"Wang Feng?" Ji Ye thought, as if he didn't know him: "I don't know, who are you?"

"Who?" Wang Feng smiled. It would be understandable if the other party didn't know his name, but when it came to his identity and status, the other party would definitely be shocked.

"It's okay if you don't know him, but this is just my name. In fact, I have another identity, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace."

"Saint Son of Wuhun Palace, you?" Master Ji was shocked and a little unbelievable.

But the opponent's strength is not even his opponent, and he may actually be a strong man in Wuhun Palace.

"What's the evidence?"

hum~

Wang Feng smiled, took out a golden warrant, and showed it to the old man.

Master Ji looked at it and saw that there was the symbol of Wuhun Palace on the warrant, with the word "saint" in the middle. He was stunned. Sure enough, it was the warrant of the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace: "So you are really the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace."

Since he is the Holy Son, he has to be cautious.

There's just one thing. The Qibao Glazed Sect and Wuhun Palace have always been at odds with each other, each going his own way. I don't know what he is doing here.

"Then Holy Son, I wonder why you are here at our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect? You know, our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and Wuhun Palace have always been in harmony with each other, and they have not offended your Soul Palace, right?" Master Ji asked.

Test the other party's purpose here.

Wang Feng just smiled and naturally understood what the other party was thinking: "Really? Are you sure that the water in the well is not in the river? But just now, the concierge of your Qibao Glazed Sect and you were both fighting against each other, and they made big moves against me. I didn't Am I wronging you?"