My Fabulous Star Wife

Jingzhou, the northwestern part of the Moon-Worshiping Dynasty, is adjacent to Yanshan Mountain, the capital city, and has many mountains and forests.

Therefore, there are constant disputes here, and people from the other three dynasties often haunt.

Moreover, they have established their own forces in secret, worshiping Humen is one of the most powerful martial arts forces.

I heard that there are quasi-god-level figures in charge.

"Head, the court has sent a lot of spies recently, what's the big deal?"

A tall young man asked in the lobby of Humen.

"I heard that I am looking for a noble person."

Worshiping the head of Humen, a gray-haired old man, with splayed eyebrows, and a pair of muddy eyes are embedded in the angry face of Hengqiu.

"Why did the nobleman let the court send such a spy master?" The tall young man was full of doubts, and a little worried in his heart, "Head, or let us help the court find it. If this continues, I'm afraid..."

Before the tall young man had finished speaking, he was interrupted by the head sternly, "What are you afraid of? Humph! Take care of your own mouth..."

His fierce eyes glared, and his palm waved.

boom!

In the hall, a thick pillar collapsed suddenly.

"This is how you end up!"

The white-haired leader flicked his sleeves and left proudly.

He is a quasi-god master who can resist an army of 100,000 with one person. Will he be afraid?

The tall young man shuddered with fright, his face instantly turned pale!

It wasn't until the white-haired head figure walked out of the hall that he came back to his senses, wiped his hand, cold sweat on his forehead.

"By the way, during this period of time, let the disciples be more careful, try to cooperate with the spy's investigation, and don't make any mistakes."

Walking to the entrance of the main hall, the white-haired leader suddenly stopped, exhorted, and walked towards the back mountain without looking back.

"Yes!"

The tall young man answered towards the void, he knew that he would be able to hear according to the master's cultivation.

Suddenly, a white figure quietly followed behind the white-haired leader, and came to him in the blink of an eye.

"Who?"

The head of the white hair was suddenly startled and turned to look at the person behind him. Fortunately, he found out in time, otherwise he would suffer if he reached the back mountain.

Lin Feng put his hands behind his back, dressed in white to win the snow, with a dusty temperament, and a young and handsome face that surprised the white-haired head.

This person is so young and has been behind him for so long before he actually realized how could this be possible?

Is it because I have been thinking about things just now, that's why I relaxed my guard and was followed by this young kid?

Well, it can only be so.

As for the terrifying strength of this young boy, he would never believe that he could follow him quietly.

After all, such a young man, it seems that his age will never exceed eighteen years old, even if he starts to practice in the womb, he will not reach this point.

"Are you a new disciple who worshipped Humen? This is the Forbidden Area of ​​Houshan, didn't anyone tell you? It's too late to leave now, get out!"

The white-haired head shouted in a cold voice.

"Get off?" Lin Feng sneered.

Generally, people who talk to him about rolling can't live for three seconds.

With strength, just so confident.

"What are you laughing at? You are so disrespectful to the boss, then don't blame me for being polite!"

The white-haired head was almost pleased by Lin Feng's reaction.

For so many years, which disciple is not obedient to him, who dares to talk to him like this.

He waved his hand and slashed towards Lin Feng's zenith cover, and the cultivation base of the Quasi-God Realm poured down from the top of Lin Feng's head.

An invisible cold breath spread out.

"Go to hell! Brat!"

The white-haired head laughed coldly.

But Lin Feng stood with his hand in his hand, standing still, but motionless.

"Haha, be scared! Young people won't die if they don't do it!"

The white-haired head is even more proud, and dealing with such a kid who has no power to bind the chicken is simply a kind of crushing pleasure.

However, just when he approached Lin Feng within a second of the wind of his palm, suddenly, Lin Feng's figure moved slightly, his **** were touched slightly, and a powerful sword-shaped gas burst out, hitting the white-haired palm. The center of the door.

"No—how is it possible?"

The pupils of the white-haired head shrank suddenly and fell back in horror.

Obviously, he didn't realize until this moment that the opponent's strength was far above him, at least he was a master of the small **** realm?

Eighteen-year-old little **** master?

so horrible!

The white-haired head didn't realize it until he died, but it was too late.

"Those who are arrogant and arrogant will never end well in the end. Be a human being, you must keep a low profile."

Lin Feng kicked the white-haired head who was lying motionless on the ground, stepped over his body, and walked back to the mountain.

He traveled all the way from the imperial capital to Jingzhou, and after secretly inquiring about some news, he found Baihumen.

He originally wanted to politely inquire about the situation of the Jingzhou plague and Qinger's sister. After all, worshiping Humen is the biggest force in Jingzhou, and their help is better than being alone in the ocean. However, outside the hall, he heard the conversation between the white-haired head and his disciple, and he made a bold conjecture.