blogombal Chapter 755
Chapter 755
An ancient fire dragon with red scales and explosive breath roared demonstratively when it first arrived at the competition site, full of provocation, attracting countless eyes to focus on it.
On the back of the fire dragon sat one of the nine vassal kings of the Canglong Empire, a rough-looking and red dragon robed mad king, his eyes burning with flames, like an avenger who had endured for countless years and finally wanted to release it once.
In the Canglong Imperial City National Fighting Competition, he was slapped in the face by Luo Fanchen and lost his face.
In the Wrongful Death City World Competition, he was slapped in the face by Luo Fanchen again, and was sneered by his brothers and became a joke.
This time, he brought his son here, confident that he could regain his face.
Behind him sat a middle-aged man with a feather fan and a turban, like a Confucian scholar, shaking the fan, polite, wearing a white Confucian robe, and the temperament of the mad king was completely different.
King Tianwu stared and reminded in a deep voice:
"Ye Tiankuang, this time the four major military regions' competition has no age limit, and includes the strongest people below the extraordinary in the Soul Martial Continent. You should be low-key and don't lose face for my Canglong Empire."
Kuang Wang spitted: "Ye Tianwu, you know shit!"
"My son has the talent of a god. He has been honing his skills for ten years. Today, he is invincible. Why should he be low-key?"
He shook his head repeatedly: "It's a pity that the little thief Luo Fanchen is dead. I can't let my son suppress him personally. I feel very sorry!!"
Ah!!!
Speaking of this, the wild and violent King Kuang beat his chest and stamped his feet, regretting that Luo Fanchen died too early and died too easily. He didn't have a chance to regain his face and relieve his hatred.
"Old Qiong Bo Deng, where are you pretending to be a male leg?"
"I * you **, if my brother-in-law is still alive, I will do you a damn thing!!!"
The sharp and unruly shouting and cursing resounded through the sky, and the mad king's laughter stopped abruptly, his face turned pale: "Who!!"
"Who is cursing!!"
Lightning flashed in the distance, and a hundred-foot purple lightning divine spear flew through the air. A golden-haired young man with red lips and golden teeth stood on the tip of the spear and raised his middle finger in the air: "Of course it's your wild father, Yang Jinghong!"
"Die for me!!"
The mad king attacked angrily, and the spiritual projection punched out. In an instant, the sky fire dragon crossed the sky, but it was shattered by a divine spear in an instant.
When the energy storm dissipated, Yang Jinghong's father covered his mouth tightly, and his limbs kicked wildly. Yang Tingjun smiled and said, "Kuang Wang, calm down. The child is young and can speak without restraint. You must not argue with him!"
Kuang Wang was almost fainted with anger, and he directly accused him, "You, Shenxiao Sect, look down on my Canglong Empire so much. Do you want to start a war?"
Ye Tiankuang said seriously, "Everyone knows that the young master of the Yang family is straightforward. He is just a child. Why bother with him!"
Ye Tiankuang's eyes bulged with anger.
"Okay, brother Kuang."
Yu Wang tried to dissuade him. The venomous snake only wanted to wait for an opportunity in the dark and launch a fatal attack. He did not like the brainless and ostentatious behavior of the mad king.
Yang Jinghong, who had just been released, performed a set of smooth and spitting tricks:
"Angry old Deng, do you want to kill me now? Are you angry that I won't participate in the competition?"
"You are right to be angry. Who told you to slander my brother-in-law? Fuck you!"
Yang Tingjun's face turned green.
From the perspective of the family and the sect, there is no need for the son to attract hatred for a dead genius. It is not worth it to make enemies with the mad king for a dead person.
But as a father, seeing that his son is such a kind-hearted person who values friendship and loyalty, he is more or less relieved.
So he, as an old father, is in a very conflicted mood now.
Rebellious son!
I still have to clean up your ass!
Yang Tingjun had a headache and soothed him: "Calm down, King Kuang. I hit this kid on the head a few days ago, and he might have a brain disease. Let's not bother with a fool."
Kuang Wang was furious and cursed: "You two fathers, stop acting, it was you who ordered it!"
Yang Jinghong's eyes lit up and he raised his middle finger: "Yes, it was my father who ordered me, so what, if you don't accept it, come and fight!!"
"Enough!"
The middle-aged man who looked like a scholar behind the King Kuang stood up and stared at Yang Jinghong.
"Ahem."
A soft cough came from behind Yang Jinghong. The frail beauty's lips were white, and her handkerchief wiped a trace of blood. The corners of her lips were stained with blood, which was sad and cold, causing Luo Fanchen, who was watching from afar, to feel distressed.
Such a frail beauty, I'm afraid no man would have the heart to see her get hurt, but the other party was the famous female gun god.
"Sister, let me do it!"
A man in rough linen clothes walked to the front. His aura was not obvious, but his eyes were extremely clear and pure, without any distractions. However, in the eyes of a master like Luo Fanchen, he felt that his figure was like a long spear fixed between heaven and earth.
"Ye Feng, my Yang family's young master scolded your father, so I think he deserved it. If you want to hurt me,My young master, you have to get past me, Yang Nie, first."
"You?"
The scholar-like Ye Feng shook his head: "You are still far from it."
Yang Nie smiled and said: "You will know after a try."
In the distance, Luo Fanchen watched the two guys pretending to be awesome. As a habitual offender who often shows off in front of others, he is itching to do it. I, Li Qing, will give you two a blow.
Yang Nie seems to be one of us, but the look in his eyes when he looks at Yang Xiruo is a little bit wrong.
Feng Jiantang whispered: "Little Ancestor, you must not underestimate those two people."
"Although the mad king is mad, he is not stupid. If he does not have confidence in his son, he will not dare to be so arrogant."
"Not only does Ye Feng inherit the bloodline of the royal ancient fire dragon, it is said that his mother's family is even more unusual. It is rumored that they are not human, but a mysterious tribe. He was sent to his mother's family to practice since he was a child."
Luo Fanchen raised his eyebrows: "Oh? "
"With the Mad King's appearance, how can a hidden female warrior like him?"
Feng Jiantang grinned and whispered, "Little Ancestor, you don't know. It is rumored that the people on Ye Feng's mother's side look like female demons, have crazy blood, and are moody, which is even more abnormal than the Mad King."
"I don't know more news, but this time in the competition, I'm sure we can see how powerful Ye Feng's crazy blood is."
Xiao Fengxian asked curiously, "What about Yang Nie?"
Feng Jiantang said, "Yang Nie is also well-known in the circle. He has possessed the posture of the top spear since he was a child. His practice has been advancing by leaps and bounds. He broke through to the Soul Saint in his early twenties. As a result, in the following years, it was shocking that his practice was stuck here, motionless, and difficult to break through. "
"Later, he left the Shenxiao Sect, a commoner, traveled 8,000 miles, wandered around the world, and visited mountains and rivers. After fifteen years, he had reached the peak of the eighth level when he returned."
"Take on the eighth-level monster with a spear, even I was shocked when I heard about it for the first time."
Speaking of this, Feng Jiantang suddenly sighed softly.
"Cousin, what are you sighing about?" Xiao Fengxian was puzzled.
Feng Jiantang shook his head and said, "Which of the soldiers in our military camp is not a child of destiny in his own small family, and a legendary genius in the local village or town? But after entering this military camp, they are eclipsed."
"I am among the best in our Fengying and respected, but when I come to the four major war zone competitions, my story doesn't seem so legendary. "
Luo Fanchen could understand Feng Jiantang's feelings.
Just like the legend in the previous life, the great cultivator who suppressed the mortal world, the ancestor of the human race, after going through hardships and ascending to heaven, was just an ordinary member of the heavenly soldiers and generals, becoming a cannon fodder to encircle and suppress the monkeys, a chess piece that could not control its own destiny.
He clenched his five fingers together.
This is the fate of most people. It is indeed sad, that's right.
But since he has this opportunity, he should be determined to forge ahead, determined to break out of the siege and dominate his life.
Yang Jinghong resisted the urge to look at Fengying,
but his sister who was familiar with him still noticed something was wrong and asked softly: "Jinghong, I feel that you are not right today."
"No, I've been feeling no longer depressed since I came back a few days ago."
"Really, hahaha. "
Yang Jinghong laughed. He wanted to tell his sister that Luo Fanchen was alive, but since his brother-in-law didn't say he could, he kept his mouth shut.
As a qualified younger brother, he should leave the opportunity to show off to his elder brother.
"Sister, if Luo Fanchen came back to life, would you choose to marry him?"
Faced with Yang Jinghong's question, Yang Xiruo was stunned at first, then her soft eyes became sharp, staring at her brother closely, and asked in a voice transmission: "Did you see him a few days ago, so your mood changed, so you asked this question?"
Fuck!
Yang Jinghong wanted to slap himself in the face,
Sister is sick, not stupid.
I am so confused!