"What are you doing?" Luo Feng frowned and touched the peach wood sword with his right hand.

The two were separated by the car window, but Luo Feng clearly felt a "complex emotion" reaching deep inside his heart.

This emotion made Luo Feng inexplicably irritable.

It's like meeting an old enemy.

"What kind of plane is the Ji family bloodline doing?" Luo Feng realized that it was his Ji family bloodline that was causing trouble, and quickly suppressed it.

Outside the car, the old man with a garlic nose stepped forward, glanced at Luo Feng's position, and whispered to the young man, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

"Who is in this car? Why don't you come out?" the young man in white said indifferently.

"This is a young man I met by chance on the way. I was just along the way, so..."

"You said we were on the way?" The young man in white's face darkened, and an extreme sense of oppression burst out from his body.

"Are you an old fool or am I having a problem with my ears and mishearing? The Northern Territory is in turmoil and I am seriously injured. If the other party comes after me, can you bear the responsibility?"

"This..." The garlic-nosed old man was ashamed and said quickly, "Then I will ask the little brother to leave immediately."

The person in front of him was not something he could afford to offend. If he was determined to silence him, the young man in the car would definitely not dare to protect him.

"That's all," the young man in white glanced coldly at the car window, "hurry up and hurry up, I'm tired."

As the young man in white got on the bus, Fatty Feng Xiaohu cursed and returned to Luo Feng.

"Have I caused any trouble to you? If so, I'd better go ahead alone," Luo Feng said proactively.

The other party caused some kind of fluctuation in his Ji family's bloodline, which made Luo Feng feel uneasy.

Feng Xiaohu shook his head, "Brother Xiaoshan, don't say anything anymore. Let's wait until we get to Tianzhihen before we separate. It will be in danger for you to separate now."

Luo Feng nodded and said nothing more.

Three hours later, the motorcade appeared in the small town. The Feng tribe was standing guard outside the door. Luo Feng sat quietly next to Feng Xiaohu in the hall, waiting quietly for the young man in white to wash up.

"Old sir!" Luo Feng came to the side of the garlic-nosed old man.

"What's wrong, little brother?"

"Just now I saw... the old gentleman's distinguished guests don't seem to like outsiders. I thought about it and decided to leave alone in order not to cause trouble to the old gentleman."

"This..." The old man held his beard and nodded, "Okay, now that I have made my decision, it is not easy for the old man to stop me. I hope you will be careful on the road."

"Excuse me, old sir, let's meet Tianzhihen," Luo Feng bowed, turned and walked out of the hall.

"Stop, where are you going?" At this moment, a cold and arrogant voice came from the second floor.

Luo Feng stopped, frowned, and tightened his grip on the mahogany sword a little harder.

"Young Master!" The garlic-nosed old man stepped forward quickly.

After changing into a straight suit, a young man who looked like an aristocrat walked down. He was as handsome as jade, and his hands and feet were filled with the aura of a strong man.

"It's so late. Where are you going? Why don't you stay and follow us?"

The young man sat at the dining table and looked sideways at Luo Feng.

Several warriors stood out at the door and blocked Luo Feng's way.

The garlic-nosed old man's face turned ugly, and he came to the young man's side and bowed, "Young Master, this young man just met by chance. He is definitely not a villain who came to harm the young master. Judging from his cultivation, he would not dare to do such stupid things.

"

"With his cultivation level?" The young man cut the steak, and the sharp friction sound stirred in the hall, "What kind of cultivation level do you think he has?"

The garlic-nosed old man said truthfully, "Twenty-five years old, first-level divine warrior, fifth-level swordsman."

"You seem to know quite a lot," the young man said sideways and sarcastically, using a silver fork to put the cut Wellington steak into his mouth and chewing it gracefully.

"This..." The garlic-nosed old man finally understood what the young man meant and whispered, "What do you think, young master?"

"If I told you that this guy is dangerous, would you believe it?"

"Danger?" The old man with a garlic nose was startled.

The young man's eyes were not as bright as Luo Feng's, but every word he said was tit for tat.

"If I told you that when I passed by him just now, my bloodline felt fluctuations, would you believe it?"

"How is that possible?" This time it was the garlic-nosed old man's turn to change his expression. "You have a noble ancient bloodline. How many bloodlines can affect you?"

"Him!" The young man slapped his right palm on the table, and the knife and fork flew into the air. As the young man shot it out casually, the cold air from the sky rushed toward Luo Feng.

"Hmph!" Luo Feng sneered. At this moment, he finally understood why the Ji family bloodline felt agitated when he came into contact with this young man, and why he felt inexplicably angry.

Because...he is a descendant of the Ji family.

Luo Feng's body did not move, his head shook leisurely, and he easily and elegantly avoided the young man's attack without warning.

"Old man, take a closer look. Is the attack I just made that contained a trace of bloodline power capable of being avoided by a first-level divine warrior?"

The morning light on the horizon refracted outside the hotel, and the knife and fork shot from the lobby appeared on the lake a thousand meters away. At this time, the lake became a world of ice sheets, exuding a terrifying cold air.

The garlic-nosed old man was horrified, narrowed his eyes and looked at Luo Feng and said, "Who are you?"

"I told you, I was just passing by, and I don't have any ill intentions towards the old gentleman or your distinguished guests."

"It's not up to you to decide whether it's malicious or not. I'll have to give it a try to find out."

A terrifying aura spread out from the young man, and the garlic-nosed old man and others suddenly realized something.

He knew exactly what this aura represented, and even if he was deeply involved in it, he might not be able to bear it.

"Retreat!" The old man pulled his dazed grandson and shot out of the hall, but some people didn't react in time. The moment the corners of the young man's mouth rose, a breath swept across all directions.

A field enveloped an area of ​​500 meters in radius, and any living thing under the cold air was turned into an ice sculpture, and its vitality dried up in an instant.

"The Ji family's bloodline ability, absolute zero field!"

Under the frost that filled the sky, Luo Feng stood tall. Under the extreme cold, Luo Feng's skin was quickly covered with frost.

Even if Luo Feng wanted to use Qi to dispel it, it had little effect.

"Aren't you using your true strength?" The young man continued to eat the Wellington steak on the table, but the coldness in the field continued to soar.

"I have no enmity with you, why are you so vicious?" Luo Feng said coldly.

"Don't you think this is a stupid question?" The young man said elegantly, "This is the Northern Territory, and the weak will be slaughtered by others. Hurry up and use all your abilities to cause fluctuations in the bloodline of my Ji family.

, you are definitely not simple."

"What's your name?" Luo Feng suddenly raised his head, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This smile showed that Luo Feng was ready to kill the opponent.
Chapter completed!