Yang Feng gave Baihu a blank look and said, "When you understand, the daylily will be cold."

Hearing words.

The white tiger stopped talking.

He is afraid that as soon as he speaks, he will expose his shortcomings of insufficient IQ.

Yang Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense to Baihu, and he said lightly: "Go and call Ma Dong, Xuanwu and others over, and prepare for a sworn ceremony to summon the entire East China Sea!"

"Isn't this Feng family unwilling to send the Lord of the King of Hell here? It doesn't matter. If you don't send it here, I will go over to ask for someone in person! If you say you beat the Feng family, you will beat the Feng family, but I will never break my promise!"

"Yes, I'll prepare immediately!"

Baihu left without any nonsense immediately without saying anything.

soon.

Ma Dong, Xuanwu and others gathered at Wuzong's martial arts performance venue.

at the same time.

Hundreds of thousands of disciples of Wuzong!

One hundred thousand employees of Donghai Security Company!

One hundred thousand death legion!

A total of 300,000 troops!

He stood on the martial arts field like a dense crowd, covering the sky and the sun.

They all held their heads and chests up, and their bodies exuded a powerful killing aura!

After several battles.

Each of them transforms in blood and fire.

They are real warriors!

Yang Feng glanced at everyone.

Everyone looked at Yang Feng with fanatical admiration.

Everyone has seen Yang Feng’s strength.

Whether it is the Ghost Gate or the Hall of Hell.

At Yang Feng's feet, they were all completely wiped out!

Yang Feng conquered everyone with his own strength.

In everyone's eyes.

Yang Feng is not a human being.

But a god!

A god of war!

Looking at the 300,000 people looking at him.

Yang Feng suddenly felt excited.

This is the Iron City East China Sea created by oneself!

Thinking back to the time when Yang Feng first came to Donghai.

But it's just a son-in-law who everyone despises.

No identity!

No status!
Chapter completed!