It’s just that simple gathering is too short and some people who hate it, and those who shouldn’t come will still come.

Ling Feng was in front and Yu'er was in the back. Before he could walk far, Qingniu stopped moving without anyone stopping him.

This was indeed a cow with unique inspiration. He must have felt something was wrong in the surrounding space, so he suddenly stopped moving forward.

Sure enough, as soon as the green bull stopped, Ling Feng immediately felt an abnormal situation in the space. Then, there was a place with a blue and red light above the zenith, and the blue and red color became more and more intense.

Ling Feng looked at the blue and red ceiling direction, and he could feel the strong suppression force coming from that direction, as if he had a pair of special eyes staring at him from that direction.

That kind of power can make Ling Feng feel a sense of oppression. It should be that the Skywalker is here?

In Ling Feng's dantian, Jiang Shi'er, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly started to talk: "Hmph, you idiot, it's already very stupid to have sex with that fake Qingtuo Erjilang. I really didn't expect that at this critical moment, you actually threw away the bamboo pole he turned into and didn't bring it in. You are so stupid that you are so stupid!"

Jiang Shi'er was actually not wrong at all. If Ling Feng brought the bamboo pole that Qingtuo Erjilang transformed by his side at this moment, would he be afraid of the Skywalker who was about to land in the sky?

With Qingtuo Erjiro, Ling Feng will have the support. I understand that the Sky Walker like the other party may not be the opponent of Qingtuo Erjiro.

But Ling Feng has his own unique decision, so how could he be weak in Jiang Shier?

He said to Jiang Shi'er, "Bao, what are I afraid of? Qingtuo Erjilang is not here, isn't my big devil brother still there? Jiang Shi'er, you said, we are brothers. At this moment, won't you watch me suffer a loss and help me?"

Listening to Ling Feng's sudden intimacy, Jiang Shi'er was stunned and screamed in Ling Feng's dantian: "You have a problem with your brain. I'm just a ghost now and don't have enough power. If you want me to help you, please help me lift the sixth mantra ban. If I lift my sixth mantra ban, I will naturally be able to do my best to help you win back your face!"

There are only the last two mantras left in Jiang Shi'er's body. How could Ling Feng compromise at this time? Without waiting for the other party's thoughts to be conveyed, Ling Feng immediately released a bad idea to the other party: "Tsk! If you don't help, don't help. I don't believe that I have the Star Heaven Emperor Formation and the Killing Avenue. I can't deal with the other party. At most, I can escape from the Asimov tribe and go back to my true brothers!"

Ling Feng’s words mean that Qingtuo Erjilang is his real brother, and as for those who are like Jiang Shi'er, they are his fake brothers.

After saying that, Ling Feng pulled his thoughts back from his dantian and stopped talking to Jiang Shi'er.

It was at this moment that a man in a gorgeous dress appeared from the blue and red clouds and slowly landed more than ten feet across the blue cow.

When Qin Qiaoer saw this person landing, her face was obviously a little panicked. Her lips trembled slightly and she screamed at the other party: "Wenger...you are really here!"

Not only did Qin Qiaoer's vigilance immediately improved, but even Yu'er, who was hiding behind Ling Feng's clothes, grabbed Ling Feng's hands and grabbed Ling Feng's hands a little heavier, as if she was afraid that someone named Wenger would catch her eagle and chicks.

Asan, who had only half of his legs, still looked cold, serious and calm.

The other party looked at Ling Feng, held hands in his chest, and said with a look of not taking Ling Feng seriously: "Oh, my brother is right. An unknown outsider actually dares to ride a green bull into our tribe. Isn't this a mess?"

Before Ling Feng could speak, Yasang was holding a crutch and moved to the front with one foot, saying, "Wenger, don't worry about this. The green bull has not been included in the tribe yet. It is my private property. I asked him to ride this bull. How I receive him is my business!"

Listening to Azan saying this, Wenger suddenly became angry, with a serious expression, and shouted: "Rareless! It is obviously just a guest, but there are heaven, birds, earth and beasts to greet me. It is obviously just an ordinary hospitality, but you want to ride the divine rider that should be worshipped to me in the future. You are really ridiculous. I want to see, what kind of face does an unknown person in the outside world deserve to ride my divine rider?"

Wenger said, and in his right hand, he suddenly lifted the infinite ninth-level heavenly power and punched him in a straight line towards Yasang, Qin Qiaoer, and Ling Feng's position.

The force of the fist spread, and the void was blown out by the force from the fist. Looking at Wenger's move, he wanted to use his own strength to smash Yasang, Qin Qiaoer, and Ling Feng on the back of the green bull to vent his anger.

Although Ling Feng was a guest at this time, he was unwilling to see the Yasang family being embarrassed by Wenger for their sake. Therefore, before Yasang responded, Ling Feng had already jumped to the opposite side of Wenger, and also waved his fist against Wenger's fist.

"Senior, don't you have the Kui Niu Fist? You can smash this giant mountain with one punch?"

"It makes sense, but I forgot how to punch. I don't remember why my fist has such a great force. Can you remember me?"

"I understand. I know why your fists can smash the mountains that intercept in your heart, because those mountains come from the constraints and pressures that the entire world blesses you..."

"That is the pressure that the whole world brings blessing to all men."

"It is all men who have heaven and earth in their hearts who can turn their indomitable thoughts into the power to fight this heaven and earth."

"Remember, only when you look at the mountains in your heart can you realize the thickness of your fists, and only when you bear the depression of heaven and earth can you realize the difficulty of men!"...

What Ling Feng shot at this moment was the prehistoric divine fist taught to him by Emperor Manyang!

Wenger is a dignified Skywalker. His fist power must be strong enough, but how bad can the prehistoric divine fist originated from the teachings of Emperor Manyang?

"--Bang--"

The two fists collided, and the endless Taoist power immediately rushed into the bodies of each other.

Wenger frowned slightly, and Ling Feng's body was hit backwards by the power released by Wenger's fist.
Chapter completed!