"Who are you? Are you going to start a war with my Zhang family?!"

A guard stood up to his fear and said with a harsh and timid voice.

However, Yue Feng ignored the other party and looked at the side.

At the end of the street, a huge team appeared.

Twelve martial guards were wearing black suits, holding Park Swords, and walked in front of the way.

The cold eyes and the cold aura made people feel as if they saw a sea of ​​corpses and blood at first glance.

This is an elite soldier who has seen blood!

In the center of the Wuwei, a brown-red carriage was tightly guarded.

A man who looked like an iron tower held a horse whip in his hand and acted as a coachman.

His muscles were ligated, and his blood vessels were entrenched like dragons.

He was just sitting there, but his body exuded a terrifying aura like a mountain, full of oppression.

Next to the great man, there was a middle-aged man wearing a white Confucian robe.

The man in Confucian robe has a handsome appearance and elegant temperament. He has a faint gentle smile on his face, which makes people feel very fond of it at first glance.

He held a white ink and paper umbrella in his hand, and he looked like a Confucian student, which was particularly incompatible with the surrounding environment.

The convoy stopped on the street in front of Zhangjiajia and did not wait for the Zhangjiajiaguard to react.

The fierce man at the door walked towards the carriage with a bright silver spear.

"My subordinate Yue Feng, please see the Lord!"

"We will meet with the Lord!"

Behind Yue Feng, a group of martial guards dismounted and knelt on one knee. The knife in their hands was as simple as a forest, and the handle of the knife suddenly made a neat and muffled sound.

The deafening roared in unison, as if an angry dragon rushed into the sky, shocking the surroundings!
Chapter completed!