Lao Throat's eyes narrowed, with a chilling expression, full of caution. He fought in the north and south throughout his life, and his footprints were left in the whole world. This was the first time, he felt oppressed.

Moreover, this man's youth almost made him feel a little unbelievable.

From the yellow and white sword aura, he knew that this was already the most powerful sword at the peak.

The previous contempt had disappeared at this moment. This man could at least be called a peerless master. What shocked the throat the most was that he had infinite potential. After each move, he seemed to become stronger and never ended.

This sword is already the sword of the supreme law of heaven!

Lao Xu's body became straight, just like the true gun in his hand, standing straight, and then the gun moved. This time, it was not Miyu's gun, but with a solemn expression, and he shot in with a shot.

This has already produced the power of innate energy, and returned to the original state. The air turbulence caused by a shot has already emerged from the dense rain just now. The pure white gun body has formed a solid body and turned red. The spearhead is scattered with sharp blades, which is almost invincible.

The swords and guns collided, and the swords blew up a strong wind, but the red gun body had already seeped in, extremely sharp. The powerful energy protected by Xiao Qiufeng had been opened, and a mouthful of bright red blood had sprayed out of his mouth.

She retreated for more than ten steps. Almost at this moment, everyone screamed, including Ding Meiting who retreated beside her. Even if this man was just a friend to her, she still had no choice but to care about him.

But Xiao Qiufeng stood there quietly. This was the first time he was injured. The old man's throat gun had indeed reached its peak, and it was even more powerful than the battlefield in Hong Kong Zoten on that day. With such a mad sword aura, he could still break through his protective true energy and deserve to be a master of the capital.

Blood stained his sleeves, radiating a charming brilliance under the scorching sun. Xiao Qiufeng put his hands casually on both sides of his legs, a breath that had never been before slowly flowing in his body.

After every battle with a master, he can always improve himself, but he seems to have never been injured over the years. The experience at this moment is a novel feeling, but that kind of power that is completely different from before does not rise from the dantian, but rises from the tendons and veins around his body.

They seem to have accumulated here a long time ago. ***** is just waiting for him to use it.

The moment the power surged, the wounded part in the body was healed. The moment Xiao Qiufeng looked up, his eyes were like a light that bloomed. Even Ding Benjun was a little startled when he saw that his eyes were shocked.

Lao Xu has not moved, although he has won this shot. But this young man seems to have not lost. Just like a spring silkworm cocoon, when he raised his head, the spring silkworm has turned into a butterfly and has a pair of beautiful wings. Senior Lao Xu, please forgive me for being rude again, you can accept a knife and try it!"

The knife had already taken shape, but Xiao Qiufeng had not moved at all. The Heart Knife was indeed the Heart Knife. He could already control the sword with his heart, and Lao Du was stunned when he saw this scene.

Not only because of the huge energy, but also because of this feeling, he is very familiar with it.

He was impatient and shouted, "Come on, stop talking nonsense."

This time, he moved first, and the gun in his hand swayed, six silver snowflakes had fallen, and they rushed forward, and the powerful force around them brought grass chips to fly. The strong wind swept all the debris, forming a foggy aerial environment. At this moment, the two people in the field seemed to have disappeared in this fog.**

Knife, so people only see the light of the knife.

In the fog, a panic scream came: "Martial Soul-----"

That's right. When Xiao Qiufeng was injured, he had already touched the martial spirit that the Xiao family's blood depended on. On the road of cultivation, he yearned for a step forward. This was no longer the innate qi. Just like Lao Hu's sixty years of practice, he broke through the realm of qi and returned to the essence.

The knife is formed, but the knife is not a knife. Even if the old throat has the strongest cultivation, it is impossible to stop it.

However, it was precisely because of this scream that Xiao Qiufeng recovered his spiritual consciousness from his sense of war and retracted his sword force. However, the people around him still felt the sound of landslides and cracks. The old throat Qi-powered gun had been cut off, and one arm had been dyed red.

When the fog receded, the old throat was already laughing excitedly. No one understood why he laughed, because he had already said something, no one could believe it: "Young man, I'm defeated!"

If he was defeated, he would actually lose. In the martial arts world, the throat gun, which could be called the leader, was defeated by this nameless little foot, and Ding Benjun stayed there.

Xiao Qiufeng smiled embarrassedly and said, "It's all the seniors who are old-throated. If this battle was really a life-and-death battle, maybe Qiufeng would have been dead long ago."

It is undeniable that before he touched the Soul of Martial Arts, the sharp shot could definitely make him fatal, but when the old man retreated, he needed an opponent, not a murderer. This is the real master.

Xiao Qiufeng couldn't do it. What he learned was the method of killing people. Compared with this old man, he was a little ashamed.

The old man said unhappily: "You are his descendant, and I will not be embarrassed if I lose. Xiaofeng, call me Boss. This trip to the southeast, my old man is not vain."

There are some things that need not be said, Xiao Qiufeng already knew that the old man had seen his identity because his father, Xiao Maifei, also possessed a rare vein body like the Wu Zhipo, which is rare in the ages.

"Brother Throat-----!"

Similar to such a master, this is what Xiao Qiufeng longs for. Although he doesn't care about the world, his influence is unattainable. Just this throat man, when some people deal with him, they will first think that the existence of this old man will be of great benefit to his future trip to Beijing.=

But Lao Hu didn't mind these things, and was very satisfied with Xiao Qiufeng's pleasure: "Yes, it's true that he is a descendant of the Xiao family. My Lao Hu was very relieved. Xiao Feng, let's have a drink today. When you come to Beijing, we will drink it with pain."

Of course, Xiao Qiufeng nodded, and Lao Du had already walked to Hao Pang Bingquan and said lightly: "Bingquan, I owe a favor to the Pang family that day. After today's battle, I will never owe you Pang family again. You go, take care of yourself!"

At this time, the heavy pressure given to him by the members of the Divine Soldiers Team was relieved. Pang Bingquan's trembling body relaxed a lot. He took a few breaths and didn't even say a word. After looking at Xiao Qiufeng, he had already left in a hurry. At this moment, he already knew that this man was not something he could deal with.

"Husband------" The excited Liu Yanyue had already rushed up, and her delicate and fragrant body had already been thrown into Xiao Qiufeng's arms, hugging her very tightly.

"Brother-in-law-----"

"Brother-in-law Xiao------"

"Xiaofeng-----------"

Everyone gave care to this man without any concealment. To these little women, he was no longer a dark horse prince, but a hero.

Xiao Yuanhe also came over and said, "Okay, okay, haven't you heard that this brother wants to have a few drinks with Xiaofeng? Wife, why don't you go and make some wine dishes?"

Tian Fu nodded, and at this moment, she was very happy.

However, Ding Benjun and Ding Meiting and his daughter ignored them. Everyone had neglected them by the joy of victory.

"Grandpa, let's go, I'll go back to Beijing with you!" Since there is no hope here, Ding Meiting doesn't want to make her feel sad. What makes her sad is not that the man is indifferent to her, but that the two are obviously facing each other, but their hearts are apart.

Ding Benjun slowly stood up and turned around without even saying hello. Of course, he knew that because of his previous attitude, this merchant home no longer welcomed them.

Yunmei didn't speak either, but just carefully guarded her daughter who looked a little dazed. She looked back at the family hugging each other and was a little suspicious whether she had really done something wrong in this matter.

This is not only what she is thinking about, but even Ding Benjun is also thinking about this question.

"Aunt, I have been nostalgic about your delicacy. Today I am going to disturb you." Feng Xi did not leave. Although she was a little rash, deep down, she also longed to share the happiness after success with this man.

Leng Feng from Fengzheng Group's Financial Department also called, and most of the 300 billion yuan invested by Lin Beimin was swept away. If it weren't for the old fox's feeling something was wrong and the sudden recycling would have been wiped out.

No matter what, in this battle, the Xiao family finally got out of difficulties, and Liu Yanyue couldn't help but laugh at her little sister: "Xiaohong, do you know that your dowry has been ten times more. If you like a man, he is lucky and you can get 50 billion in vain."

"Wow, Honghong, you are, you are a rich woman!"

"It would be great if I were a boy. I would definitely pursue Honghong with a stern face and must chase her until I chase her!"

In an excited and happy atmosphere, any jokes can be done without passing through the brain.

Liu Yanhong was so embarrassed that she chased her sister and played. Yinling's laughter spread throughout the entire Xiao family manor for a moment.
Chapter completed!