The personal soldier of the beautiful president

"stop!"

Just when Qin Feng was about to strike Wu Zhendong with his sword, a loud shout echoed from the third floor of VIPs.

The breath is strong, containing the prestige of a master.

Like thunder, rolling past.

Many warriors and wealthy people in the lobby were all stunned by this loud shout, feeling quite enlightened.

A middle-aged man in a formal suit with meticulously combed hair and a serious expression appeared from a private room on the third floor of the VIP room.

His eyes were like torches, like a king on patrol, staring at the ring.

The whole body is majestic, like a surging river, boundless and mighty.

This is another great master at the prefecture level, a master who is much more powerful than Wu Zhendong.

The tip of Qing Luo Sword hovered in the air, only an inch away from Wu Zhendong's neck artery.

The cold sword energy made Wu Zhendong stiff for an instant, not daring to move, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

Qin Feng turned his head slightly, looked at the middle-aged man on the third floor of the VIP, raised his eyebrows, and said slowly: "Who are you?"

"Huashan Tianzong Ling Zhiyan."

The middle-aged man raised his chin slightly, and his expression showed a haughty attitude, and the superior temperament was clearly visible.

"Huashan Tianzong Ling Zhiyan? Fuck... This big guy actually came in person?"

"The face of this Wenren family is too big..."

……

When the martial artists below heard the middle-aged man's self-introduction, they were immediately blown up.

Exclamations were heard.

Ling Zhiyan, the younger brother of Jianyue Chengfeng, the suzerain of Tianzong in Huashan Mountain, is a master with extraordinary strength, a master at the peak of the prefectural level, and a top ten strong man in the prefecture list.

This is the most powerful boss besides the Heavenly Martial Venerable. It is rumored that within ten years, he will break through the shackles and become the tenth Martial Venerable.

Li Shaobai and Qin Ruozhi are nothing compared to him.

"You want to save him?"

Qin Feng's face was as usual, and he didn't react too much when he heard the other party's self-introduction. On the contrary, there was a hint of meaningful sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Huashan Tianzong Ling Zhiyan?

Sorry, he hadn't heard of it.

He has just returned to China not long ago, so he doesn't understand the domestic market.

Ling Zhiyan was taken aback.

He was surprised by the other party's reaction.

When the other party sees him and hears his name, shouldn't he apologize immediately?
this kid...

Doesn't seem to take him seriously? !
Ling Zhiyan frowned, his face was as gloomy as water, he felt that he was belittled and insulted.

"Boy, you have to forgive others and forgive others. Don't go too far in everything."

Ling Zhiyan suppressed his anger and said in a low voice.

Although they were far apart, Qin Feng could still hear them clearly.

Qin Feng pondered for a while, and asked back: "If the sword is pointed at me now, would you say the same?"

"..."

Ling Zhiyan didn't expect the other party to ask this question, so he was at a loss for words.

He could lie and say he would.

But who is he?

He is Ling Zhiyan, No. 1 under the Heavenly Martial Sovereign, is it necessary for him to lie?
He didn't bother to do that at all.

He simply didn't pay attention to a little master who had just stepped into the realm of the prefecture level.

"will not."

After a short silence, Ling Zhiyan replied in a deep voice.

The attitude is arrogant and seems to be taken for granted.

Wu Zhendong had a little friendship with him, so he came to the rescue. You are a little grandmaster, what are you?Even if he died by the side of the road, it had nothing to do with him.

"Well, you are very honest." Ling Zhiyan's frankness surprised Qin Feng a little.

Did he think the other party would pretend to admit it?
"Boy, you talk too much."

Ling Zhiyan frowned, showing displeasure.

The boy's tone made him very uncomfortable, and he was not respectful.

"Move the sword away, you win this round."

Ling Zhiyan said again.

There is a tone of charity and command between the words.

What do you mean you win?
After Qin Feng heard this, his mood suddenly became bad.

He was the one who won this round, okay?How did it look like the other party gave them alms?
And, what's your tone?command?
"Ling Zhiyan, right? Why do you think I should let him go? He just wanted to kill me..."

Qin Feng didn't obediently obey, instead he straightened his long sword forward, and the sharp tip of the sword drew a bloodstain on Wu Zhendong's neck, "Killers, people always kill, you have heard of this truth ?"

Only a little bit, Wu Zhendong's main artery could be severed.

Wu Zhendong tried his best to raise his neck and hold his breath, for fear that if he breathed too hard, the main artery would be drawn on the sword by himself, and that would be a tragedy.

"Boy, you are challenging my patience!"

Ling Zhiyan's brows frowned even tighter, and a murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

How dare this kid defy him one after another?

Simply dead.

"I'm going to give you two choices now. One, let him go and I'll let him go. Two, kill him, and then I'll make life worse than death... I'll give you five seconds to think about it."

Ling Zhiyan's flat tone implied the terrifying coercion before the storm.

"Are you threatening me?"

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice.

"Threatening you? No... You are not qualified for me to threaten you. Three seconds have passed." Ling Zhiyan sneered.

He didn't regard Qin Feng as an opponent at all.

As for threats?

Ha ha……

Is it necessary for him, a great master at the peak of the prefecture level, to threaten a young master who has just stepped into the realm of prefecture level?

It's not necessary at all.

He was just stating a fact.

"It's time, boy, you..."

puff!
Just halfway through Ling Zhiyan's words, the sword in Qin Feng's hand suddenly moved forward, piercing Wu Zhendong's main artery so straight...

Blood spurted out like a fountain.

Qin Feng reacted quickly, drew his sword back in time, and was not sprayed with blood.

goooo...

Wu Zhendong clutched his bloody neck weakly, and stared at Qin Feng viciously with his resentful eyes, trying to say something, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out of his throat.

He couldn't say a word.

A generation of grandmasters just fell away.

"Sect Master..."

"Master..."

……

Somewhere in the lobby, a dozen or so men and women suddenly stood up and shouted towards the arena with mournful voices.

They are the elite disciples of Liuhemen.

"You bastard, you are courting death!"

Ling Zhiyan was furious, this Zhu Zi, dared to ignore his warning and really killed Wu Zhendong.

It's really disgusting.

Ling Zhiyan wished he could kill that kid on the spot.

However, he insisted on enduring it.

His identity and status made him scruples.

On the stage, life and death matter.

Strictly speaking, there was no one to blame for Wu Zhendong's death.

He Ling Zhiyan represented Huashan Tianzong's face this time. If he went to the stage to kill that kid, he would inevitably be given a bad reputation of bullying and disregarding black and white.

Sometimes, the taller a person is, the more constraints they have, and the less they can do what they want, this is the case with Ling Zhiyan.

"Uncle, the disciples will meet him."

A handsome young man who had been standing behind Ling Zhiyan suddenly spoke.

He is the chief disciple of Huashan Tianzong, Ye Xiang, No. 1 of the younger generation of Huashan Tianzong, the future heir of Huashan Tianzong, although his reputation is not as famous as Li Shaobai, but his strength is almost the same as Li Shaobai.

It's just that he is relatively low-key, and usually spends most of his time in retreat and practice, rarely showing his face.