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Chapter 165 183: The reason why the Linghu family is still standing
"Who am I? This question is really a bit idiotic. You two seem to be relatives of the guy below?"

Jiang Cheng glanced coldly at the two of He Zhangzhi, then smiled lightly and glanced at the five people who had become ice sculptures in the ice cave under their feet.

"What do you want? We are from the He family of Hufeng Mansion." He Zhangzhi glared at Jiang Cheng angrily, and said softly.

"Senior Jiang, please sell me a little bit." Linghu Feixiong took two steps forward, cupping his hands at Jiang Cheng, wanting to beg for mercy.

However, the next moment, there were two more chilling sounds of freezing frost.

Kaka-

Linghu Feixiong's expression froze slightly, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that He Zhangzhi and his wife Yue Shi had all been turned into ice sculptures. They were so dead that they didn't even have the right to struggle. His expression still retained the appearance of his life, as if he had died without even noticing the danger coming.

Seeing such a terrifying scene, Linghu Feixiong didn't even dare to get angry for a moment, all he had was fear, his scalp was numb, and his heart was chilling.

A group of elders of the Linghu family, including famous masters from other forces like Mu Turing, also felt the cold coming from the soles of their feet at this time. Standing in front of Jiang Cheng, it felt like they were shoulder to shoulder with the god of death, and there might be silence at any time. There is no danger of being killed without interest.

Some people couldn't help the calves of their legs trembling, their teeth chattered and made trembling sounds, and they looked at Jiang Cheng as if they were looking at a god, and they almost knelt down.

This silent method of turning people into ice sculptures of death is truly astonishing.

Even people like Wu Le, He Zhangzhi and others are genuine masters of the True Yuan Realm.

However, in front of Jiang Cheng, these people were as fragile as ants, and they were easily crushed to death.

Jiang Cheng's methods are beyond the comprehension of Linghu Feixiong and others. He can easily kill people invisible without any action, which is even more terrifying than the masters of the Gangyuan Realm.

But this is precisely the strength of monks.

A foundation-builder monk who is good at using the magic weapon flying sword flies into the sky and escapes from the ground. Even though the vigor in his body is only comparable to that of a warrior in the real yuan realm, his actual combat power is absolutely comparable to that of a warrior in the gang yuan realm.

Even an extreme cultivator like Wang Lin who was almost invincible during the foundation establishment period should not be treated with common sense.

"It's not my style to raise tigers to cause trouble. What did Patriarch Linghu want to say just now?" Jiang Cheng smiled, his light body floated down from the air, and his eyes fell on Linghu Feixiong.

His smiling but cold gaze immediately made Linghu Feixiong tremble, and he couldn't help but feel a kind of worry and fear, worrying whether he would also be silent and unaware, and be directly caught by the terrifying person in front of him. The youth turned into an ice sculpture.

At this moment, who can say that there is anything that the young man in front of him dare not do?
Even Linghu Feixiong and others have begun to firmly believe that the young man in front of them must be the reincarnation of an old monster.

"No, it's nothing. Just now, this junior just wanted to say, Senior Jiang, it is our Linghu Family's honor that you can practice in the Sword Cleansing Pond of our Linghu Family. Even if the Sword Cleansing Pond is damaged, it can be repaired. Senior, you practice Good is really good!"

Under Jiang Cheng's eyes, Linghu Feixiong quickly changed his words and said good things, and he didn't dare to say any words of intercession or dissatisfaction.

He can now see that the young man in front of him is a murderous devil, really like the style of the Blood Buddha Sect, if he dares to say a word, it will be a disaster for no reason.

Jiang Cheng looked at Linghu Feixiong with a satisfied smile, calculated the remaining time for the projection, and said, "Patriarch Linghu, you are indeed a hero who understands current affairs, and I am not an unreasonable person. Although the Sword Washing Pond was destroyed by me, Patriarch Linghu, you prevented me from cutting grass and roots yesterday, these two things."

"I really did something wrong with these two things."

Linghu Feixiong hurriedly apologized, and at the same time cupped his hands bitterly, "However, senior, you also need to understand the difficulties of this junior. Now that the two disciples of the Duanmu family and the Seven Killing Sect have left Duanyang City, senior, please don't bother me." Blame our Linghu family.

In order to make amends to the senior, the junior will prepare 1 yuan of Yuanjing later, as the senior's appearance fee for your attendance at the reception held by our Linghu family. "

"Patriarch!" Behind Linghu Feixiong, among the dozen or so elders of the Linghu family, several looked at Linghu Feixiong with shame and indignation.

This is both an apology and the feeling of being a grandson, which is really uncomfortable.

"Shut up, you don't thank senior for your tolerance and understanding!" Linghu Feixiong's complexion changed drastically. Seeing that Jiang Cheng's eyes turned cold again, he immediately yelled and turned around to drink violently.

"Thank you, Senior Jiang, for your tolerance and understanding!" Immediately, the already timid and shrewd elders stood up, bowed their heads to Jiang Cheng, and thanked him respectfully.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at a row of thanking members of the Linghu family, nodded and smiled slightly, "Yes, you are all very good, and it makes sense for the Linghu family to be able to stand up in Duanyang City."

Jiang Cheng chuckled, laughing so hard that Linghu Feixiong's heart shuddered.

"Linghu Feixiong, I'll give you 3 minutes to send me the compensation right away. If it's overtime, I'll add another 1 yuan in crystals."

Jiang Cheng picked his fingers and said casually.

Linghu Feixiong and a group of clan elders almost fainted when they heard the words, two clan elders who were in charge of finances rushed to fetch Yuanjing like ants on a hot pot.

3 minute later.

Jiang Cheng made a random move, and immediately the half-foot-tall wooden box containing the Yuanjing floated up with his figure under the control of gravity.

The next moment, Jiang Cheng stepped on the void, and in the sight of Linghu Feixiong and other people who respected gods, his figure suddenly flew away like lightning.

Fly to escape!

This is the symbol of Gangyuan Realm.

However, Jiang Cheng didn't have a trace of power in his body, only the extremely cold spiritual power that made a group of people from the Linghu family terrified.

Jiang Cheng flew away in an instant, and it was a distance of tens of miles. After a full 5 minutes, he landed in a wild mountain hundreds of miles away.

He went deep into the wild mountains, found a mountain with excellent aura, and found a den of beasts.

With a casual glance, the extremely cold spiritual power easily froze a beast whose strength had reached the real energy level into an ice sculpture.

Jiang Cheng used the finger to refer to the sword and used the sword art. In less than half a minute, he expanded the entire animal den and built a simple cave, and then set up a protective formation outside the cave.

The formation formed by Wang Lin's strength, even if there is no good formation material, the defensive power of this formation is enough to withstand the continuous offensive of many real yuan warriors
(End of this chapter)