Fighting the Martial Universe

Mo Qianfan was extremely angry and said: "Boy? Do you dare to humiliate me? What strength do you have for the invitation you grabbed?"

However, Zhang Mofan's face remained calm, instead he said, "Do you know why Qinghuo is the holy sage, why can he become the youngest titled sacred in this and ancient age?"

Mo Qianfan didn't understand why Zhang Mofan deliberately broke the topic, and said coldly: "Boy, don't talk about it."

"Then do you know?"

Zhang Mofan continued to ask.

"why?"

Mo Qianfan gritted his teeth and asked.

"Because he never nosy."

Zhang Mofan smiled faintly.

This Mo Qianfan made him feel funny. How did he get the invitation letter and what did he do with him?

Mo Qianfan once again felt that the other party was humiliating himself, and said: "What a slick kid, you can't die."

boom!

A powerful breath radiated from him, and Zhang Mofan flew upside down in shock.

Zhang Mofan could feel that the other party's cultivation was at the level of entering the Saint High Realm, and that he should have taken a lot of ancient sacred fruit.

However, Zhang Mofan didn't care very much. It was enough to provoke the opponent.

Sure enough, the elder in the distance, seeing this movement, immediately looked over.

As for Zhang Feng, he also cast his gaze over, and said in surprise: "It's Xiaofan."

Immediately, he rushed over and said anxiously: "Xiao Fan, why didn't you tell me when you came?"

"You have too many people from the Soul Sword Clan, and I don't know who I will call to inform you."

Zhang Mofan smiled helplessly.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Feng asked.

"Then you can ask him."

Zhang Mofan pointed to the demon.

Mo Qianfan snorted coldly and said: "Zhang Feng, this kid humiliates me, I naturally want to take action to teach him, who is he?"

"He is my son, how did he humiliate you? I seem to see you bully my son by relying on your strength?"

Zhang Fengdao.

He also heard that Xiao Fan could not enter the holy.

"son?"

After hearing this, everyone was shocked. How could this Zhang Feng have a son? Moreover, this son seems to be in his twenties, right?

At this time, someone explained that this Zhang Mofan was Zhang Feng's adopted son, but an adopted son, everyone understood.

"Xiao Fan, tell me what happened."

Zhang Feng didn't want his son to be bullied under his nose. Now, he is the young patriarch of the Sword Soul clan, and his cultivation is in the late stage of Sainthood, and he has the strength to protect his son.

Zhang Mofan told Zhang Feng what had just happened.

After hearing this, Zhang Feng also showed an angry expression on his face, saying: "My son's invitation letter was given by me. What does it have to do with you? It seems that my wedding is not suitable for you, please leave."

Mo Qianfan said with a smile: "Zhang Feng, you don't have to be like this, right? We are old friends, so why are we chasing away guests now? What's more, your son is not injured."

Where did he want to get it, a maotou boy is actually Zhang Feng's adopted son.

He came here just to watch a good show. If he was expelled, he would not see the good show.

Zhang Feng didn't want to listen to Mo Qianfan's nonsense, and became a little impatient. He stretched out a palm and slapped it directly at Mo Qianfan.

Mo Qianfan's face changed slightly, and he immediately backed away, trying to dodge.

However, Zhang Feng's outstretched palm contained the ultimate mystery, like a big hand covering the sky, becoming boundless, no matter how much Mo Qianfan dodges, he can't escape.

Mo Qianfan could only hit it with one punch, but between the collisions, his whole person also retreated.

Zhang Feng retracted the offensive and said: "Today is my wedding banquet. I don't want to do it with you. Xiao Fan is my son. No one can bully him. If you dare to bully Xiao Fan in front of me, I will ask you to settle the account sooner or later. of."

When everyone saw this scene, they were secretly surprised that this Zhang Feng was able to suppress the Young Palace Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace to death.

Mo Qianfan was angry and wanted to make a move, so he was dragged by the black pupil, and said: "Young Palace Master, it is not suitable to do it with him now, let's retreat temporarily."

"Zhang Feng, today is your big wedding. If I defeat you, it would be too shameful for you. I will ask you to settle the bill and leave."

Mo Qianfan arched his hands and left with his black pupils. However, the corners of his mouth were curved.

Zhang Mofan was very moved when he saw this scene. He recalled the scene when Zhang Feng protected himself when he was a child. His father would always be a great way to protect himself from the wind and rain.

Zhang Feng took Zhang Mofan's hand and went directly to the front of the attic, saying: "Everyone, you should all know that I was lost out of the clan since I was a child, and I was a Hui nationality only a few years ago. He was the one I raised in the Holy Land of Dongzhou. Child."

For a moment, all the big figures of the first-class family cast their eyes on Zhang Mofan, but only after a few glances, they took them back.

It's just a hairy boy, and people who are still in the sacred land of Dongzhou will basically not have much prospects.

If it weren't for Zhang Feng, I'm afraid this kid would never be here.

I have to say that this kid really has a good father.

As for Mu Xiaoman, looking at Zhang Mofan, his expression did not change, as if he did not know Zhang Mofan at all.

"Zhang Feng, don't let us look at your son. Let's hold the wedding soon."

A man sitting in the VIP seat said impatiently.

He is the young patriarch of Leihuo Clan, Yang Tianhao, and a genius student of Dynasty Academy.

"What's wrong with my son? If it weren't for my son, I wouldn't be able to get the inheritance of the Qinghuo holy. My son is the closest to me."

Zhang Feng responded coldly.

Yang Tianhao's face changed slightly, but he did not expect that Zhang Feng would actually attack him for his son.

Others also felt strange, this kid, no matter what, should be regarded as a junior, or a person from the Holy Land of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, completely insignificant.

"Young patriarch~www.wuxiaspot.com~ time is almost up, we are about to start the wedding."

Elder Jian Fengchen reminded.

Zhang Feng nodded and said, "Xiao Fan, just sit over there and watch the wedding."

Zhang Mofan turned around and was about to walk over. After a while, he said: "Father, I have carefully prepared two gifts for you, and I wish you every success."

"Oh? Gift? What gift did you prepare for me?"

Zhang Feng was also very excited and wanted to know what kind of gift Zhang Mofan would prepare for him.

As for the martial artists around, they all shook their heads. What kind of presents can someone from the Holy Land of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty prepare?

I'm afraid, taking it out will only make people laugh.

The gift presented by anyone present was enough to make Zhang Mofan's gift dim.

This kid really has a face to send gifts in front of everyone.