Immortal Emperor Returns

On the top of the mountain, there is a gazebo. There is a stone table and a few stone benches. There is an old man sitting on the stone bench. He squints his eyes, raises Erlang's legs, and shakes leisurely.

"Brother Feng, is that old man Mo Yunhai?"

The eyes of Shan Tianya soon followed the old man who fell into the pavilion.

His strength is limited. Even if he wears a telescope, he can't clearly see the old man in the gazebo, but can only feel that he is an old man.

"It's him." Feng Wenyuan nodded.

Time passed by every minute, and more powerful ones came one after another.

Finally, today's first grandmaster arrived.

"It has been known for a long time that this peak showdown will surely attract countless strong men at home and abroad to come and watch, and many of them are the strong masters.

"The first guru is here. Next, there will surely be more gurues coming."

Feng Wenyuan felt a strong breath after another, and one of them was so powerful that he felt dangerous.

He knew that such a master of breath must be a great master, and his gaze looked toward the position on the top of the mountain.

"A guru has come, where is it? Is that the one?"

Shan Tianya glanced back and forth, and finally set his sights on a middle-aged person who had just walked in.

Within the range of sight around, only such a middle-aged person had just approached him, and he subconsciously regarded this person as a strong master.

"Just because he deserves to be called a guru? But it's just a little garbage inside."

Feng Wenyuan dismissed, and his sight continued to fall on the position of the gazebo on the mountain.

"Not him? Who is that?"

Shan Tianya's doubtful lingering there, subconsciously followed the position of the pavilion on the mountain.

After a while, a figure floating into the gazebo was finally captured.

"The Shonan Chen family, Chen Yonghe."

Feng Wenyuan murmured to himself, with a cold hostility in his eyes.

"Chen Yonghe? One of the top ten martial art families in southern Hunan, the ancestor of the Chen family?"

Dan Tianya's stunned Zhang mouth, although he has not seen the ancestors of the Chen family, but has a reputation for the ancestors of the Chen family.

The old master of martial arts, strength and Father Feng are in the middle of each other.

"It's him." Feng Wenyuan nodded, and in his eyes, the cold hostility grew stronger.

"Brother Jiang, counting, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years."

"I didn't expect that more than ten plants were missing, and Brother Jiang's strength has improved a lot."

"Ten years ago, I thought I could make a few moves under Brother Jiang, but now I am afraid that I will lose without three moves."

Standing in the pavilion, Chen Yonghe can more clearly feel the powerful momentum of Mo Yunhai.

Most importantly, he felt a fear of death in Mo Yunhai, which was absolutely absent ten years ago.

"Brother Chen, you and I choose differently, and the gap naturally widens. In the past ten years, the old man has worked hard in the mountains.

"I'll defeat you now. With all my strength, I can do enough."

Mo Yunhai's faint Tao said that from beginning to end he carried a disdainful contempt.

"Ugh!"

Chen Yonghe didn't feel the slightest dissatisfaction. He knew Mo Yunhai. Since the other party said so, now he really can't even take the opponent's full blow.

"Ten years of hard work, now in the country, I am afraid that only the pervert of the Jingshi Mo family can qualify for a war with you." This continued with emotion.

I haven't seen it for ten years. He had originally imagined that the gap between himself and Mo Yunhai was getting closer, but the fact in front of him is indeed that the gap is getting wider. Now the gap between him and Mo Yunhai is enough. The world is different.

"He is not worthy of ink dyeing. The old man's coming out of the mountain this time is for the old things of the **** group. After the old man beheaded the boy today, he will kiss the Beijing teacher and be ashamed."

Ten years ago, he was defeated by Mo Yan, the old-fashioned disciple of the **** group, but when he returned ten years later, Mo Ran didn't care. His goal was to defeat the old thing of the **** group. Before shame.

He has this confidence that he has not experienced hardship in the mountains for ten years.

"hiss!"

Chen Yonghe couldn't help but took a sigh of air conditioning, just now he still greatly underestimated the opponent's current strength.

...

In the intensive care room of the Dong'an Military District Hospital of the Xiangnan Military Region, Zhang Wanrong has completely recovered, embracing Lin Feng and the two, looking out the window, talking and laughing.

"Lin Feng, do you know, I've scared you to death these days, but fortunately you're finally sober."

Quietly snuggling in Lin Feng's arms, Zhang Wanrong said with a dazed expression.

Since Lin Feng passed out of her coma, her heart has been tightly tied together. Fortunately, there was a sentence before Lin Feng was completely unconscious, and the result of the expert consultation made her relax slightly.

Now that the person has recovered, he can finally truly relax completely.

"You care about me so, how can I repay you?" Lin Feng laughed and laughed.

"This is your business, it depends on your sincerity." Zhang Wanrong raised her **** red lips, and the little woman's posture became stronger and stronger.

Like a dragonfly, Lin Feng touched those **** red lips with a touch. "Is that enough?"

Zhang Wanrong's shy lowered head, flushed flushed, was a happy look of satisfaction.

Lin Feng embraced Zhang Wanrong into her arms more forcefully, while looking towards the direction of Danqiuling outside the window:

"Mo Yunhai, today is the time of the three-day appointment. It's time, but the grudges between you and me."

"In three days, enough powerful people at home and abroad came to hear the news. I believe that today's Danqiuling must be extremely lively."

"Today, I shall behead you to alert the world."

Lin Feng was talking to himself, and the whole person began to become extremely cold, and the thick murderous spread out.

Until now, he still has a lot of fear in his heart. He can't imagine what to do if Zhang Wanrong's condition is so serious that he can't even rescue him.

The three days left are to release news and let more powerful people come, not only domestically, but also with foreign strong ones. He had to cut Mo Yunhai in public in order to have the greatest deterrent effect. He had to ensure that no one would dare to pay attention to his woman in the future.

"Wan Rong, wait for me to come back." Withdrawing his thoughts, Lin Feng said hello and would leave.

"Lin Feng, what are you doing? Don't leave me, I'm afraid." Zhang Wanrong said excitedly and nervously.

Lying on the bed during this time, she was really scared. Only when she saw Lin Feng staying by her side would she feel solid.

She was very afraid. After Lin Feng left, she didn't know how long it would take to return. Will she be like this time again? It will take half a year to leave without any news.

"Don't worry, I'm just going out to do something. I'll be here as soon as I can finish it."

Lin Feng comforted softly, with a pair of arms holding Zhang Wanrong into her arms even harder.

Zhang Wanrong asked, "What is it?"

"It's just a small matter, the school thing. Some days I didn't go to school, so I need to go back and deal with it." Lin Feng didn't want to worry the girl, and he made up a reason.

"Really?"

"I swear."

"Okay!" Zhang Wanrong nodded heavily, and then her nervous expression eased.

"I'm gone, wait for me to come back." Lin Feng touched the **** red lips, and turned away.