Reborn group pet, the boss begs for forgiveness

All kinds of questions came to his mind, making the heir of Fenglai Pavilion feel confused and bewildered. However, the situation before him did not allow him to think too much. The battle had entered a white-hot stage, and every confrontation between Ling Feng and the mysterious man was full of thrills and excitement.

The heir of Fenglai Pavilion was extremely anxious. He knew that this battle was of great importance and Ling Feng must not make any mistakes. Therefore, he secretly made up his mind to find a way to help Ling Feng defeat this powerful enemy.

Seeing this, Zhan Xingjue asked the heir of Fenglai Pavilion softly, "Do you recognize that person?" The heir of Fenglai Pavilion nodded slightly and replied in a low voice, "This person is my senior brother Ling Feng. I never expected that he would also step into the realm of God. Judging from his appearance, I'm afraid he has encountered a strong enemy."

Zhan Xingjue frowned slightly, thinking to himself: "Oh no, things seem to be getting more confusing and complicated." Just as he was lost in thought, Ling Feng suddenly let out a deafening roar. At the same time, the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and rushed towards the opponent like a meteor across the night sky.

However, what was unexpected was that the opponent easily dodged this extremely fierce attack by leaning sideways. Then, the opponent kicked Ling Feng's chest fiercely. Ling Feng groaned, and his body involuntarily stepped back several steps, with a streak of bright red blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

“Hmph! Even if your Fenglai Pavilion is extremely powerful, you still have no chance of winning against God Mo.” Lei Yin said coldly.

"Uh...that, I...we didn't actually say anything. We were just making a bet." Seeing that the situation was not good, the follower from Fenglai Pavilion immediately stammered and tried to explain.

"Didn't we agree that no one can defeat us in the realm of God?" Lei Yin's eyes widened, his face full of resentment and anger. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he would explode at any time. "Mo Shen?" These two words exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, making the already tense atmosphere even more depressing.

Hearing this name, Zhan Xingjue and the heir of Fenglai Pavilion looked at each other at the same time, and a trace of astonishment flashed in their eyes. Obviously, they had also heard of this legendary figure. "So that's why Ling Feng was injured..." The heir of Fenglai Pavilion frowned and muttered to himself in a low voice. His expression became more and more serious, as if he realized the seriousness of the situation.

At this moment, the whole scene fell into a dead silence, as if time had stopped flowing. Everyone held their breath, not daring to make any sound, for fear of breaking this strange atmosphere. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, making people feel suffocated. Everyone's eyes were focused on Lei Yin, waiting for his next move.

Ling Feng gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his body, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He took a deep breath, held the sword tightly in his hands, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and swung the sword again, slashing forward fiercely, launching a round of fierce attack.

However, facing the terrifyingly powerful strength of Mo Shen, Ling Feng's attack seemed so pale and powerless! Mo Shen's figure was like a ghost, flexibly flashing in the air with an extremely strange rhythm and speed. She easily avoided Ling Feng's sharp sword beams, and occasionally even saw the flaws in Ling Feng's moves and counterattacked one or two moves, catching Ling Feng off guard and making him embarrassed!

Seeing Ling Feng gradually losing the upper hand in the fierce battle with Mo Shen, Zhan Xingjue and the heir of Fenglai Pavilion who were watching the battle became solemn. The two looked at each other and instantly understood what the other was thinking.

Without the slightest hesitation, they immediately mobilized the true energy in their bodies and displayed their unique body skills. Like lightning, they rushed towards Mo Shen from both the left and right directions at the same time and launched an extremely ferocious attack on him!

In an instant, three people surrounded one person, swords flashed, palm winds whistled on the battlefield, it was so lively!

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Seeing this scene, everyone present was dumbfounded, their mouths opened wide, as if they could fit an egg in. They stared at everything that happened in front of them with eyes wide open, their faces full of astonishment and disbelief. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the whole scene became unusually quiet. No one dared to make a sound, for fear of breaking this strange silence.

After a long time, someone finally broke the silence. "Aren't you here to declare war?" The person who spoke was Lei Yin. His voice was icy cold, like the chilly wind in winter, which made people shiver. His eyes were sharp and indifferent, fixed tightly on the front, revealing a strong questioning meaning. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of majesty and oppression.

"You, you really misunderstood! We from Fenglai Pavilion have just arrived here and don't know much about many of the rules." The descendants of Fenglai Pavilion explained anxiously.

However, their words did not stop the other party. Ling Feng shouted, "Want to run? Not that easy!" Before he finished speaking, he used his peerless lightness skills and blocked Mo Shen's way as fast as a flying bird.

Faced with Ling Feng's fierce attack, Mo Shen and others had to deal with it with all their strength. For a moment, the flashes of swords and sabers intersected, the palm wind and fist power overflowed, and the scene was extremely intense.

Although Ling Feng was somewhat unwilling, he also knew that this was not the time to show off. So, when the battle was over, Ling Feng clasped his fists to thank Zhan Xingjue: "Thank you for your help, Excellency."

"You're welcome. I just help others when I see injustice." Zhan Xingjue replied with a smile. His tone was relaxed, as if it was just a trivial matter.

"My dear brother, if you are free in the future, you are welcome to visit Fenglai Pavilion anytime. Let's drink wine and enjoy the beauty of the world together!" The heir of Fenglai Pavilion smiled and extended an enthusiastic invitation. "Sure, sure!" Zhan Xingjue nodded in response. In this way, a thrilling crisis was finally resolved.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the scene gradually eased, but Zhan Xingjue still had many questions in his mind. He turned to look at Ling Feng and asked curiously, "By the way, what happened between you two? Why were you so tense just now?"

After hearing this, Ling Feng's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile. He shook his head gently and replied calmly: "In fact, there is no grudge or hatred. It's just that we are reunited with old friends who haven't seen each other for many years, and we are excited."

After saying this, a barely perceptible cunning gleam flashed across Ling Feng's eyes.

Hearing these words, Zhan Xingjue seemed to be struck by lightning, and was completely stunned, with his mouth opened so wide that an egg could almost fit in. He stared at Ling Feng with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

For a moment, Zhan Xingjue didn't know how to respond to this strange and mysterious man in front of him.