Cloud From Dragon, Wind From Tiger, Big Climax 10

.. "who are you?!"

Emperor Junwu was not suitable to speak at this time, so the one who spoke was King Mu, a close minister of Emperor Junwu.

Others can't recognize it, but Feng Wu recognized it at a glance.

These people, she had met when she was in Dongsang Country, were all the people who were with Prince Yan Yu, but there were a lot of people at that time, but now, there are only nine people who came here.

It's just that these nine people almost crushed the people of the Junwu Empire...

This group of people is still riding on the giant beast, suspended in mid-air, looking down at the most honorable group of Junwu Empire, in their eyes, the most honorable group of Junwu Empire, but like ants, It was as if they could crush each other as soon as they stepped on their feet!

"Major General, what nonsense are you talking to them? Are these people all killed?" The people around the young man did not have the slightest concern about the feelings of the people on the ground, did not lower their voices at all, and made suggestions directly.

Major General? Feng Wu's eyes narrowed slightly, so this person is a major general in the Dayan Dynasty? With the son of Yan Yu?

"Which major general?" Feng Wu asked aloud.

"The major general of the Yi family." When the Qingjun youth saw Feng Wu's face clearly, he raised his brows slightly, and directly flirted with it: "The little girl looks good, can you be a match?"

So frivolous!

The phoenix dance is restrained, and her expression is condensed: "People from the Dayan Dynasty?"

General Yi waved his hand, and the mounts of him and the group behind him landed from mid-air to the ground, while General Yi turned over and got off the mount, walked towards Feng Wu with a smile, and finally stood in front of Feng Wu. Those big eyes were glowing with peach blossoms, and there was a smile of superiority on his face.

Feng Wu didn't like this condescending attitude very much, she said coldly: "Are you really from the Dayan Dynasty?"

"Yes." The Yi family boy stared at Feng Wu with a smile.

"Why?" Feng Wu asked directly.

"Well..." The Yi family boy wiped his chin and turned his head to look at the people around him, but he didn't have the kind of smile on his face when he saw Feng Wu. He looked cold and cruel, and his eyes were even more serious. A bloodthirsty cold glow.

The people he glanced at only felt chills in their hearts, and the cold air was flowing in their bodies... It felt that death was only an inch away from them.

"Naturally... it's time to harvest." The Yi family boy turned his head and looked at Feng Wu with a smile, "You grow barley, right? It's like the barley is ripe, come to harvest a wave, what does that mean?"

These words... Maybe ordinary people can't understand, but how can the upper-level people in the Junwu Empire not understand?

The so-called harvest of the Dayan Dynasty is not the harvest of wheat, what they want to harvest... Naturally, it is the head.

The Yi family boy did not look at Feng Wu anymore, but walked in front of Emperor Junwu.

He stared at Emperor Junwu with cold and arrogant eyes, and said with a sneer: "Looking at this costume, your Excellency is the king of this small kingdom of Junwu?"

Suddenly, from the emperor of the Junwu Empire, he was reduced to the king of the small kingdom of Junwu... The depression in Emperor Junwu's heart can be imagined.

However, the coercion released by the other party is too strong, and the obvious threat means that everyone understands.

At this moment, many strong men have already flown by Emperor Jun Wu to protect him.

Usually these powerhouses are hidden in the dark, but now they are all showing up.

Feng Wu glanced at it and found that Emperor Junwu still had some family background. There were seven spiritual saints gathered around him, and they were not low in level.