Volume 7 Chapter 1253 Bringing It to Your Door

shhhhh!

In a gloomy forest, Zhuo Fan waited for a long time at the designated place, and suddenly two voices broke out. Li Jingtian and Qiu Yanhai took Chu Qingcheng to appear in front of Zhuo Fan, and respectfully said: "Butler Zhuo!"

"Don't be too polite!"

He waved his hand hastily, and Zhuo Fan didn't look at them, but turned to look at Chu Qingcheng, who was already lonely. He understood her feelings, and after pondering slightly, he said with relief: "Qingcheng, this is the case, you just Don't be sad, it's all over!"

Looking at him with red eyes, Chu Qingcheng suddenly felt aggrieved in his heart, and threw himself into Zhuo Fan's arms, his eyes were already wet: "Zhuo Fan, I have no relatives now, I have no father or mother, and now the master has become a clan annihilation again. Murderer, I...I..."

"Okay, don't be sad, isn't it still me!"

Gently patted her back, Zhuo Fan breathed a long sigh of relief and comforted: "That old aunt is hypocritical, you can see the truth, it is a good thing to leave her. I will do my best to deal with her in the future. How about helping you achieve it?"

For a moment, Chu Qingcheng hesitated, but did not speak.

Knowing what she was thinking, even if Emperor Yan had no good intentions towards her, it would be impossible for her to draw a clear line in one breath because of the kindness of upbringing and the love between teachers and apprentices for hundreds of years.

However, Zhuo Fan has already achieved his goal by breaking the relationship between their master and apprentice. In the past, because of Chu Qingcheng's current relationship with Yan Huang, Zhuo Fan's actions were constrained, but from this moment on, he no longer had this concern.

After that, even if Zhuo Fan killed the old woman, although Chu Qingcheng did not support it, he would not object.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Fan patted Chu Qingcheng's back again, then handed her over to Li Jingtian and the others, and comforted: "You should follow them to our Luo family now, lest the boy surnamed Meng find out and forcibly take you away. Bring back."

Nodding slightly, Chu Qingcheng was silent, but obedient. After all, Zhuo Fan is now her only support.

"You must escort Miss Chu back safely, make no mistake!"

"Yes!"

Finally, he warned Li Jingtian and the two of them, and they bowed and bowed again, gently lifted Chu Qingcheng's arm, and with a swoosh, they disappeared instantly and left here.

Watching their distant backs gradually disappear, Zhuo Fan's mouth crossed a satisfied smile.

A quarter of an hour later, a stream of light flashed across the sky. Meng Xiaofeng searched for traces of spiritual pressure, gritted his teeth, and was full of anger: "Damn bastard, deliberately going around in circles, trying to confuse this son. Hmph, this son will not be fooled, he must be I'll catch you all, smash your corpses into tens of thousands of pieces, and then take back the city!"

Swish!

However, as he murmured and walked all the way, a black shadow flashed past and immediately stopped in front of him. His body slammed, stopped, and looked around, but saw that the man was none other than Zhuo Fan, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Master Saint, where are you going?" Zhuo Fan clenched his fists respectfully and smiled.

His face was shaking violently, Meng Xiaofeng scolded loudly: "You bastard, get out of the way, it's none of your business!"

"It is within my equal measure to serve the sage sage. Sir, might as well tell me what is the most important thing, maybe I can help you?"

"This young master is a saint, the whole sanctuary is calling for wind and rain, do you still need your help? Get out of the way, or I'll be rude. Don't think that you can hold your head in front of Lao Tzu by holding a little handle on us. Lao Tzu Although it won't necessarily kill you, there are many ways to make your life worse than death!"

"Oh, that's it, then I really want to see it, open my eyes, hehehe..." With a wicked smile, Zhuo Fan sneered at the corners of his mouth, and put his arms around him, so he stood in the air so calmly, blocking the Hold him and don't let him pass.

His brows were trembling fiercely, and Meng Xiaofeng was so angry that his veins jumped: "Okay, this is what you asked for. You don't eat or drink for a toast, you're courting death, hum!"

call!

As soon as the voice fell, the wind was surging. Meng Xiaofeng's body shook violently, and the mighty sage's aura was like a towering mountain, pressing hard on Zhuo Fan. That terrifying coercion, even the heavens and the earth trembled, and when an ordinary imperial master touched it, his tendons would be broken, and the inner palace could not be seriously injured.

However, Zhuo Fan still stood there quietly, with a calm smile always on his face. A black gas flowed like a vortex on his body, and the heavy pressure of the saint dissipated instantly, as if it had been absorbed.

"How... how is it possible?"

The pupils could not stop shrinking fiercely, Meng Xiaofeng was shocked: "A mere ant can actually... Hey, aren't you in the Qi Gathering state? How can you fly in the air?"

With a wicked laugh, Zhuo Fan no longer concealed it, and said leisurely: "If it really gathers Qi, let alone flying in the sky, even your half-power can't stop it, let alone the pressure of the top of Mount Tai just now. , I have already been smashed to pieces, how can I still have my life to talk to you here, hehehe..."

"You... have been hiding your strength?"

When he finally came to a realization, Meng Xiaofeng couldn't help being surprised, and his face gradually became solemn: "Then what kind of cultivation are you?"

"It's easy to say, the peak of the emperor's rank!"

"Humph, it turns out that, although it is not low, but in front of this young master, it is still not enough to see!"

Hearing this, Meng Xiaofeng felt a lot more relaxed in his heart, and then he showed his arrogant and arrogant expression. He waved his hand and shouted: "Then you still dare to block the way here, please get out of the way!"

With that said, Meng Xiaofeng stepped on his feet fiercely and rushed towards Zhuo Fan, his whole body was violent, as if he wanted to smash everything in front of him into pieces. by

The power of the saints is definitely an overwhelming advantage against the emperor-level cultivators. Unfortunately, what he encountered today was not an ordinary imperial powerhouse.

puff!

With a muffled sound, Meng Xiaofeng slammed violently, as if he was against a copper wall and an iron wall, and his body stopped abruptly, unable to rush past.

His pupils trembled fiercely, Meng Xiaofeng was horrified, and when he looked up, he saw that on one of his arms, he was holding the iron claw firmly, and the owner of the iron claw was the emperor in front of him. Rank powerhouse, Zhuo Fan!

how is this possible?

Meng Xiaofeng shouted in his heart, his face full of incredible shaking.

Using only one hand to stop this young master, this is definitely not something that the emperor can do...

bump!

However, before he could finish thinking about it, Zhuo Fan's unicorn arm just flicked slightly, and instantly shook him thousands of meters away, and turned a few somersaults in the air before he stopped worthy. However, the eyes he looked at Zhuo Fan were much heavier.

"You... where exactly are you holy?"

"The big housekeeper of the Luo family, Zhuo Fan!" The corner of his mouth curled up, Zhuo Fan was always so calm and confident, and even his surroundings seemed to be infected by him, like a windless water surface, reduced to extreme static.

But all this, in Meng Xiaofeng's eyes, is even more terrifying. To block himself in this place so lightly, his strength is really unfathomable.

Before, I really underestimated him!

His brows trembled uncontrollably, and Meng Xiaofeng's eyes looking at Zhuo Fan became more and more solemn, his fists clenched, and he finally became serious.

Holy body!

With a loud shout in his heart, Meng Xiaofeng's body shook violently, but when he saw the dazzling white light lit up, a giant man with a figure of a hundred feet suddenly appeared between the heavens and the earth. Sharp spirit. Meng Xiaofeng raised his head proudly, standing between the giant's eyebrows, staring closely at Zhuo Fan below.

With a clang, it burst loudly.

With both hands, the giant suddenly pulled out two shining divine swords from behind. From a distance, it looks like a god is coming to the world.

Yan Huang, who had just settled down his disciple who had been knocked unconscious, couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the situation here from a distance.

The sage has even come out with his own condensed sage giant. It seems that he has captured the opponents of Qingcheng, and he is an idle generation...

Swish!

A sword was like splitting the sky, and the sword pointed directly at Zhuo Fan: "If you are at the peak of the emperor's rank, you should know the gap between the saint and the emperor. Your emperor's heavenly seal has nothing in front of my holy body. It's of little use. If you know what to do, hand over Chu Qingcheng, otherwise, there are countless ways to shut up you, the entire Luo family, and the Demon Emperor!"

"Oh, really?"

Raising his brows, Zhuo Fan sneered unconsciously, slowly raised his unicorn arm, and the fighting intent in his eyes was already burning: "I'm so sorry, although we have no hatred and no grudges, but dare to stare at the people in Qingcheng, It’s better to deal with it early. Maybe you don’t know it yourself, but I deliberately took care of you when I was in Minghai, but unfortunately I never had the chance. But now… Hehe, you really came to your door!”

With a flick of his pupils, Meng Xiaofeng laughed angrily: "You took care of me? It's a big tone. The son, I want to see, how do you treat me as a saint?"

boom!

As soon as the words fell, Meng Xiaofeng ruthlessly slashed the two giant swords at Zhuo Fan's forehead, with a strong reputation, destroying the sky and destroying the earth. The sky and the earth are surging and clouds are surging, covering the sky and blocking the sun, and there is a chaos of doomsday.

However, it is very strange that the one-third of an acre of land around Zhuo Fan is still calm, as if it is not disturbed by the outside world at all.

When the two blades had all come to Zhuo Fan's face, his eyes narrowed, and he punched forward quickly with a fluttering punch.

Qilin Tyrant Fist, destroy!

rumbling...

With one punch, the world will be destroyed, and the world will be shattered!

As soon as Meng Xiaofeng's two swords met Zhuo Fan's punch, they burst open under a dazzling red light. The blade of the sword shattered inch by inch, with the surrounding space collapsing piece by piece, the cracks in the pitch-black space rushed to the surrounding like waves, and the terrifying fist energy also came to Meng Xiaofeng's giant body in an instant, before he could react. With a bang, it passed through without hesitation.

In an instant, a large hole with a radius of one kilometer was pierced through the chest of the holy body. The huge body swayed for a while, and with a clatter, it scattered and disappeared.

With a puff, Meng Xiaofeng spit out a mouthful of red, and fell to the ground feebly, his face turned pale...