Chapter 213: Imagination

A chill spread from head to toe, the middle-aged king suddenly understood Patriarch Qingfeng's despair, this kind of enemy is too strong! It's not at a level he can understand at all.

At this time, he saw the young man with a calm face flying out of the mushroom cloud and smiled slightly.

"Two fellow daoists, there may be some misunderstanding between us." As he spoke, he stepped forward to Patriarch Qingfeng.

The middle-aged king's face was pale, and suddenly he gritted his teeth fiercely, reached into his bosom and took out something, which shone brightly, and it was another thunderbolt.

He held it up high, and said sternly: "Stop! This king knows that Your Excellency has great powers, but I don't believe that you can catch two thunderbolts without getting hurt. If you don't want to hurt both!" When he said this, his voice suddenly Trembling, "Your Excellency, please spare the old ancestor. This king promises to leave Tingfeng country forever and hand over Tingfeng."

In the end, he was really not sure whether two thunderbolts could kill this powerful enemy. Moreover, he felt bitter, where did he get the capital to get two thunderbolts, this one was just a fake!

So, at this moment, he doesn't even have the confidence to threaten. Now he just hopes that the other party will be a little bit jealous and let them go. After all, in his opinion, the other party is probably just trying to get Tingfeng Kingdom.

After the words fell, the young man stopped and looked up at him. The middle-aged king was delighted, and it worked!

"So this magic weapon is called Lei Zhenzi, and it really lives up to its name!" The young man looked at Yuanzhu with great interest.

The middle-aged king felt uneasy, no matter how he looked at him, he didn't seem to be afraid.

The next moment, I saw the young man frowned suddenly, and then said with a strange expression: "Fellow Daoist, could it be that he took it wrong? This thunderbolt, Fellow Daoist, is not as good as the previous one."

The middle-aged king's heart skipped a beat, and he was noticed!

The young man then shook his head and smiled, "No matter what, Fellow Daoist still put this thing away. Wang never said what to do with the two from the beginning to the end, and it's not the two enemies. It's just a misunderstanding."

The middle-aged king didn't believe this, and although he didn't have the confidence in his heart, he continued to sternly say: "Your Excellency is really going to kill them all!" The ball in his hand shimmered, which was exactly the same as the scene before the thunderbolt detonated.

"Enough! Please stop the king!" Unexpectedly, it was not the powerful enemy who spoke out, but Patriarch Qingfeng who had been silent since just now.

The middle-aged king trembled, and looked up at the ancestor in front.

"You underestimate this fellow daoist too much. Lei Zhenzi is always Lei Zhenzi. Naturally, it has its own special features. Even if it is a fake, it is not so easy to refine. You should put it away."

Patriarch Qingfeng also found out that the middle-aged lord's hand is not even a fake thunderbolt, because even if it is a fake thunderbolt, there are special imitated fluctuations in it that can be perceived by Dharma practitioners.

And the middle-aged king’s Lei Zhenzi has no such fluctuations at all. I’m afraid it’s just an ordinary round bead. No matter how much it looks like a Lei Zhenzi, the inside can still be seen through at a glance. , such a pseudo-law like the king can't perceive it at all.

Therefore, in the eyes of Patriarch Qingfeng, the middle-aged king's move was just a joke and a loss of face for nothing.

Patriarch Qingfeng stood upright, staring at the motionless young strong man several miles away, suddenly said in a deep voice: "Dare to ask, you have a big grudge against Feng Yiguo or Qing."

The young man, that is, Wang Sheng shook his head, "When Wang first came to your land, whether he is a Taoist friend or Tingfeng Yiguo, this is the first time he has seen and heard it, and where did the hatred come from?"

Patriarch Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes remained dignified, and then he asked: "That's because he was invited by another country to come and kill Qing, so as to break my foundation of listening to the wind!"

After speaking, he felt uneasy. In his opinion, this is the most likely situation.

Now Wang Sheng probably understood what Patriarch Qingfeng meant, touched his chin in a strange way, shook his head and said, "No, Wang is alone, and will never be hired by anyone."

Patriarch Qingfeng was slightly stunned, neither of the two most likely guesses.

Seeing that he wanted to ask again, Wang Sheng smiled strangely, and said apologetically, "Fellow Daoist, don't think too much, Wang said it was just a misunderstanding, in fact," he paused slightly, watching the source of life in his body dry up. It was Patriarch Qingfeng who barely supported his body, and said embarrassingly: "Actually, Wang just heard that fellow Taoists have great powers, so he came here specially to learn from fellow Taoists."

"Discussion!?" Patriarch Qingfeng suspected that he had heard wrong.

Wang Sheng nodded affirmatively, and said sincerely: "That's right, I just want to compete with fellow Taoists, without any hostility."

Patriarch Qingfeng was stunned, and the middle-aged king couldn't believe it.

This person is sick! Such a heavy hand just to learn from each other?

From their point of view, all discussions are to talk about the Dao first, and then to fight, but they are only point-to-point, and they will never hurt each other's lives. Dead, that's it, you still have the nerve to say it's a discussion?

In the eyes of the middle-aged king, Wang Sheng was deliberately humiliating the ancestors and playing tricks on them at this moment. For a moment, boundless anger rose in his heart.

Instead, Patriarch Qingfeng felt a little bit in his heart. He thought of some rumors that only circulated among qi practitioners. It seemed that there was a certain kind of people. They were all geniuses among qi practitioners. The cultivation base honed in the decisive battle of life and death is the most stable, and it is easier to break through the pass.

This kind of people often travel to the wilderness, challenge tyrannical beasts everywhere, and engage in life-and-death decisive battles with some famous Qi practitioners in the name of sparring with each other. They are merciless, and the final result is often one death and one injury.

Patriarch Qingfeng had never seen this kind of person, but at this moment, seeing Wang Sheng's youthful appearance, he thought of this rumor, which seemed to be exactly the same as the general youthful characteristics of those geniuses.

The only thing he doubted was that the man in front of him was already incredibly powerful, so it was necessary for him to compete with him? Or, in this world, besides gods, there are Qi practitioners who can compete with him?

He was basically sure of Wang Sheng's origin in his heart, but Patriarch Qingfeng felt slightly relieved. He knew that although such people were arrogant and powerful, they were also very arrogant and would only attack powerful Qi trainers. The wind country can survive.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, "Qing knows the origin of fellow daoist, and now I also hope that fellow daoist will abide by the rules. After Qing's death, don't embarrass Xiaoguo."

Wang Sheng was baffled, what rules did he follow, and what did he know about his origin?

Then, he saw Patriarch Qingfeng in front of him suddenly sitting cross-legged in the air, with his palms stretched out high, agitating his last cultivation base to fall towards his sky spirit cap.