The sky was gloomy, and there was chaos in the brightly lit poison city of Amo Village.

The dense crowd fell in large swaths, screaming and shouting one after another.

And the owner of Amo Village in the middle, the ruthless General Miro, was trampled on his head and crushed to the ground, and kept shouting "Dad" in his mouth.

Dad means "father" in Chinese, and there are many Chinese in Amo Village, so everyone knows it.

The dense crowd around slowly got up, and looked at General Miro and the devil-like young man in a daze.

General Millo was a high-minded and omnipotent existence in their hearts, but now he ended up in this picture, which made their faith collapse in their hearts, full of horror and helplessness.

The most shocked and frightened were actually the three Amy, they didn't know what this was?

A young man I met in the middle of the road had this supernatural power beyond their comprehension—

Finger bullets! Air control bullets! Stomping their feet, hundreds of people fell uncontrollably!

It's incredible! It's really hard to believe if you don't see it with your own eyes.

No wonder he speaks so arrogantly, no! This is not arrogance, this is a manifestation of self-confidence to the extreme.

……

Zhou Fengchen is actually just joking around and venting the depression in his heart during this time, anyway, there is no law in this place, these people are all extremely vicious outlaws, and they can't be subdued.

Looking at the long-haired man who kept begging for mercy and shouting for his father at his feet, he raised his foot and kicked it like garbage to the bald man who could speak Chinese, "I want a room, good wine and good food, immediately, immediately!" ”

The bald man and a group of people were already frightened, and hurriedly pointed to the house behind him, "Sir, please!" Drinks and food will be coming soon! ”

Zhou Fengchen greeted Weiyang, Su Ling and Amy, who was lost in spirit, and walked straight to the house, and when he reached the steps, he turned around and waved his hand to a dark and dilapidated building not far away, which was not popular, and it must be an empty house that was about to be demolished.

"Hurry!"

Boom –

With a flash of blood, the entire three-story small western-style building collapsed in an instant.

In the dust, the screams of the crowd, the blood disappeared again.

Zhou Fengchen accepted the natal magic weapon and said in a deep voice: "Now that Amo Village is mine, who dares to be half-hearted and die!"

Waved...... Building collapse......

This terrifying and inexplicable scene shocked everyone present.

Millo, the bald group of people were pale and silent.

Amy's breath trembled, and they were silent.

……

Miro may have been poor when he was a child, and his house was extremely luxurious, and he seemed to spend all the money from selling drugs on pleasure.

Zhou Fengchen took Weiyang and Amy to sit on the luxurious ivory leather sofa in the hall, looking at the furniture around them that were tall and tall and could be squandered for three years if they were sold casually, and they felt a little unreal.

There were also six or seven beautiful women of different colors and appearances in the room, and after pouring the tea tremblingly, they knelt on the ground and didn't dare to pit, I don't know where Miro caught it.

Weiyang has been frowning at this time, and after taking a sip of tea, he couldn't help but say to Zhou Fengchen: "A person who has mastered absolute power, in a place where power is unequal, does something unequal, do you know what this is called?"

Zhou Fengchen was stunned, "What's it called?" ”

Weiyang said with a cold face: "It's called evil!" It's easy for a person to learn bad, but it's hard to learn well! ”

Zhou Fengchen patted his head, Weiyang, this girl sometimes likes to be too serious, "First of all, I haven't reached the time to do evil, my head is sober, and secondly, the people in this place don't use iron-blooded means to cure it!" I need to take advantage of them and go out and find someone! ”

"That's right!" Amy said beside her: "The people in this place are all lawbreakers, and you can't do it without iron and blood!" I think this gentleman is doing the right thing! ”

The two undercover men next to him also nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, yes!" ”

The eyes of all three were a little overzealous and surprised.

Zhou Fengchen was stunned and felt very embarrassed, he was very reluctant to contact people in the public family, because some things could not be known to them, so he simply coughed silently.

Just at this moment, Jiang Hao woke up, and stood up with a sigh, "Don't kill me!" ”

Su Ling got close and pulled him, "What are you talking about?" Sit down, my sister carried you all the way, tired to death! ”

Jiang Hao gasped violently, glanced around, and saw that Zhou Fengchen was quieter, and asked in surprise where this was, when he learned that it was the Golden Triangle drug lord's nest, the whole person was not good.

Zhou Fengchen also sighed a little, when he set off from Donghai City, he said that he would come to travel and relax, which is good, he has done it to the Golden Triangle, and there have been twists and turns along the way.

A few people chatted casually for a while, and someone outside served the food, fruits, snacks, meat and vegetarian combinations, and it was quite hearty.

Zhou Fengchen tasted them one by one, it was not poisonous, and a group of people ate and drank.

Halfway through eating, a group of people suddenly came in outside.

Amy and Weiyang couldn't help but put down their chopsticks.

Zhou Fengchen looked at it in surprise while eating, only to see that it was Mi Luo and a group of bald people, and the expressions of the group of people were a lot calmer, as if they were not very afraid, and they had some confidence, I don't know where this confidence came from?

When he arrived, the bald head coughed lightly and said, "First ...... Sheng, our family is also half-immortal, we hope to negotiate peacefully! ”

Negotiation? Zhou Fengchen also put down his chopsticks and smiled, "Who is talking to me?" ”

Miro's group of people pulled out of the way, revealing an old man in the middle.

The old man was dressed in a strange coat, with a skull cane, and a slear, silver-haired face, which at first glance looked as if he was about to hang, but his demeanor was neat, and his eyes were very attentive.

The whole person feels a little weird and scary.

The bald head pointed at Zhou Fengchen, nodded and said a local word to the old man, and said in Chinese: "Daddy, it's him!"

The old man immediately looked at Zhou Fengchen with scrutiny, a faint cyan smoke came out of his eyes, and then he said in half-baked Chinese: "Young man, ......"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure flashing in front of him, and Zhou Fengchen came to him strangely, and said in a deep voice: "You are not qualified enough!"

Rumble!

An invisible wave of qi shook over, and a group of people, whether it was the old man, Miro, or the bald head, they all flew out upside down, crackling and falling to the ground, humming and chirping, and they couldn't get up for a while.

The old man staggered to his feet, his face full of horror, "Real people are annoyed! Xiao Lao'er didn't mean to offend, he just took people's money to do things, let's go! ”

At best, this old man is qi and transformed, and the gap between him and Zhou Fengchen is too big, and the momentum of the Great Perfection of Neidan alone makes him feel like a mountain.

"Don't rush to leave!" Zhou Fengchen pointed to the side room next door, "Come in with me, I have something to ask you!" ”

The old man's face turned pale and he obediently followed.

Looking at the figure of the two leaving, Miro's group of people were completely desperate, and the three of Amy swallowed their saliva, and they didn't know how to express their emotions.

……

Zhou Fengchen took the old man into the room, he was actually quite happy in his heart, and he was just about to find a cultivator, so he sent one to the door.

Sitting down on the sofa, he asked straight to the point, "What sect?"

The old man stood dryly and replied in not very fluent Chinese: "In the early years, I was a disciple of the Central Plains Holy Sect, and later I returned to my hometown and practiced on my own.

Holy Religion? Zhou Fengchen's heart moved, "Has the Holy Sect had a disciple going south recently?" ”

(End of chapter)