Chapter 730: 1 Person, 1 Family

All around, the onlookers were stunned. The two powerful figures of the older generation were madly sprayed with blood by Lu Ming's palm. Lu Ming's combat power was once again shocking.

With his long hair flying, Lu Ming walked up and chased the two old men.

"Boy, stop!"

Wang Mang's voice came out. He stood behind Jian Feiliu's junior sister, a violent breath enveloped her, and said, "Boy, if you dare to shoot again, believe it or not, I will kill her!"

Lu Ming frowned. He didn't expect Wang Mang to be so despicable that he would use Feng Ting's life to threaten him.

Feng Ting is the name of Junior Sister Jian Feiliu.

Seeing Lu Ming stop, Wang Mang's face showed a ferocious look, and said, "Boy, you should abandon your cultivation, otherwise, this bitch, die now!"

"Hahaha!"

Lu Ming laughed and said, "Wang Mang, if I remember correctly, this woman should be your wife, right? You threatened me with your own wife's life? Was your head bitten by a dog?"

"Also, the so-called disciple of the ancient family is your virtue? It opened my eyes."

Lu Ming really didn't expect that Wang Mang, so shameless, actually threatened Lu Ming with his own wife, Lu Ming was speechless.

bump!

Lu Ming continued to step up, his eyes threatening, and said: "If you want to kill, kill, I don't know this woman, but after that, you Wang Mang, I am afraid you will bear the reputation of killing his wife and coercing the enemy!"

boom! boom!

Lu Ming split his palm out, suppressing everything, the old man vomited blood, and each of his arms burst.

"Damn! Back!"

As soon as Wang Mang grabbed Fengting, he quickly retreated.

The two old men also retreated in a hurry. Lu Ming didn't press him step by step. He still had some concerns about Feng Ting's life. If Wang Mang really went crazy and killed Feng Ting, I'm afraid Jian Feiliu would feel bad.

"Jian Feiliu, you bastard, do you only hide behind others? Don't worry, after I go back, I will scout this slut even better. All this is thanks to you!"

Wang Mang's angry voice came.

"Master!"

That Feng Ting's face was pale with fright, and her whole body was trembling.

"Junior Sister!"

Jian Feiliu's eyes were red, and his fists were clenched, but there was nothing he could do.

"And the boy, wait for me, dare to hurt the people of my Wang family, how will you die?"

Wang Mang immediately shouted angrily at Lu Ming, and then walked away in despair.

Lu Ming shook his head. He was an outsider after all. Just now, he was fully capable of keeping Wang Mang behind, but what if he stayed? The consequence is that Feng Ting's fate will be even more miserable, and it will even affect Jian Feiliu.

He was not afraid, but he had to take into account Jian Feiliu and Feng Ting.

Jian Feiliu looked at the direction Wang Mang was leaving, and was dazed, and then his body kept shaking.

"Trash, I'm trash!"

Jian Fei Liu Nan Nan muttered to himself.

"Brother Jian!" Lu Ming frowned, Jian Feiliu's state was not right.

"Waste, Brother Lu, I'm a waste, I can't even protect the woman I love, so I can only watch her being bullied, you say, do people like me deserve to be called Tianjiao? Do I still deserve to live in this world? ?"

Jian Feiliu's eyes were dull and decadent, as if at this moment, he had lost all his fighting spirit.

Lu Ming frowned, Jian Feiliu was in a very dangerous state at this time, and his heart of martial arts was about to collapse.

boom!

A strong aura erupted from Lu Ming's body, a long spear appeared in his hand, and the sharp spear stabbed towards Jian Feiliu's eyebrows.

Jian Feiliu sensed a terrifying murderous intention, golden light shone in his hand, and a golden war sword appeared, blocking the spear's light, retreating sharply, looking at Lu Ming, and said, "Brother Lu, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Kill you!"

In Lu Ming's eyes, murderous intent filled the air.

"Kill me? Why do you want to kill me?"

Jianfei showed an incredible color.

"A waste like you, what's the use of staying in the world? A small blow will bring you down, so what kind of martial arts do you still need to cultivate? Why don't we just send you on your way!"

Lu Ming's breath was compelling, and his clear voice continued: "The road of martial arts is full of thorns, and we will encounter any difficulties. What we have to do is not to retreat, but to move forward bravely and use our own strength to smash everything. If you want to save your junior sister, you have to be strong enough to be strong enough to stand out from the crowd!"

"The prince and general Xiangning have a kind of seed. The ancestors of the ancient family did not come up from the ordinary. What's the matter of a royal family? As long as I am strong enough, I am an ancient family!"

Lu Ming's voice, like Hong Zhong Dalu, kept hitting Jian Feiliu's mind, causing Jian Feiliu's body to tremble.

"Strength, strength, yes, as long as I have enough strength, I can save Junior Sister, and as long as I have strength, I can shatter everything!"

Jian Feiliu murmured to himself, his eyes slowly regained a trace of expression, and then he closed his eyes for a while, when he opened his eyes, there were two golden swords in them, stabbing to the sky.

Above his head, a golden sword appeared, as if it could break the sky.

At this moment, Jian Feiliu seemed to have realized something and changed.

"Brother Lu, this time, thank you!"

Jian Feiliu bowed solemnly to Lu Ming to thank him.

This time, it was too dangerous. He almost collapsed in the heart of martial arts, and his heart of martial arts collapsed. In the future, his cultivation will no longer be able to improve, and he will even be invaded by inner demons and go crazy.

And Lu Ming's words, like daigo empowerment, made him sober up, and even made him transform, from the bloodline, he realized a kind of martial skill, a more powerful bloodline martial skill.

He was very grateful to Lu Ming.

"Brother Jian, you're welcome, I'm just speaking from my heart, let's go!"

Immediately, the two returned to the inn.

However, the surrounding crowd was full of discussions.

"Who is that kid? With such a big tone, he actually looks down on the Wang family!"

"Not only that, he also said that he alone is an ancient family, with such a big tone, he really doesn't know how high the sky is!"

"Look at it, the arrogance of the Wang family will not let him go. Wang Mang is in the Wang family and can only be regarded as ordinary!"

The discussion was spreading, and soon, the news about the war here spread.

......

Early the next day, Lu Ming, Xie Nianqing, Jian Feiliu, and twenty-nine other masters of Jinjianzong flew westward together.

The Monument of the King of Heaven is there.

A hundred miles away, a huge stone monument towered into the sky, reaching a height of a thousand meters and at least a few hundred meters wide.

This stele, on one side, has no words, a blank piece, and below it, there are twenty-seven stone stairs.

The stone ladder is very large and long. You can see that the top seven stone ladder is dark red, and there is no one on it.

The 20 steps below the stone stairs are gray, and the color of the stone tablet is the same. There are many figures on these 20 steps.

Each figure sat cross-legged on the stairs, as if practicing.

And, from bottom to top, the number of people decreases.

On the first ladder, the number of people is the largest, and the higher the number, the fewer people.

On the nineteenth step, there was only one figure sitting cross-legged, and on the twentieth step, no one was there.

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