Chapter 390 The Competition Between the Geniuses of All Races!

As the sound falls.

I saw a slightly older figure wearing a white robe slowly emerging.

It's quite a bit fairy-like.

Seeing this, Anderson curled his lips.

"This old man started pretending to be a showman again. Every time when outsiders are around, he always pretends to be like a sage, bah!"

In front of him, the old man in white robe staggered, but he still maintained a kind smile on his face, as if he didn't hear anything.

The old man in white robe casually waved his hand, and a burst of energy directly imprisoned Mei Hong.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, relaxed and freehand.

Chu Feng raised his eyebrows.

This old man who just appeared is definitely a master.

At this time.

Mei Hong, who was imprisoned, suddenly became furious and stared at the old man in white robe.

"An'aoduo! As the head of the An family and the former Holy War King, do you only dare to bully the small with the big one?!"

"My father is right, your existence is a disgrace to the sixteen members!"

“Back then, if you hadn’t gone your own way and directly destroyed nearly half of our jihadist heritage, how would our rebel army be in the current situation of being passively beaten today?

Not to mention that you yourself are half useless, even your eldest son Ambert was besieged and killed by the demons in that operation. What does this mean? Retribution? Hahaha! "

"Haha, the once majestic Holy War King, it seems that now he only dares to show off his cruelty in front of juniors like me..."

Mei Hong's voice fell.

The original kind smile of the old man in white robe slowly disappeared, replaced by a hint of regret and unwillingness.

After a long time, he slowly spoke.

"I was right back then. The situation was critical back then. If I hadn't waited and fought, the Miracle Temple might have been locked by the Demon Emperor, and the rebel army would have been uprooted by the Demons! Some people died and some price was paid. , retaining the foundation of the rebel army, shouldn’t it?”

"My son...I'm sorry for him. But you, a yellow-haired kid, have no right to say that! Get out!"

As he spoke, the voice of the old man in white robe suddenly became stern.

A roar of sound blasted Mei Hong out of the hall.

Mei Hong, who flew backwards, spat out a mouthful of blood and showed a fierce look in his eyes.

"An Aoduo, if Ambert dies, your Anjia strength will be over!"

"With only you, a half-disabled S-class, and that good-for-nothing Anderson, I want to see if you, Anjia, can keep the last seat as a council member in this competition of geniuses from all races!"

"Anderson! My eldest brother is about to reach the limit of Super A. Please pray that you don't run into him in the ring, otherwise, even the gods can't save you!"

Mei Hong's voice was unabashed.

Obviously, he didn't take An Jia seriously at all.

Anjia...has declined.

And his Mei family is prospering and even occupies five major parliamentary seats. How can the mere An family compare?

last moment.

Mei Hong suddenly looked at Chu Feng again and sneered.

"Chu Feng, right? You are really courageous, but you are with the wrong master! The An family can't protect itself, and I can't protect you for much longer. Just wait, I, the Mei family, will kill you!"

The figures disappeared.

Mei Hong's arrogant voice was still echoing.

There was silence.

Everyone looked at the An family father and son.

The faces of these two people were swollen today.

A dignified congressman was so humiliated by a junior. If word of this spread, what would others think of An Jia?

The tiger fell down and was bullied by the dog!

Of course, Chu Feng must be added.

It seems that the origin of all this is because of this guy with unknown origins.

Otherwise, Mei Hong would not be able to find a reason to find trouble!

As for the so-called revenge for my sister...

Why haven't I seen you, Mei Hong, have such a good relationship with your sister before?

Some thoughtful people have already begun to secretly speculate.

Maybe... this is a test by the head of the Mei family?

The Mei family has been coveting the parliamentary seat held by the An family for more than a day or two.

But Anoduo was, after all, a former Holy War King with unfathomable strength.

Although after that battle, he was defeated by the demons...

But who can confirm the authenticity?

Who knows if it is cured?

Therefore, it seems reasonable to let the high-level super-A Mei Hong test it out...

Perhaps, Chu Feng was just an excuse for others to make trouble, and he was just an unlucky guy.

The servants of the An family carefully began to clean up the mess.

Anderson's irritable wave made everyone retreat.

Only Chu Feng and Anderson and his son were left at the scene.

Anderson then looked at the old man in white robe angrily.

"Old man! Why didn't you just beat that bastard to death! You don't take our Anjia seriously!"

The old man in white robe remained expressionless and said calmly.

"I'm just a useless person. I can barely do a few moves. How can I do this?"

Chu Feng raised his eyebrows.

Useless person?

No...

in his induction.

It's obvious that the power in this old man's body originates like the ocean and surges like waves. How can he look like a useless person?

But why do you have to treat your appearance like a useless person?

Chu Feng thought with great interest.

Of course, this old man hid it very well. If Chu Feng hadn't learned a lot of real skills from the blood sea space, he probably wouldn't have been able to discover it.

In the eyes of outsiders, the head of the An family may be really useless.

But if one of the sixteen members of the rebel army and the former Holy War King regains his strength, there is no need to hide it!

Are you planning something?

Chu Feng was very curious, but he consciously remained silent.

It's none of his business anyway.

As long as you don't harm me.

How do you like it?

Next to Chu Feng, Anderson seemed not to know at all and was still angry.

Reluctantly, he crushed a tea cup.

"Damn it! If the eldest brother hadn't died, how could this Mei Hong dare to act wild with his peerless talent! Even the eldest young master of the Mei family, Mei Changqing, was not as good as my eldest brother back then!"

Listen to Anderson.

The expression of the old man in white robe finally showed some fluctuation.

But it was quickly covered up.

He said calmly.

"So you should practice hard. I will rely on you after I settle down."

Hearing this, Anderson suddenly became discouraged and let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, I still know how many pounds I have, and my talent is not even as good as that guy Mei Hong.

I'm afraid I'm out of luck in this competition.

It doesn’t matter if I lose, but according to the rules, this talent competition is linked to the seats of members! Our An family is now in a lean state. I think, old man, your position as a member of the House of Representatives is in danger. "

"What to do?"

Anderson looked sad.

"Just do whatever you have to do. In the worst case, I will hand over this parliamentary seat."

The old man in white robe and the old god were there, as if he didn't care.

Anderson was so angry that he wanted to go crazy.

He slammed the table.

"Old man! Be serious! If this last parliamentary seat is handed over and without the protection of the parliament, can our Anjia still exist?!"

The words have not yet finished.

But only a roar was heard.

Anderson's entire body was photographed directly into the ground.

Next to him, the old man in white robe clapped his hands unhurriedly.

"Who am I with? You and me, aren't we still dead? I really want to see who dares to touch my home?"