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Chapter 1879 seal Linhe

Feng San was in a bad mood, and now he saw someone blocking him!

If he was caught off guard by the preparation camp, only one person appeared here now, and Feng San felt that he had been despised like never before!

It also made the ferocity in his heart turbulent.

"You dare to block my way, are you tired of living?"

A cold snorted in his heart, the scimitar on Feng San's waist was pulled out, and then accompanied by his rapid rush forward, the scimitar cut through the wind and a unique whimpering sound came.

Liu Zhengyang looked up at him lightly.

Then Feng San felt his heartbeat stagnation.

His ears were even more deaf and he could not hear anything outside. He could only see Liu Zhengyang's mountain-like aura coming towards him.

He knew that he had met a master, and the same was true for the horse under his crotch.

"Bang!"

It was as if it had hit a solid wall, and the speeding horse broke into pieces in an instant.

Feng San finally realized and his energy was pressed against him.

But just hitting it straight, Feng San felt a little dizzy in his head, and he couldn't even see clearly what was happening in front of him. He just felt dizzy, everything in front of him was blurred, and it was soon rendered bloody.

This scene made Feng Sanming understand that his eyes were bloodshot.

This was not a good sign, and his expression became a little painful.

What made him even more desperate was that a Qilin rushed out of nowhere and showed his power directly at his subordinates, and almost subdued his subordinates in the moment of contact.

Fortunately, Qilin did not kill him and directly crippled his few close friends who had escaped.

You should know that Qilin is a real combatant.

Because of Liu Zhengyang's order, he could not take action in the battle between the preparatory camp and the bandits just now, so he could only watch from the side. This was something that Qilin could not accept!

But it cannot disobey the order, so it can only be anxious.

Now that Liu Zhengyang has taken action, the ban will naturally be lifted. As a combat fanatic, it is good to have the opportunity to fight. As for this kind of abuse of food, it is really not disgusting at all.

Anyway, it can do it, as long as it can feel comfortable!

Feng San instinctively felt the terror when facing Liu Zhengyang. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, then squinted his eyes and said, "You and I don't seem to have any grudges. Why should you trespass on this muddy water!"

"What? Don't you plan to threaten me?"

Liu Zhengyang looked at him with a smile.

Feng San frowned: "Friend! I don't know what you want to do, but I just want to advise you that there are many other people you can't afford to provoke in the northwest. You'd better not make yourself uncomfortable!"

Such a threat is really late but it's here!

Liu Zhengyang shook his head: "Seeing that you are so confident, I guess you are not the only identity of Ma Biece!"

"You don't need to know this!"

How could Feng San say such a thing? He snorted coldly at that moment.

But when he looked at Liu Zhengyang's eyes, Feng San felt a dazed look, and then everything around him became quiet.

A murmur sounded in my ears: "Tell me, who are you?"

Feng San's pupils began to spread. After hearing the inquiry, he said with a dull expression: "I am the deputy city lord of Fengsha City, Feng Linhe!"
Chapter completed!
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