At this moment I revive the Chinese gods

"Did you hear that? So many people want you to die, so you have to die for me!" The blood-red divine power condensed in Tianpang's palms, turning into a five or six-foot-long scimitar. Unable to cover his ears, he slashed towards Zhao Feiyu.

"Death to Laozi!"

Tianpang looked ferocious, he seemed to have seen the wonderful scene of Zhao Feiyu lying in a pool of blood.

It's a pity that his imagination didn't last long before it was shattered.

The scimitar slashed heavily on Zhao Feiyu's arm, but instead of flying flesh and blood as he thought, there was a sharp sound of metal colliding.

"what?"

Tianpang raised his head in astonishment, he couldn't believe that he couldn't cut through the opponent's skin with all his strength.

But the truth hurts like that.

Zhao Feiyu looked down at him coldly, his remaining patience was exhausted: "I seem to have warned you before!"

"Tianpang, get out of there quickly!" The high priest was so perceptive, he immediately smelled the dangerous smell in the air, and hurriedly reminded him loudly.

But Tianpang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, his face changed drastically, and he retreated violently, wanting to leave Zhao Feiyu's side, but it was too late.

The heavy everything has already slammed him into the ground.

Real blood and blood!

"Before you attack others next time, don't just kill others, otherwise you will not be so lucky!" Zhao Feiyu twisted his wrist indifferently, looked down at Tianpang on the ground, and said so.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the field seemed to freeze.

Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment, as if they couldn't believe what they saw with their own eyes.

"This guy actually knocked Tianpang to pieces with one punch?"

"What a violent method, how could this guy's physical strength be so strong? Is he a monster?"

"What kind of monster can be so awesome, Pang is the third level of saint that day!"

Not only the young people in the audience were talking, even the well-informed high priest was dumbfounded.

He acquiesced to Tianpang's move, on the one hand, he wanted to teach this guy named Huang Li a lesson, and on the other hand, he wanted to test the opponent's strength.

But I never thought that I would be punched KO in the end.

Although the physical body of a cultivator in the saint realm is not important, it is unimaginable that he can be defeated so easily.

"Who are you? What is the purpose of coming to my Baihutian's house?" The high priest's eyes were completely cold, and he now regarded Zhao Feiyu as an extremely dangerous person.

If necessary, he is ready to kill this hidden danger at any time.

"I said, I really just went the wrong way, uh... what did you say?" Zhao Feiyu frowned and wanted to explain, but suddenly thought of something, he was slightly taken aback: "You said, this is Tianjia?"

"The heavenly family in the upper realm of the White Tiger Starfield?"

"Otherwise, what do you think? Apart from this place in the entire White Tiger Star Territory, where else dare to call themselves the Celestial Clan?" The high priest was a little angry: "You actually trespassed everywhere here, do you really think that there is no one in my Celestial Clan?"

Zhao Feiyu's face was extremely complicated, he didn't expect that he hadn't taken the initiative to look for it, but he came here in a daze!

At this moment, a name emerged in his mind: Dragon City!

This was originally his original purpose of coming to the White Tiger Star Region, to kill him, and then go home to sleep.

Fortunately, in the end, all roads lead to the same goal, and Longcheng will eventually die in his hands.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

Seeing that he didn't reply for a long time, the high priest was also a little angry: "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm also confused, and I was sent here by a space formation for no reason!" Zhao Feiyu shrugged and said.

His goal was only Dragon City, and he didn't want to be an enemy of the Celestial Clan, so he didn't show much hostility.

However, this was still not enough to dispel the High Priest's concerns about him, and just as he was about to say something, a person suddenly jumped out from the side, and fell in his ear and said something.

The high priest's complexion changed slightly, and his tone became more correct, and he said to Zhao Feiyu: "The old lady of my Celestial Clan invites you to drink tea!"

The corner of Zhao Feiyu's mouth twitched, he really didn't understand that it was just a misunderstanding, why did he make such trouble, he sighed and asked, "Can I not go?"

The high priest didn't speak, but when he saw the expression of the commander in silver armor turned cold, he already knew the answer: "Okay, I'll go!"

As he spoke, he reluctantly lifted his body and followed the silver armored soldier to leave here.

The high priest took a deep look at Zhao Feiyu's leaving back, shook his head, and ordered the people around him: "Come here, some people, dig out this useless thing in the ground, and after you save it, you will be fined for a year!"

He cleared his throat and said to everyone: "The ceremony continues!"

There was a burst of mourning and complaints from the audience.

Zhao Feiyu passed through several portals under the leadership of the silver soldiers, and finally came to the door of a building.

"This is where the old lady welcomes guests, please come in!" The soldier saluted respectfully, then turned and left.

Only Zhao Feiyu was left to look at the building.

It is not as magnificent and magnificent as imagined, but it seems a bit simplified.

The red bricks and blue tiles look simple but faintly reveal a sense of avenue, mysterious and wonderful, and there is a small garden with beautiful scenery around.

Extraordinary atmosphere.

"It seems that this old lady is also a master!" Zhao Feiyu couldn't help admiring.

Immediately pushed the door and walked in,

The building looked ordinary from the outside, but when Zhao Feiyu entered, he found that there was no mystery.

The idyllic courtyard suddenly turned into a high-rise pavilion. The breeze blew in from the wooden windows, and the screens on both sides made a clear whistling sound.

In front of the screen, a middle-aged woman was sitting on a chair with her head lowered, playing with the exquisite tea set in her hand seriously.

Without looking up, he knew Zhao Feiyu was coming, and said:

"Please sit down when you come, the tea will be ready later!"

Her voice was very ordinary, no different from that of an ordinary rural old woman, and Zhao Feiyu couldn't even detect the slightest breath in her.

But he didn't dare to have any contempt.

After saluting respectfully, he sat down opposite the woman.

The woman's hands are very white and thin, and her fingertips are skillfully manipulating the teapot and teacups. The tea is very hot, white steam is steaming, and it seems that it is still boiling, but there is no splash in her hand. .

The water flow was more like not daring to disobey her will, as if he restrained himself not to splash, and the crisp clanging sound of colliding with each other was refreshing.

Obviously, she is no longer making tea.

Soon, the tea will be ready!

It was gently delivered to Zhao Feiyu's side, steaming hot and fragrant.