Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 133: A smile from heaven, life and death are unpredictable (Please subscribe, please vote for the monthly ticket, please vote for the recommendation ticket.)
Just as Meng Fan and Feng Zhenghao were having friendly discussions on specific matters, the door to the reception room suddenly opened.

The person who came in had a dark complexion, flamboyant red hair, and a slightly ruffian look.

He crossed his arms and said arrogantly, "President Feng, you left me alone and came to entertain others. Is this how you treat guests in the Tianxiahui?"

Feng Zhenghao's expression became visibly gloomy. For the Tianxia Association, getting close to Meng Fan was the top priority at the moment and an unprecedented opportunity.

But unfortunately, Jia Zhengyu came to cause trouble at this time.

He looked at Meng Fan and saw that there was no change on his face. He was still drinking tea calmly, as if nothing had happened. Feng Zhenghao was slightly relieved, then turned around and said in a deep voice: "Master Jia, didn't I ask Xing Tong to entertain you?"

"cut!"

Jia Zhengyu said unhappily, "You asked a young boy to greet me and treat me so perfunctorily. Isn't that too disrespectful of me and our Jiajia Village?"

At this moment, Feng Xingtong also hurried over. Because Jia Zhengyu used the excuse of going to the toilet, he saw that he had not come back, and then he realized that something might have happened.

Now that I think about it, I really won’t ruin my father’s business!
Thinking of this, Feng Xingtong broke out in cold sweat and said quickly, "Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't take a good look at it..."

Feng Zhenghao waved his hand, signaling Feng Xingtong not to speak, then looked at Jia Zhengyu and said solemnly, "Master Jia, I have something important to discuss. I am indeed not considerate enough to entertain you. I hope you can forgive me. Can you please move on for now?"

Unexpectedly, Jia Zhengyu refused to give in. In his opinion, Buddhas fight for a stick of incense and people fight for a breath of air. If he backed down so easily, he would think he was afraid of the other party.

Jia Zhengyu looked at Meng Fan and said to him, "It's you, right? You're the one who deserves President Feng to abandon me. If you're capable, compete with me and see who's better."

Feng Zhenghao's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot when he heard this. He really didn't expect that Jia Zhengyu was so ignorant of the overall situation. He thought that the other party was a young talent!
"Nonsense!"

Feng Zhenghao shouted, "This person is a distinguished guest of my Tianxia Group. Jia Zhengyu, you still want to attack my distinguished guest. Don't you think highly of me, Feng Zhenghao?"

"Please get out, you are not welcome in our world!"

Jia Zhengyu, however, got angry and felt that he had been humiliated. He immediately said sarcastically, "Okay, okay, you want to drive me away for him, right?"

"I want to see how much he weighs."

Before Feng Zhenghao could react, Jia Zhengyu launched a sneak attack with all his strength. Three dragon-pecking spikes were fired swiftly in a V-shape, cutting through the air like the roar of a poisonous dragon.

Moreover, Meng Fan and Jia Zhengyu were so close to each other that there was no time for anyone to react. This was a fatal move.

"stop!"

Feng Zhenghao was horrified when he saw this and wanted to stop it.

But Meng Fan reacted faster, with a gleam of light in his eyes. He held the tea in one hand and raised the other hand slightly. The three dragon-pecking spikes fell between the three fingers of Meng Fan's palm as if they had been calculated.

Three dragon-pecking spikes kept buzzing in Meng Fan's hands, trying to struggle out, but they were firmly held in Meng Fan's palms and could not escape at all.

Feng Zhenghao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. If something really happened to Meng Fan here, he would never be able to clear himself even if he jumped into the Yellow River!

Even the entire Tianxia Group may be implicated, and it is uncertain whether it can continue to exist!

At this time, Meng Fan looked at the three dragon-pecking spikes in his hand with great interest, and asked, "The art of controlling objects?" Then, he looked at Jia Zhengyu and smiled, "If I remember correctly, the art of controlling objects requires the user to use secret methods to feed specific objects with his own Qi from a very young age."

"In the end, these items will become weapons that the user can manipulate at will. The precision is higher than that of manipulation by mind. The number and precision of items that can be manipulated depends on one's own talent and cultivation."

"And these three dragon-pecking spikes in your hand..."

Meng Fan shook it towards Jia Zhengyu and suddenly changed his tone: "You practiced too badly!"

After saying that, Meng Fan exerted a little force with his palm, and the three dragon-pecking spikes actually broke directly. Jia Zhengyu's mind was connected to the dragon-pecking spikes, and under the backlash, he actually spat out three mouthfuls of blood.

Meng Fan's eyes were dim as he stood up and walked forward. His aura gradually became more powerful with each step. In Jia Zhengyu's eyes, he was like a towering mountain that could not be crossed.

"Just now you said that President Feng doesn't take your Jia Village seriously. If you can represent Jia Village and the level of Jia Village's control of objects, then I'm sorry, this is too disappointing."

"It is said that every generation has its own talents, but now I doubt whether Jiajia Village, which produced a swordsman in ancient times, can still survive in modern times."

Meng Fan's plain words were particularly harsh to Jia Zhengyu, and he said angrily: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

Jia Zhengyu used his palm power to try to take advantage of Meng Fan's unpreparedness and launch another sneak attack, but this time Feng Zhenghao had learned his lesson. The hand that was intended to hurt Meng Fan was firmly grasped by Feng Zhenghao, like a steel hoop, and could not move forward an inch.

Then Feng Zhenghao simply broke his wrist, instantly breaking his tendons and bones, and then kicked him out.

Feng Zhenghao looked at Jia Zhengyu who was wailing on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Jia Zhengyu, I, Feng Zhenghao, am really blind. I shouldn't have wanted to recruit you if I knew you were this kind of person."

"Now you have attacked my guests again and again. If I let you leave Tianxiahui like this, who will take me, Feng Zhenghao, seriously in the future?"

As he spoke, Feng Zhenghao was about to step forward, the evil spirit on his body was as thick as a cloud, and there was a ferocious look in his eyes.

"Okay, President Feng, please stop first!"

Feng Zhenghao turned his head to look at Meng Fan, puzzled, "Director, this kind of person is not worthy of you pleading for him."

Meng Fan shook his head: "I'm not trying to plead for him, but my status is here, so we have to follow the rules no matter what, right?"

"what do you mean?"

Meng Fan looked at Zhang Chulan and deliberately asked, "Chulan, someone attacked a police officer, especially an important person like me. According to the rules that our 139th Division is specially authorized to enforce, how long should he be detained?"

Zhang Chulan's mouth twitched. "Tian Gong, you are a forgetful person. You didn't detain me. You usually kill me on the spot. And he attacked me twice. If it were in ancient times, it would be enough to kill ten clans."

"Oh, I see!"

A smile from nature can make life and death unpredictable.

The corners of Meng Fan's mouth curled up unconsciously...

(End of this chapter)