Wu Po Jiuxiao

Standing in front of him were nine men with different complexions. These nine men were basically in the prime of life, and the fluctuations in their true energy were slowly being suppressed. In the first test of these nine people, an old man in his 70s and [-]s who was dressed in a scholarly attire holding a lupine was slowly stroking the beard on his chin, and fanning the lupine in his hand from time to time. It formed a stark contrast with this man with a Chinese face.

"Hundreds of people plus one city guard control, what a powerful strength this is. The strength of these city guards is all masters who have reached the low-level warrior level evenly. Even those powerful gangs want to Defeating it also requires careful consideration, but now? Not only have most of them been killed, but the rest have all been turned into incompetent waste. What are you masters doing on weekdays? Such a big thing even It’s only now that I start to say, come, bring me the three thousand commanders.”

The person who spoke was none other than the city lord of the city of crime—Song Zhanfeng!

"My lord, the city lord... these three thousand commanders have already blew themselves up and died."

One of the nine controllers standing across from him couldn't help but whispered, even when he was speaking, his face showed a look of panic, obviously he was surprised by the aura erupting from the city lord Song Zhanfeng's body. Very timid.

"What? Self-destructed?"

Song Zhanfeng's complexion had completely changed at this time. Although he wanted to punish the three thousand commanders, he still recognized this young man full of infinite possibilities in his heart. To be his next successor is probably only those three thousand Sikou, but now he got the news that the other party blew himself up. Even though his concentration is amazing, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a while.

After seeing Song Zhanfeng's absent-minded expression, the faces of the nine city guards showed a hint of surprise and gloating indistinctly. After the power reached their level, these nine people naturally expected to be the same as themselves If you control your death, your own power will expand a lot, and the aptitude, age and even strength of the three thousand commanders have firmly suppressed their development. Now that they are dead, it is a problem for them. It was a great joy, but in front of Song Zhanfeng who was in a rage, they naturally didn't dare to show it too much.

"Very good, very good, not to mention the person who killed me, but also blew up one of my masters, very good."

Song Zhanfeng's tone was very calm, but in that calmness, it was clear that there was infinite anger burning.

"Hey... That child, I have always seen that the other party is not a long-lived person."

The old man holding the feather crown said slowly, following his words, the surrounding breath dissipated quickly, and the fluctuations like a spring breeze swept away the surrounding pressure.

"Master..."

Song Zhanfeng shouted at the old man respectfully.