Chapter 687: Desperate North Sea 27

"You guys, it's coming." Xia Feng let go and Li Binglian looked at the group of people in front of him with a smile. Zhan Minggeng, Zhan Minglei, Mo Qi and others smiled.

"I heard that there was a dinner today, so I hurried here from Longdu?" Zhan Minglei said with a smile. Zhan Minggeng frowned and smiled badly: "Madman, I heard that you have a lot of good wine at home. You can take it out today, right?"

"Haha, even if he doesn't take it out today, we have to find out his private goods." Mo Qi also followed the trend. Xia Feng laughed and said, "I have a share today, I have a share."

A familiar scene kept echoing in my mind, making Xia Feng's eyes addicted to it. After a while, Butler Li had prepared a banquet, put mountain delicacies and seafood, and the stored fine fairy wine was also taken out. There are a lot of people at the banquet. Li Ting, Qianhan Niu, Qian Xiaofeng, Aohu and Xia Feng's wives, a large group of people, are so lively.

All of them are full of laughter, and they are all so true. Seeing this scene, Xia Feng's throat squirmed and wanted to say something...

"Feng, everyone is so happy today. You can drink more later." He sat beside Xia Feng and preached in a low voice. After hearing this, Xia Feng smiled and said, "I know."

"Do you think I'm a little wongy today?" Chen Nian smiled and said, "I think I'm a little yellow-faced." Xia Feng waved his hand, brushed the green silk, and said, "I already feel very happy to hear your voice. Can you say a few more words?"

"What's wrong with you today? There seems to be something wrong. Chen Nian's eyes scratched suspicion, and his little hand was on his forehead, and he asked worriedly.

Xia Feng grabbed the soft little hand and comforted him, "It's nothing. It's just a momentary sigh." Gao Peng was full of seats. Looking at the familiar smiles on the brothers' faces, Xia Feng couldn't help putting his right hand on his chest.

Although there was a smile on his face, everyone's eyes gradually blurred.

"Brother Feng, you are the landlord. Why do you have to drink the first bar first? Everyone has been summoned by you. You have to fall down today. Zhan Minggeng was the first to make a fuss, raised a glass of sake and handed it to Xia Feng. For a moment, everyone began to make a fuss, and even Chen Niannian signaled to let Xia Feng drink it.

Xia Feng slowly got up, covered his chest, took the wine, and pressed his palm slightly. His voice suddenly said with a touch of melancholy, "It's good to see you again."

"I always thought that I might not be able to see everyone. Although I am perseverant, I firmly believe that I can come back and have fun with everyone. But... people always have times of hesitation and distrust, and now... I see the familiar faces of you one by one, branded in my mind. Whether it's my wife or brother. They all have smiling faces, still so familiar smiling faces, with kindness. I didn't expect to see you beside me with my own eyes. Xia Feng's voice was a little choked. He took a deep breath and looked at everyone...

When crossing the disaster, no matter how painful it was, even if my whole body was broken, there was only one breath left, and no tear fell down. In the years, when he suffered hardships, Xia Feng was heartbroken and tears did not fall.

The fog face was shocked: "How can you see through my second fantasy!! How can it be? What kind of treasure of heaven and earth do you have? After a moment of confusion in Xia Feng's eyes, he understood that he was afraid that he had just accidentally entered the fantasy world.

Fortunately, there is an emperor's sword protection, otherwise, it's really... Xia Fengqing couldn't help trembling. Looking at the foggy face, Xia Feng's eyes flashed a sharp light. When he raised his hand, a cyan light converged into his fingers, which immediately stuck to the middle of his eyebrows.

The originally psychedelic eyes suddenly woke up.

"Open it for me!" Xia Feng showed a vast fairy power on his body, and the gray space was immediately dispersed clean. The red gold thunder in Dantian was forced to extract a trace of thunder by the divine consciousness.

The most feared thing about such a foggy face is thunder. It seems that they can control the thunder, but they can't bear the power of the thunder. After all, they are just puppets of heaven.

The existence of not heaven is equivalent to the existence of ghosts.

A wisp of gray fog was forced out of Xia Feng's eyebrows, and the bloody array outside his body had blocked the red gold thunder. It seems that these things have been going on for a long time, but in fact, it's just a moment.

The fog outline was forced out by Xia Feng's divine space, and the other party immediately wanted to escape. How could Xia Feng give him this opportunity? Without saying a word, when he raised his hand, Sanwei Zhenhuo followed him. The fog's big face and fear spit out a cloudy fire. After the two collated and offset each other, they replied to Convenience: "Xia Feng, I admit that you did win this thunderstorm. But if you want to kill me, is it a dream? I am the puppet of heaven, unless the law does not allow me. A fairy, if you want to kill me, you are a dream!"

"If I don't allow you, how can the law dare to allow you to become a disaster in the three worlds?" Xia Feng opened his eyes, his tired body, only his eyes were as bright as stars, and his foggy face laughed. The three real fire swept over his body, but found that the burning was nothingness, and he could not capture his own body at all.

"He actually wants to kill the slave of heaven!" Someone saw this scene, and the hair stood upside down!

Crazy!! In ancient times, many monks were in front of the slaves of the way of heaven. The one was not trembling, and it was like today. This son actually wanted to kill even the heavenly slaves, which was so crazy.

Neither the red sun fire nor the power of the fusion of yin and yang can hit the fog outline. The other party is like a ghost at a glance, constantly swaying in front of Xia Feng's eyes, full of pride and rampantness.

Seeing the one-style fairy art has no effect on it. Xia Feng's face became more and more gloomy, with a cold smile on the corners of his mouth and said, "I said, I don't allow you. How dare heaven tolerate you?"

The emperor's sword, which had been suppressing in Dantian, was buzzing, and a trace of imperial power was forced by the summer wind. The Qi family and too many people exist in the distance. If the emperor's sword is revealed, I'm afraid the shock caused will put him in a more dangerous position.

At the moment when Diwei appeared, the fogy outline seemed to feel the frightening Diwei. The fog rolled and almost burst. He looked at Xia Feng in front of him in fear and said, "What is the power that just flowed in your body?" After saying that, he kept retreating backwards.

"This is the third time!"

"If I don't allow you! Heavenly way, how dare I tolerate you??!"