Chapter 2139: Framed (1/2)
Chapter 2139: Framed
That Yingbin didn't take Yang Teng's words seriously, he was also the cultivation base of the Saint King Realm, and the highest cultivation level of Yang Teng's line was only the cultivation level of the Saint King Realm. Who would dare to beat him!
As long as someone dares to do it, the guards who maintain order in the main square are not vegetarian!
The Soul Fighting Continent despised the Alliance and sent such a party to participate in the meeting. The leader would certainly not spare them lightly. He wanted to be presumptuous here, and it was almost unkempt.
Suddenly, the figure flashed.
”Slap!” Yingbin slapped his face.
The slap made him dizzy and turned three times on the spot.
”Who hit me! Who dares hit me!” With one hand covering his face, the greeter did not see who slapped him.
Located next to Yang Teng, Wu Tian snorted coldly: ”Sure enough, my cheek is thick enough. This slap made my hand a little painful.”
”It's you! You **** bastard, dare to hit me!” Yingbin's face was swollen, and this slap was really cruel.
When he saw clearly that it was an ancient saint who hit him, and he failed to make any response, the other side of the face was swollen, too shameful!
Who are these people, those in power from various continents, and the powerful in the surrounding area.
In front of so many people, he was slapped in the face. It was not him who was ashamed. It was the loss of the Anti-Qing League and the face of the lord!
”You're looking for death!” Yingbin was furious, and flew towards Wu Tian.
”Old Wu keep it away, don't kill him, on the other side of the house, you have to give the master a little face.” Yang Teng said calmly.
Wu Tian laughed loudly: ”The commander can rest assured, his subordinates are determined!”
Staring at Yingbin's figure, seeing Yingbin pounce in front of him, Wu Tian raised his big foot, ”Go back!”
This kick is very accurate, kicking it on the belly of Yingbin.
”Bang!” Yingbin flew out backwards, his slightly fat body fell to the ground and rolled back several times before stopping his body shape.
”Not good! Leader Wang was killed!”
”It's murdered, someone is making trouble!”
The welcoming guest lay motionless on the ground, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
The welcomers who were welcoming guests around, and the guards who were in charge of maintaining order rushed over shouting.
Wu Tian turned and returned to Yang Teng's side. He started with a sense of measure. This kick hurt the Yingbin, leaving him unconscious, but it would not hurt his life.
Following Yang Teng's team of hundreds, all the cultivators were shocked. They said that the leader was cruel, and his subordinates were so cruel. This is the territory of the Anti-Yellow League. If you are such a ruthless hand, you are not afraid of revenge.
The guards reacted quickly and immediately surrounded Yang Teng and his party.
”Don't move around, put down the weapon in your hand!” A monk who looked like a leader shouted loudly, letting Yang Teng and his party arrest them.
”Prepare to fight!” Wu Tian immediately issued an order. He didn't care where it was. Any monk who dared to offend his master Yang Teng must be severely punished.
The squad of one hundred people was almost like a conditioned reflex. They lined up the battle formation with a sword in hand, and confronted the guards.
When such a big event happened, all the other guests stopped moving and looked over here one after another.
”What's the background of that group? They are so courageous. With such a poor strength, they dare to provoke the Anti-Cyan League. I'm tired of life.”
”They definitely don't know the strength of the Anti-Cyan League.”
”It's not necessarily, maybe they are a direct disciple of a super power, and they have some support behind them.”
”I don't think so. The highest cultivation level is only the monk of the Saint King realm. Which super power direct disciple travels without some quasi-emperor escort.”
The monks watching the excitement around had different opinions, guessing the origin of Yang Teng's identity.
”I'm afraid you all guessed wrong. Just now I accidentally heard that the monk of the Saint King realm who led the team came from the Soul Dou continent. Don't you know what happened in the Soul Dou continent a few months ago.”
”Fighting Continent cultivator? The old man's news is blocked, and I really don't know what happened to the Continent of Souls. Hurry up and listen.”
Conqueror Continent is remote, coupled with the small scale of Conqueror Continent, seldom attracts people's attention. Many people really don't know what happened a few months ago.
The well-informed person immediately told what happened in the Contra continent.
”It's a pity, this Saint King Realm cultivator is young and has an infinitely promising future, so he mistaken himself.”
”Who can say no? At his age, his cultivation is in the realm of the Holy King. I can't say that he is the youngest monk of the Holy King in the fantasy world. I am afraid that few people can compare with him because of his talent and potential. Because of this, his heart swelled, and he didn't even pay attention to the anti-cyan alliance, but in the end it brought himself a murderous disaster.
Many people were full of emotion, admiring Yang Teng's talent and potential, and criticizing Yang Teng for being young and energetic and not calm enough to deal with things.
Regarding these discussions around, Yang Teng didn't mind.