Chapter 1147 (1/2)
Shooting is a very simple problem.
However, after taking the shot, Zifeng couldn't help worrying about the following problems. The object of worry is not themselves, but the people in the small fishing village.
A common disposition of bad people is that they have no humanity and are black and white.
What's more, what happened today is in full view of the public. If you inquire a little, the name of the small fishing village will be excavated. At that time, Zifeng will not bear the anger of the sea demon group, but the innocent fishermen in the small fishing village. It is a place that Zifeng can't tolerate.
Once the muddy water has been waded, it must be waded until there is no way to wade!
Under a huge leafy tree, Zifeng lay quietly in the shade, and his thoughts suddenly became complicated
After a few months, Zifeng escaped from Fuzong safely, but what about the others? Lin xuanke, Tang Yun, LAN Xian, how are they? Whether the evacuation of Tianzhou Wu family is smooth and whether it has fallen into the eyes of people with intentions?
Because of the news of Trident and strange animals, how did Xuantian receive the favor of the sect? Can Haoran college withstand the anger of those people?
Coincidentally, just when Zifeng was worried.
The morning light was light, but a group of uninvited guests came to Haoran college surrounded by smoke.
The tranquil atmosphere was broken again, but this time, there were no sects or four palaces, just Kunlun mountain!
Zifeng's cruel words left by Fuzong no doubt shook the sect and the four palaces. What happened that day was transformed into thousands of versions and circulated in the land of the sect. Fu zongwuzifeng's name, like a flaming flame, has become a talented youth described in the population.
Even if the four palaces and the sect still have an attempt on the Trident, it will not be as blatant as Kunlun Mountain, but secretly send someone to the boundless forest to explore everything.
A young man's anger may be understandable, but what if that young man is the heir of the sea god?
Where there is a trident, it must be the place of the sea temple ten thousand years ago. Will there be less treasure there?
Above the hall of the college, an old man sat high on the first seat, expressionless, just looking at nearly 100 presidents, elders and teachers in front of him
After a long time, Chen Zhenxing stood up and said respectfully, ”the elder of Kunlun Mountain bent down to Haoran college and made the college shine.”
Kunlun Mountain, three words, is a sacred place in every warrior's heart, a place that can't be reached even with his eyes. Of course, this view is from the past, not now.
After Chen Zhenxing finished, Zhang Feng also complimented. The comers are likely to be the strong martial saint. The whole Haoran college will turn into ruins when breathing. How can they not be careful.
What's more, Wu Zifeng, an asshole, got into trouble outside and ran away. Can they follow?
Sitting high in the first seat, Shui Qianqiu's face is still silent. After Zifeng escaped, shuiqianqiu, a martial saint, stayed for another week. Then, under the pressure of public opinion, he rolled back to Kunlun mountain like a dog.
Laugh. Will there be less waiting? Even if he was hiding in the cave, the noise of the outside world was enough to drown him. In all desperation, Shui Qianqiu was forced to leave Kunlun Mountain and rush to Xuantian, not for anything else, but to leave Kunlun Mountain, hoping to find the sea temple and be ashamed before the snow!