Chapter 1691： prestige (2/2)
Leng Wufeng's heart was slightly cold, and his face was as heavy as water.
The emperor Tang Haotian was extremely powerful. He had personally coached him. He is the same as the **** of heaven and the difference between clouds and mud. Now he has built a six-fold increase, and maybe he can compete with him.
The strength of Chu Li is beyond imagination. He still looked down on him, so he took the initiative to test one or two, not to mention that Chu Li's response was so intense that he would be in the forbidden palace without any fear.
Chu Liheng whispered: ”Your Majesty, my patience is limited. The next time I will provoke, I blame me for going straight. I will first clean up the Leng Clan's dislike, and then talk to me!”
”Do you dare!” Leng Wufeng drank.
Chu Li chuckled: ”I dare you, Your Majesty can try it.”
He said that suddenly disappeared.
Leng Wufeng looked at a messy imperial garden and looked at where Chu Li disappeared. He suddenly stomped and the ground exploded. Chu Li was flattened to a previous place, and all the flowers and plants disappeared.
He gasped heavily, his face flushed drunk.
More than a dozen forbidden palace guards came in, purple shirts fluttered, and their faces were stunned.
They all knew what had just happened, but they didn't dare to come in. When God started, they appeared to be dead.
”Your Majesty ...” Everyone saluted with fists.
Leng Wufeng gritted his teeth and waved his hand, ”Go out!”
”Yes.” The crowd backed away, leaving the garden quietly under their feet.
Leng Wufeng walked in the dilapidated imperial garden, suddenly turned his head to look at the void.
The monk emerged slowly, and together he gave a gift: ”Have your majesty be angry.”
”Huh, the master has a good plan.” Leng Wufeng snorted: ”Withdraw when it matters.”
”If the old lady did not pull away, it would really inspire the killing of the Chu donor. The two of us are afraid ...” He shook his head and said, ”I never thought that the cultivation of the Chu donor had reached such a state.”
He is also very knowledgeable. When he was young, he traveled around the world like a circle of law. He never encountered such a character as Chu Li. He is obviously a master of heaven and earth, but he is not afraid of gods and can kill them.
Leng Wufeng hummed: ”He dare not kill!”
”Why does Your Majesty deceive herself ~ ~ The Ming Monk shook his head:” The old Majesty did not believe that His Majesty did not feel the intention of the Chu donor. ”
”Huh!” Leng Wufeng shook his hand: ”Is it possible, let Chu Li run rampant in this world?”
”The Chu donor's indifferent heart is indeed a blessing of life, and His Majesty does not provoke him.” The Ming Monk frowned. ”The old lady is worried about another person, the rival of the Chu donor, the Song leader of the Changsheng religion.”
”Isn't he already beaten back?” Leng Wufeng said.
The clear monk shook his head: ”What kind of character is the ancestor of the Song religion master? His majesty must know that the Song religion has mainly restored its ancestor scenery, which is a catastrophe in the world!”
”What do you want?” Leng Wufeng said.
The clear monk said: ”Your Majesty still pay the Chu donor well, in case the Song leader hits our season, it is better to be strong.”
”Good job with him?” Leng Wufeng frowned.
The clear monk smiled suddenly: ”The Taoist ideal among them must know that the oldest one will stop talking and go first!”
He said suddenly disappeared.
Leng Wufeng is a person with a cool heart and no affection but only interests. It is the purest emperor's heart. As long as it is beneficial to the throne and Leng's mountains, he will do it even if he loses face.
He believes that Leng Wufeng will cheek away with Chu and repair the crack.
This is the blessing of the big season, and he can be considered a success.