"Zhao Fang?"


    Zhao Guangming, the head of the Zhao family, looked at the young man walking step by step, and his eyes were surprised.


    He has heard of it for a long time.


    The super dark horse that killed Zhao Yuanzong and even Zhao Yuanhao is a younger generation.


    There are many guesses about Zhao Fang''s image in his heart.


    But after actually seeing it.


    He was still surprised by Zhao Fang''s appearance.


    "He should not be seventeen years old. He killed the seven star Wu Zun?"


    The elder of Zhao family once told him about the fire outside the city.


    But Zhao Guangming never believed it. He felt that the elder of Zhao family exaggerated the truth.


    After all.


    In the clan meeting a few days ago, Zhao Fang was forced into a desperate situation by Zhao Yuanhao and almost wanted to be killed!


    Finally, he killed Zhao Yuanhao with external force.


    At that time, his strength was only eight star Wuzong.


    How is it possible to have cultivation accomplishments that can kill the seven star Wu Zun in just a few days?


    He had hardly heard of such a situation.


    Therefore, his heart has always maintained great doubt about it.


    But somehow.


    After seeing Zhao Fang, he felt the calm breath of the other party, and he suddenly believed the words of the elder of Zhao family.


    "You are Zhao Fang?"


    Elder black ink had sharp eyes, his eyes were like a sword, condescending, looking down at Zhao Fang, and said word by word, "the younger generation who killed Grand Master yuan''s nephew?"


    Zhao fangniao didn''t bird him, but looked at Zhao Zhengfeng and Zhao Mei.


    "Fang''er, why are you here! Go! The old man in ink robe is Heimo, one of the seven elders of Tianhe sword sect. He''s coming for you. Go, go!"


    When Zhao Zhengfeng saw Zhao Fang appear, he had nothing to worry about and wanted to die. He looked anxious and roared.


    Looking at Zhao Zhengfeng, who was scarred and haggard and almost unrecognized by him, Zhao felt cold in his eyes, and his cold killing intention condensed in his eyes, "Grandpa, how can you be so insecure about your grandson? It''s just an elder of Tianhe sword sect. Your grandson can be killed by raising his hand. Just watch and see how I can avenge you!"


    With that, his cold eyes looked at Zhao Guangming and fell on Zhao Wanyue behind him.


    "Untie!"


    Zhao Fang orders them indifferently.


    The cold evil spirit twined around the two people and oppressed them.


    Their faces changed greatly. They hesitated a little. When they were about to step, a cold drink came from their ears.


    "I don''t see who dares!"


    Zhao Guangming sneered and glanced at them with a threatening look. His expression was cold: "if you want to think clearly, if you step wrong, you will fall into an irreparable state!"


    At the same time, Zhao Guangming''s momentum was released, and the four-star wuzun''s peak momentum swept out. He looked at Zhao Fang provocatively.


    "Untie!"


    Zhao Fang ignored him and just looked at Zhao Wanyue.


    A little hesitation, in Zhao Guangming''s cold eyes, Zhao Wanyue took a step forward.


    When the elder of Zhao family saw Zhao Wanyue stepping and looking up, he also saw Zhao Fang''s cold face and felt like falling into an ice cellar.


    In his mind, Zhao put the fierce scene of killing the seven star Wu Zun in the burning fire outside the city. He couldn''t help shaking in his heart. Without hesitation, he followed Zhao Wanyue.


    "You are really nice. You really give me the face of the head of the Zhao family. You are a dignified hidden elder and the head of the nine elders of the Zhao family. You are so humble that you obey the orders of a branch junior!"


    Zhao Guangming laughed angrily. "Well, since you don''t respect yourself and defile your duties, you don''t deserve to be the ancestor respected by my Zhao children. Go to death!"


    He grasped with both hands, and a dark light flashed in the storage ring. The dark light formed in his palm and turned into a rough war knife. On the war knife, a dragon was engraved, teeth and claws were open, pointing to heaven and earth, full of evil spirit.


    Zhao Guangming was holding the Dragon Sabre in his hand and his momentum was soaring. At this moment, he exuded a momentum no weaker than the five-star Wu Zun.


    Seeing Zhao Guangming take out the Dragon Sabre, Zhao Wanyue and the elder of the Zhao family all changed their faces. "Zhao Guangming, do you want all the powerful people of the Zhao family to die? If you kill us, how can the Zhao family resist the prying eyes of other families?"


    "Hehe, Zhao Wanyue, don''t you think that the Zhao people have no martial respect except you? You really think highly of yourself."


    Zhao Guangming sneered, "as one of the three families in the flaming country, our Zhao family has a deep heritage. Is it so easy to cut off the inheritance?"


    It seems to echo Zhao Guangming''s words.


    When Zhao Guangming''s voice fell, two powerful waves of true force suddenly came out of the Zhao family''s courtyard.


    "Five star wuzun! How is it possible!"


    Zhao Wanyue''s pretty face has changed greatly. She never thought that there was a strong man of five-star wuzun in the Zhao family in addition to herself.


    "Hum, you two shameless things actually give up the pride of the clan and grovel to a branch junior. It really shames the clan. In that case, all of you will die for your clan leader!"


    Zhao Guangming holds a Dragon Sabre and is overbearing. After announcing the fate of Zhao Wanyue and Zhao Wanyue, he doesn''t hesitate to cut them off with a knife. He wants to kill all the two guys who disgrace the Zhao family!


    "Zhao Fang, help me!"


    Zhao Wanyue is also a four-star martial master, but somehow, under Zhao Guangming''s Dragon Sabre, she didn''t have the slightest desire to resist. When she saw a knife cut, she immediately lost her face and asked Zhao Fang for help.


    The same is true of the great elder of the Zhao family next to him.


    "If the patriarch wants you to die, you must die. No one can save you!"


    Zhao Guangming hums coldly. The light of the knife is as fast as lightning. He brings a touch of cold and Su knife Qi and approaches Zhao Wanyue.


    "Really?"


    A dull voice sounded.


    But Zhao let go.


    He slowly stretched out his palm and moved very slowly, but at the next moment, he appeared before Zhao Guangming''s blade.


    In the eyes of Zhao Wanyue, the unstoppable Dao mang was caught by Zhao Fang''s two fingers at will.


    "I really don''t understand. Why do you dare to speak wildly with such a small skill? Is it a dog''s strength?"


    Zhao Fang looked at the old man in black behind him with a smile, and his eyes filled with banter.


    "This, how is this possible!"


    Zhao Guangming looked at it foolishly, and his face showed an incredible color.


    The old man in black robe had no expression on his face, but in his heart, he set off a storm.


    He can break the Dragon Sabre with his two fingers, but he can''t write freehand like Zhao Fang.


    "Isn''t he an eight star Wuzong? When did he become a wuzun? Moreover, with this skill alone, he is at least a five-star wuzun!"


    Black ink was shocked, and all kinds of contempt for Zhao Fang turned into nothing at this moment.


    even to the extent that.


    He noticed a very dangerous smell on Zhao Fang.


    The strong breath is his seven star Wu Zun. At the moment of feeling, he also has a sense of panic!