Chapter 220: Kneeling and Apologizing, Having an Outburst "My beloved grandson wanted the spirit of your Feng family because I thought highly of you. But you didn't know what was good for you. Not only did you refuse to hand over the spirit, you even dared to hurt my beloved grandson. You really turned against Tian Gang." Wang Ai said aggressively, "Especially that little bastard named Jin. He's just an adopted son, but he dares to hit my grandson? Who does he think he is? He's a bastard who came from nowhere, a slave of the slave generation, not even worthy of carrying my grandson's shoes!" "Wang Ai, what do you want?" Feng Zhenghao suppressed his anger and said in a cold voice. "Feng Zhenghao, I won't make it difficult for you. Just ask your adopted son to come over and kowtow to my grandson and apologize, and then we'll let this matter go. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to the Tianxia Society!" Wang Ai said threateningly. Seeing that his beloved great-grandson was injured, Wang Ai was extremely angry this time. He came to cause trouble with the intention of venting his anger on his great-grandson. "Is Mr. Wang so confident that he can deal with our Tianxiahui?" Feng Zhenghao pushed his glasses and asked in a cold voice.
"What do you think your Tianxiahui is? You keep talking about famous sects all the time and you really think you are someone important. Let me tell you, it's useless!" Wang Ai waved his hand and said loudly, "A group of young idiots make up a force. Even if they have more people, what good is that? Once they start, my Wang family will turn your Tianxiahui into dust within three days." He had inquired about the news of Tianxiahui. In Wang Ai's opinion, Tianxiahui was just an empty shell with a strong appearance but a weak inside. Although it looked large in number and had a strong momentum, its members were actually relatively young and their strength was weak. Compared with his Wang family, it was like heaven and earth. He could solve the problem anytime he wanted. There was silence in the room. Feng Zhenghao remained silent. Naturally, he did not think that his own Tianxiahui was just an empty shell. People of their own knew their own business. With the screening method of the Medicine Immortal Society, over the past decade or so, the Tianxia Society has discovered many good talents from ordinary people. These young people who have just joined the sect are highly talented and improve quickly. After more than ten years of hard training, they have already possessed considerable combat power. Even though its members are younger now, Tianxiahui is definitely qualified to compete with the famous and upright sects. However, being able to fight does not mean that one can win the battle. The Tianxiahui is indeed not prepared to fight the Wang family. If they launch an attack at this time, they will definitely suffer heavy losses. Tianxiahui is Feng Zhenghao's life's work, so he has to consider it carefully. Compared to turning against the Wang family immediately, he would rather stabilize the other party first and then deal a fatal blow. But because of the previous match, Wang Ai, whose grandson was injured, had obviously lost his mind. In addition, he despised the Tianxia Association. If he didn't give him an explanation, the other party would probably really take action. But give an explanation? Feng Zhenghao immediately rejected this idea. Ren Feng is not the kind of person who would tolerate being wronged. Based on his understanding of his adopted son, let alone asking him to kowtow and apologize to Wang Bing, just letting him know of this request would make the boy beat Wang Bing up on the spot.
By then there will be no room for maneuver. Therefore, this method will definitely not work. After thinking for a while, Feng Zhenghao made a decision. He bent his knees and knelt on the ground with a plop. "Huh?" Wang Ai was stunned when he saw this scene. "Feng Zhenghao, what are you doing?" "Senior, I was ignorant of my own limitations. I have always been indebted to the Wang family without realizing it. I was so proud of being called one of the Ten Lords that I thought I could be on an equal footing with the seniors!" Feng Zhenghao's face was filled with regret. "Now, I have come to my senses. I hope you can show mercy and let my Feng family go!" "What? Are you determined to protect that little bastard and not let him apologize to my Bing'er? Wang Ai narrowed his eyes. Every sentence he spoke only of the Feng family, without mentioning kneeling to apologize, which showed that Feng Zhenghao had made up his mind. "My son has been stubborn since he was young. He doesn't even listen to me. If I ask him to apologize, I'm afraid he will be resentful and offend you, young master." Feng Zhenghao said sincerely. "Why don't I let my son go and apologize to you, Master?" "In terms of status and position, I am still above my son, which is enough to calm your anger." "If your young master has any dissatisfaction, I am willing to repay it as well." "Alright! Feng Zhenghao, I asked your adopted son to kowtow and apologize, but you turned the tables on me instead." Wang Ai thought he had seen through the other party's plan, and he sneered a few times. "You think that since you have some status in the alien world, if you surrender on your own initiative, I will not be embarrassed and will not have to kowtow to apologize?" "I'm telling you, don't try that! Don't think you can threaten me just by kneeling down once." "Who do you think you are? How dare you boss me around? Don't you want to take your place as your adopted son? Fine! I'll help you do that!" As he spoke, Wang Ai slammed his cane on the floor and looked down at Feng Zhenghao. "You must kowtow and apologize. Either your adopted son or you yourself, no matter if you are old or young, one of you must go and kowtow to my son." "If you can't do it, I will destroy your Tianxiahui!" The old man's voice was cold, like the final judgment. Hearing this, Feng Zhenghao remained calm, without any disturbance on his face. After a while, he spoke, "Your Wang family has done a great favor to my Feng family. Since you have mentioned it, I will do as you say." "I will prepare a gift and then kowtow to you to apologize." Wang Ai was a little surprised. He didn't expect Feng Zhenghao to be so determined. He would protect the kid named Jin Renfeng even if he had to kowtow and kneel down. This made him very confused. He was just an adopted son. Even if he became his son-in-law in the future, he was still an outsider. How could he be worth such efforts? squeak- The sound of door hinges turning was heard, and the old wooden door was slowly pushed open. "Godfather, how is Xingtong's injury?"
A man's voice came from the door. "Oops!" Hearing this familiar name, Feng Zhenghao felt something was wrong without turning back. Once Ren Feng finds out about this, he will definitely make a fuss immediately, and by then, all his previous pretense and flattery will be in vain. Thinking of this, he quickly stood up and tried to avoid the sight of the person coming. However, it was too late. The tall man walked into the room, and his eyes immediately fell on Feng Zhenghao and Wang Ai. "Adoptive father?" Seeing his foster father kneeling on the ground, the man's body froze instantly. The next moment, boundless rage ignited in his heart. My godfather was actually kneeling down to someone else! "Renfeng, listen to my explanation!" Feng Zhenghao said hurriedly. "No need to explain!" The man raised his head and fixed his eyes on the triumphant Wang Ai. "How dare this old bastard——" Jin Renfeng clenched his teeth, and the surging anger hit his reason. In the original timeline, adoptive father Feng Zhenghao did kneel down to Wang Ai, but that was when his own ability to capture spirits and dispatch generals was restrained and the Tianxiahui was not strong enough. Nowadays, the power of Tianxiahui is growing rapidly, and is no worse than the famous and upright sects. If a master like him is added, they will be able to win even more. Therefore, the adoptive father had no reason to kneel down to Wang Ai. In the current situation, it must be that the other party has some conspiracy. What a great Wang Ai from the Wang family! You really have some means! After seeing what happened on the field, Jin Renfeng attributed everything to that sinister old man. "So it's you, kid! See? This is your godfather's cowardly--" Seeing the man coming, Wang Ai sneered. However, before he could finish his words, the man not far away suddenly disappeared. A heart-pounding feeling swept through Wang Ai's body, and in the blink of an eye, a big hand suddenly appeared in front of him. die!!!! The palm of his hand kept getting bigger in his pupils, and it contained a strong murderous intent that made people's hair stand on end. The next moment, a white light shield lit up from Wang Ai's body and blocked his palm.
That is his magic weapon, which has the function of automatic defense. Given Wang Ai's status and position, although he is not familiar with refining equipment, it is not difficult for him to obtain a defensive magic weapon. Sensing that his life is threatened, the defensive magic weapon automatically takes effect even if the user does not react. Snapped-- However, in just a breath, the white light protection was burst by the big hand like a bubble. As the palm approached, the old man's facial skin was distorted by the strong wind. With the time bought by the defensive magic weapon, Wang Ai finally reacted. With a flick of his hands, two streams of water gushed out from his sleeves, enveloping his body. From a distance, it looks like a painting of flowing water drawn with a brush. The big hand continued to move forward with unabated force, hitting the torrent heavily. boom-- In an instant, a torrent of black and white exploded. As the obstacle was broken, the palm fell heavily on Wang Ai's face. boom-- Under the powerful attack, the short and fat body crashed through the wall of the wooden building and flew out. Jin Renfeng took a step forward, passed through the space door, and also came out of the house. With just a glance, he found the old man. At this moment, Wang Ai no longer had his previous arrogant look. His clothes were tattered and his fat body was lying on the ground, looking like a slug. His nose was collapsed, his face was crooked, his eyes were red, and there was blood in his mouth. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured from the previous blow. "What a pity! If it weren't for that defensive magic weapon automatically blocking you, you would have died!" Jin Renfeng walked slowly and spoke. "But it's not too late to act now!" As he said this he raised his hand. A blazing white light flickered in the palm of his hand, and lightning danced around like a spirit snake. "Damn you! Don't think that just because you sneakily injured me, you have the right to attack me!" Wang Ai struggled to get up from the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and then released three scrolls from his sleeves. The scroll unfolded out of thin air, and three pictures appeared from the scroll. Picture of a tiger descending the mountain, picture of landscape, picture of a swimming dragon.
The three scrolls have exquisite lines, are lifelike, and have a simple beauty. The only flaw is that two strokes are missing in each of these paintings. A dragon has no eyes, a tiger has no spirit, mountains and rivers have no meaning. Then, Wang Ai took out a brush and quickly made two strokes on the three scrolls. In an instant, the true Qi surged, and the three scrolls suddenly moved like living things. A dragon flew out of the scroll, turning into a size of three meters, riding the clouds. A tiger leaped out of the forest, baring its fangs and claws. Mountains and rivers appeared in the scroll, condensing into layers of rock and rapids. With three objects blocking his way, Wang Ai breathed a sigh of relief. This is the Wang family's inherited method - divine painting. When using it, one needs to temporarily draw a picture with the true Qi, and then use the drawn object to attack the enemy. Since impromptu painting is too time-consuming, this method is generally not suitable for frontal combat. Fortunately, after a long period of modification and improvement, the defects of the divine painting have been partially compensated. The two water scrolls previously used to ward off attacks were one of those methods. It was a landscape painting made using the method of talismans. When encountering a crisis, you only need to inject true Qi to instantly unleash its power. Fast starting speed and easy to use. However, correspondingly, since it is pre-drawn, its power will be slightly reduced, and at most it can only exert 80% of its power. It's good for on-the-spot response, but it's a little insufficient for actual fighting against the enemy. The "finishing touch" at the moment is another method. The true energy is condensed into the picture in the same way as with talismans, but this time the maker only drew most of the content, leaving the remaining two strokes unfinished, making it hidden. When the real battle comes, complete the remaining two strokes to unleash the full power. In this way, the speed of operation is accelerated, and the power of the scroll is guaranteed to reach 99%. Looking at the three scrolls, Jin Renfeng's eyes did not waver at all. "It's all fancy talk. If that's all you have, prepare to die!" As soon as the words fell, a streak of lightning shot out. Chi- Like a spear, the white beam of light cut through the air and hit the old man opposite. Roar-- First, a tiger with a length of ten feet rushed towards the lightning.
Snapped-- Like a balloon, the tall and mighty tiger exploded into pieces the moment it came into contact with lightning. Seeing this, Wang Ai quickly waved his hands and released the dragon and Shanshui. The dragon charged forward towards the lightning, its three-meter-long body looking like a prehistoric behemoth. However, before this bolt of lightning, its body did not serve as a barrier. As the blade passed by, the dragon's scales shattered instantly, and the dragon was split in two as if it had hit a sword, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Then, lightning struck the last mountain and water. boom-- With a loud bang, the layers of rock outlined by the brush were instantly pierced through, and even the flowing water was cut off out of thin air. In the face of the true power of heaven, the virtual mountains and rivers condensed by true Qi are ultimately tangible and without substance. Finally, the lightning column, with its undiminished power, struck Wang Ai himself who was hiding behind it. Seeing the attack coming, Wang Ai was instantly scared to death. The fact that this lightning could easily shatter his three scrolls showed that its power was far beyond his endurance limit. He is seriously injured now and if he takes this blow, he will definitely die. Wang Ai showed a look of despair. He had never thought that he would suffer a loss in front of a junior. Even though he was injured before, he just thought it was because he was ambushed. After releasing the three scrolls, he believed he had a sure win, so he never thought of dodging or hiding. But now that lightning is striking, it is too late to dodge. (End of this chapter)