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The two looked at the sky like they were fools.

Just waiting and waiting, they actually waited for them.

After receiving the first summons, Feng Feiwen set off directly.

It wasn't because the blood coral was really so valuable that he could stand out for Liu Sitong, but because he could not sit still because he was a hopeful and demon warrior with the strength of the heavenly blood realm.

But when he was already on the way, he received a summons again: the other party only slashed and beat Liu Sitong until he was breathless.

Feng Feiwen realized that he had still underestimated the demon slayer, so he quickened his pace.

Perhaps Zhang Ping never imagined that the conflict between the Demon Slayer and other people in Midtown would go so deep.

A person like Feng Feiwen, who is in charge of the entire department, heard the news about him and went out in person.

Feng Feiwen, who was in the Dominant Realm and Great Perfection, flew all the way from the sky, and followed the aura fluctuations just now to find this place.

When the people from the legal department saw their immediate boss arrived, they quickly dragged Liu Sitong, who was only breathing in but not venting, to hide behind Feng Feiwen.

Feng Feiwen looked at the old and the young in front of him, his eyes narrowed.

As an orthodox official in charge of Midtown, Feng Feiwen can be said to have stood at the upper echelons of Midtown.

And his domineering and perfect strength also allows him to gain a lot of respect when he walks outside.

However, the two people in front of them didn't have any awe or fear in their eyes. This was a situation he hadn't encountered for a long, long time.

Glancing at Liu Sitong who was bleeding all over, Feng Feiwen casually threw a few pills to his subordinates.

The subordinates took the elixir with a strong medicinal fragrance to live in the water, and carefully poured it into Liu Sitong's mouth.

The wounds on his body gradually healed, and Liu Sitong's already pale face gradually returned to blood.

Looking up and not looking at him anymore, Feng Feiwen looked serious, but his heart was heavy.

Being able to beat Liu Sitong like this is obviously not an ordinary stunned young man.

Then they really don't take themselves seriously.

An unknown fire surged in Feng Feiwen's heart.

All the people in the Exorcist were extremely arrogant, even this little hope was so defiant.

Different from Liu Sitong's state, which was accumulated by relying on family resources, Feng Feiwen's domineering success is a real combat power.

Feng Feiwen's whole body was filled with momentum, and the threat of the Great Perfection of the Dominant Realm spread out immediately, causing the gravel on the ground to vibrate accordingly.

However, it only took two breaths, and the aura was directly dissipated by Feng Feiwen.

Because the boy's expression was too calm.

Even the bearded middle-aged man behind him didn't have much fluctuation on his face.

Feng Feiwen knew in his heart that the acme of martial arts in Zhongcheng was the Dao habitat.

Apart from Si Zijin, the city lord and the heads of several giant families, his Dominance Realm Dzogchen is the pinnacle of combat power under Dao Sheng.

But that unmistakable aura couldn't make the person in front of him frown, Feng Feiwen only felt that these two people were not simple.

Zhang Ping did not feel any fluctuations in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

That's it?

Not to mention Zhang Ping beheaded the Taoist Demon King and blocked Huang Gu's attack, even Song Heng in the astral state was more imposing than the man in front of him.

And the great elder didn't practice martial arts, so he didn't understand the so-called imposing manner at all. He just thought that he was loud and mighty, but he was still far behind his own young master.

It comes from the blind worship of Zhang Ping by a handsome middle-aged man.

Feng Feiwen took the initiative to dissipate his momentum, thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

According to the action of his legal department, if the charges are confirmed, they can be executed on the spot, and if they are suspected, they will be taken back for interrogation.

And the demon warrior in front of him obviously cannot be captured directly.

The saying that the longer you live, the more you fear death is absolutely true when it comes to Feng Feiwen.

He couldn't see through the strength of the person in front of him, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

He and Liu Sitong have one thing in common, that is, they think that this son must be the trump card for the secret training of the Exorcist.

Although he didn't know how this trump card slipped out and brought an ordinary person with him, Feng Feiwen's purpose became clear in an instant.

Just because of his extreme indifference and indifference when he met himself, Feng Feiwen had already sentenced Zhang Ping to death in his heart.

This son cannot be kept, even if he is not sure to kill him, he must be brought back!

Every bit of growth of the Demon Slayer is a threat to them.

There was a cold light in Feng Feiwen's eyes, but it was fleeting.

Putting on the face of an upright expert, he walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back.

It seems that the leader is very satisfied with his subordinates, and observes while getting close.

The alarm sounded in Zhang Ping's mind long ago.

The krypton-filled Qingyuan Shenzhan raised Zhanxin to the level of ignoring the realm.

The malice towards Zhang Ping in Feng Feiwen's heart made the big knife in his consciousness vibrate, making a buzzing sound.

Slowly pacing, Feng Feiwen, who was immersed in the performance, did not notice that Zhang Ping's eyes were already showing some ferocity.

"This little brother looks a bit unfamiliar. When did you enter the Demon Division?"

Feng Feiwen's thick voice and upright expression made him act like a kind leader.

If it wasn't for Zhan Xin restlessly reminding himself, Zhang Ping almost really thought that this person was a good person.

"You belong to the Liu family too?"

Too lazy to make excuses with him, Zhang Ping asked immediately.

Feng Feiwen was taken aback, smiled and shook his head.

"I'm not from the Liu family." He wanted to pat Zhang Ping on the shoulder as he said it, but he shun-po dodged it.

Feng Feiwen didn't care, and continued with his performance.

"I am the director of the Legal Affairs Department, Feng Feiwen. The one you injured is my subordinate, Liu Sitong."

"I don't care what he is like. After all, the fist of the strong is the only truth, are you right?"

With his hands behind his back, Feng Feiwen straightened his back and showed Zhang Ping a charming smile.

"However, it is against the law to injure people in a busy city. Even if you are a magician, you have to obey the law, right?"

Feng Feiwen had a smile on his face, and his tone of voice was also cadenced.

It even grasped the core as soon as it came up.

Has Zhang Ping committed a crime?

He made a mistake, he did hurt someone in the downtown area.

But what about the first move from Liu Sicun?

Did not say.

Zhang Ping nodded, not agreeing with what he said, but praising in his heart: "As expected of a legal professional, this set of villains sues first for fun."

And following Feng Feiwen's performance, the group of subordinates who were hiding behind were all lying on the ground, howling incessantly.

Those crying for their fathers and mothers seemed like Zhang Ping chopped off their thighs.

It was originally a busy city, and around the block that Liu Sicun had cleared, people who didn't know why gathered separately.

Feng Feiwen nodded in satisfaction, the audience was all present.

"The world is getting worse, and people's hearts are not ancient!"

"The majestic Exorcist is a talented person, but he is so vicious!"

"The Exorcist doesn't want to eliminate demons, but he treats his compatriots like this!"

"What should you do!"