Chapter 1481 (1/2)

Yang Feng's eyes stared at an expert standing in front. He saw the man wearing half a black mask and could only see half his face.

His face is like a zombie, very stiff, but his eyes are particularly empty, as if they can see through everything.

In particular, the smell emitted from him gives people a gloomy feeling, as if standing by the cold pool, as if standing on the abyss.

In his hand was an old Scepter with nine rings, and on its head was a black skull.

He should be Wuya, the legendary tomb digger.

”I'm Yang Feng. Are you Wu ya?”

Yang Feng looked at each other calmly. Although he introduced himself and asked Wu Ya's name, he didn't seem very respectful.

Because Yang Feng knows that even being respectful is useless.

The other party came here to negotiate interests with him, so there is no need to be polite.

”Yes, I am Wu ya.”

Wu Ya nodded coldly, with a defiant expression and some displeasure, because Yang Feng called his name directly when he saw him. He didn't kneel down or come out to meet him respectfully.

”Lord Wu ya, yes, he is Yang Feng, the leader of Pudu gate. I know him, ha ha.”

At the back of the crowd, long Bowen is smiling and excited. He knows that people like Wu ya have a bad character. If they don't agree, they will fight. Yang Feng is dead this time.

As soon as Yang Feng dies, the Purdue gate will be finished. Dingjun city will be headless. Wu ya, a super figure, certainly doesn't like Dingjun city. Maybe it's also possible to give Dingjun city to him. Thinking about it, long Baiwen has a feeling of floating.

Just when he was proud, Yang Feng's cold eyes looked like a sword.

Long bowed his head immediately and dared not look directly at Yang Feng.

”Yang Feng, I came here today because I had something important to discuss with you.” Wu Ya said seriously.

”Visitors are guests. Since you are here, please come in and discuss in the hall.” Yang Feng said casually.

WOW!

With the pace of Wuya, the nine rings on his Scepter sounded like silver bells.

This voice is breathtaking. The Buddha comes from the distant sky and seems to come from the ear.

With a wave of Yang Feng's hand, the sound of the nine silver bells disappeared.

The other party is not nice. He will show his prestige when he comes, but Yang Feng is still calm. He wants to see the purpose of Wu Ya's coming here, and then decide.

”Come and arrange a place for many of Wu Ya's disciples to rest.” Yang Feng ordered.

”No need.”

Wu Ya's cold voice said, ”my disciples have long been used to sleeping in the open air, and I won't meet you for long. Let them wait outside.”

”OK, please.”

Yang Feng stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

With a scepter, Wu ya, like an ancient wizard, entered the Purdue gate with Yang Feng, while his 360 disciples still stood quietly outside the Purdue gate.

In the wind, the 360 disciples were like ice sculptures.

Even Yang Feng was impressed by the 360 disciples. These masters never moved from beginning to end. They seemed petrified, and everyone was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere. They couldn't see through their accomplishments and realm.

Before entering the hall, Wu Ya looked back at the disciples behind him and said seriously, ”wait here patiently for a few minutes and listen to my orders.”

”Yes.”

”Yes.”

Many disciples nodded one after another. They knew what master meant. Master wanted to cooperate with Yang Feng. If Yang Feng agreed, it would be OK. If Yang Feng didn't agree, it would be razed to the ground immediately.

”Ha ha!”

Long Baiwen was overjoyed and said proudly, ”Lord Wuya, I'm willing to be at your disposal at any time. In short, as long as Lord Wuya gives you an order, I'm willing to go through fire and water, even if it's a sea of fire and knife.”

However, Wu Ya didn't even look at him

……

In the hall!

Yang Feng, sister-in-law Baiyue and Wu Ya sat on three chairs respectively.

The room was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. The space seemed to solidify. It was cold and uncomfortable. It might be because of long-term access to ancient tombs and long-term contact with darkness. Therefore, there was a strong smell of death on Wu ya.

Yang Feng is really not used to being with such people, because the spirit of death is too heavy and the spirit of gloom is too heavy.

”Wu ya, you came to me from the depths of the ancient curse country. There must be something important to discuss. Say, what can I do for you?”

Yang Feng is neither hostile nor respectful to Wu ya. Everything is very plain and natural!

Though he would fight with the ancient cursed country sooner or later, as Wutong leaves said, there is no loyalty in this kind of man, so long as he can give him the benefits he wants, even if he betrays the king of the ancient curse.

”I don't like others when I talk.”

Wu ya, sitting on the chair, heard a cold and gloomy voice.

Sister-in-law is a little embarrassed. The other party doesn't welcome herself.