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The face of the priest in white finally began to twitch. In his eyes, this oriental man who was weaker than him was so ignorant. He was still like this after being polite, so there was no need to continue being polite.

With the Holy See’s reputation in the West, no one will flatter you. This person’s strength is not weak, but if Cleo is handed over to the Holy See in exchange for a chance to be a friend, anyone would choose this way, but this person’s attitude However, this made the priest in white finally feel a little angry.

"Friends from the East, this is the West." The priest in white raised his brows in a threatening manner.

Hearing this, Mu Feng pretended to be surprised, "What do you mean, threatening me?"

The corner of the white-clothed priest's mouth slightly outlined, "If you take it as a threat, then it is a threat. I must take Cleo away."

"What if I disagree." Mu Feng's aura is not weak.

"You will regret it!" The white priest's tone became cold.

After being cold for two seconds, Mu Feng laughed loudly, "What's the matter, if you can't discuss it, you plan to rob it? The Holy See, as others said, are all deceitful people."

Mu Feng's sarcasm caused the priest in white to turn his expression to the side. He held his breath and suppressed his anger, "I'll give you another chance."

"Give it to you, uncle, roll as far as you can." After cursing, Mu Feng turned and walked towards Cleo, but just as he turned around, there was a wave of power behind him.

Mu Feng grinned, easily dodged the attacking fist, turned around and grabbed the white priest's hand, the other hand clenched into a fist, and hit his chest with a bang.

At the same time as the muffled sound, the priest in white flew upside down in an instant, fell to the ground and slid a scratch of nearly 30 meters. After he stabilized, he knelt down on one knee, his chest was full of blood, his mouth was sweet, and he took a mouthful. Blood gushed out.

impossible!

how so.

The flushed cheeks of the priest in white were filled with an expression of disbelief, clearly sensing that this person's strength was inferior to his own, why was the punch so powerful.

"Who the hell are you?" The priest in white wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly got up, his expression became serious.

Mu Feng smiled, "I'm your grandpa, good grandson, how dare you be so presumptuous after seeing your grandpa, how did that shitty Pope of the Holy See teach you?"

"You...well, very well, you will pay for it." The priest in white said gloomyly.

While speaking, the white-clothed priest did not hide anything anymore, his aura erupted suddenly, and he kicked his feet on the ground suddenly, only to see an afterimage flickering, and there were clusters of rubbing sounds in the air, and he jumped to the wood in the blink of an eye. In front of Feng, Dou Da's fist hit him with great force.

"Fighting, I like it, come and come."

Boom!

The two fists collided, and a force shot out from the two of them as the center, causing ripples in the surrounding space. At this moment, both of them stood there with their fists clinging together.

However, this state only lasted for three seconds, and another force was ejected, and it suddenly hit the white-clothed priest's chest, and the scene just now appeared again, but this time the force was stronger than before, and the ejected white-clothed priest The priest stopped only 200 meters away and crashed into two buildings.

Lyons stayed in the distance for a while, and since he came here to monitor, he has felt an aura from Mu Feng that is comparable to that of a blood prince and a wolf king. The strength of this priest in white is even more unfathomable, but what is going on now? Well, it stands to reason that the eastern man should be the one who was pushed back, but the whole situation was just the opposite.

Where the hell is this person?

Doubt, puzzlement, fear, all kinds of emotions occupied Lyons' heart at the same time.

Jill didn't have much expression on the surface, but there was a wry smile in his heart. The last time I met this person in Huaxia, I saw him kill the Marquis Ryan with my own eyes. At that time, his strength didn't seem to be so strong. Experts who surpassed the level of the prince were easily beaten away, and there was nothing impossible to happen.

"Oriental, who are you!" The priest in white rushed in again, there were too many secrets in this young man.

Is he really in it for the money?

The priest in white was not sure about this.

If it is purely for money and has such strength, it is best not to offend such a person, it may bring a lot of trouble to the Holy See, organized forces may not be afraid of each other, the most fearful thing is this A lone traveler with unknown identity and powerful strength.

"I've said it all, it's your grandpa, you're so stupid." Mu Feng was a little speechless, and turned to look at Cleo, "Okay, brother Cleo, don't pretend, you go and arrest those two, I Play slowly with him."

"Okay!" Cleo stood up, not as decadent as before, full of energy, and looked at the priest in white before leaving.

By this time, if the priest in white hadn't realized that Mufeng and Cleo were deliberately playing tricks on him, he would really be an idiot.But even at this time, his face became very ugly.

"Asshole, you're with Cleo."

Mu Feng smiled contemptuously, "Idiot."

"You..." The white priest's face was even uglier, but he was not stupid. This person and Cleo acted to deceive him, which explained a lot of problems.

First, this person has long known that he will sense the previous wave of power and will find it.

Second, this person's strength is definitely not what he felt, and he will definitely be stronger. From the very beginning, he was confident, digging a hole and waiting for him to drill, which is enough to illustrate this point.

Third, there must be some purpose for this person to lure him here, and spend so much time in performing this play.

The priest in white quickly thought of this, and he no longer lost the arrogance he had before, but appeared more cautious.

Cleo and his wife have already made people fearful, but now that there is another mysterious and powerful Oriental, it will be even more difficult to kill or capture Cleo.

"We can have a good chat, there's no need to call back and forth, you say yes." Mu Feng leisurely lit up, tilted his head, and looked at the priest in white with a smile.

"What on earth do you mean?" The white-clothed priest would not believe that the chat that Mu Feng said would be a good thing.

"I said, just chatting, if you satisfy me, you can survive, if you don't satisfy me, you will die."

Hearing this, the priest in white became even more nervous.

Although Mu Feng had no murderous intent or any power fluctuations, this calm and calm tone was even more lethal.

At this time, Cleo walked over with one hand twisted, leaving them on the ground.

Mu Feng glanced at Lyons, ignored him, and then focused his gaze on Jill, his pupils shrank slightly, "It's you!"

"Yes... yes... it's me." Jill stammered, the last time Mu Feng let him go because he didn't attack Tong Yan and the two girls, but will he kill him this time? It's hard to say.

Mu Feng narrowed his eyes, flicked the cigarette ash, turned to look at Cleo, "Kill this werewolf."

Cleo didn't say a word, and without giving Lyons a chance to beg for mercy, he twisted his head and threw it aside. The headless body oozes thick blood and slowly falls down.

"I let you go last time, I still won't kill you this time, but I have a request."

Jill swallowed a few times, "Sir, please tell me! I will do what I can."

When people are on the verge of life and death, no one will be afraid. Those who see death as their own are also afraid in their hearts, but they have no choice at that moment. If they can choose, they all hope to live.

In other words, it’s not that Jill is greedy for life and afraid of death, but that even if he dies, he must die worthwhile. If he is killed in vain, it’s not bloody but stupid. The earl is coming to die?

"You are a member of the Demon Party family, and Domon is also a member of the Demon Party. I want you to tell me to pay attention to his every move. Can you do it?"

"This..." Jill seemed to be in a dilemma. Who is Domon? He is a rookie of the blood clan. His strength is very terrifying. It is rumored that he is countless times stronger than the prince. Now this person will send him to monitor the new leader of the blood clan. Isn't that true? What is it to push him into the fire pit, so Jill is embarrassed.

"I just need you to inform me of the major events that happened in the blood clan, and you don't care about anything else," Mu Feng said.

Jill breathed a sigh of relief, then stared at Mu Feng seriously, "Dare to ask, sir, what do you want to do with Domon?"

"kill him!"

Hearing this, Jill was taken aback, even the priest in white was surprised.

Rumor has it that Domon became so powerful only after he got the blood of Cain. Before, the blood race had always been hidden, and the Holy See could not exterminate it. Now with this strong man, it is even more difficult to do so.

However, what this young man from the East said now, that he killed Duo Meng, how could this not surprise the two of them. To kill Duo Meng, at least he must have the strength comparable to him. Does this Oriental man really have it?

Jill fell silent, making no immediate decision.

At this time, Cleo said, "You should know about Domon's ambition. The thirteen clans are united together, and the people of the magic party, the secret party, and the neutral three parties are really completely ruled by him. It may not be a good thing for the blood clan. There are more The clansmen only want to live a peaceful life and don't want to fight, and Duomeng's life is only harmful to the blood clan."

Looking up at Cleo, Jill was silent for another 2 minutes, and finally raised her head, "I promise you."

Mu Feng grinned softly, "Very good, you go."

After bowing to the two of them, Jill quickly left here. Mu Feng and the others were not worried that Jill would leak out. It can be said that they were not afraid, and they could also say that they were sure that this little blood race was not stupid. harm.

One died and the other left, leaving only the more timid priest in white. If there was a little luck in his heart before, now after hearing what Mu Feng said, he has no thoughts at all.

If this person really has the strength to kill Domon, then he is absolutely no worse than the Pope, so what can he do with such a strong man.

"Say." Mu Feng said frivolously with sword eyebrows.

The priest in white was taken aback, "What do you want to know?"

"I want to know how many experts like you are there in the Holy See?" If there are a large number of strong people whose strength has reached the Void Transformation Realm, it will be a very strong force.

In the hands of Xixi Mufeng, there are only ghosts and raptor mercenary groups, but these are conventional forces. If the Holy See is too powerful, it is necessary to think of a roundabout strategy. the better.

Besides, Lucifer has made it clear that Yahweh is one of the high-level creators, and the Holy See is his minion. Cutting down these minions will not only hurt him, but at least it will hurt him.

"I don't understand. You already want to attack Domon, why are you targeting the Holy See? It seems that the Holy See has no conflict with you." The priest in white summoned up his courage and asked.

Mu Feng chuckled twice, then moved suddenly, and grabbed the priest in white, "I'm sorry, but you are only qualified to answer questions, not to ask questions, do you understand?"

"Ahem!" The priest in white blushed from being pinched, "I... I, I... I understand."

"Forget it, if you really want to know, it's not impossible to tell you." Mu Feng turned his head and glanced at Cleo, "It's very simple, you want to kill my elder brother, that's why I deal with the Holy See."