Chapter 1069: No one wants to hand him over!

"A first-level spirit master, even in Danyang County, or even the entire Qingzhou, I am afraid it is very rare, you still don't know enough?"

Only then did Chen Feng know the power of the soul master.

He smiled slightly: "So that's it."

Then, Chen Feng looked at the nine giant bronze clocks hanging around.

On the huge bronze clock, there are countless complicated words and symbols carved.

After Chen Feng came to him, he couldn't help but reached out and touched it.

Suddenly at this moment, in his spiritual world, the transparent divine light burst into light.

Then, he slammed heavily on the huge bronze clock in front of Chen Feng, and the huge bronze clock made a loud noise.

The bells sounded far and wide, and Chen Feng's ears were humming.

Not only this giant clock.

The transparent divine light came out through the body, constantly ejecting on the nine giant clocks, and every time they ejected, the giant clock made a huge sound.

In the end, the nine giant bronze clocks roared together.

The sound shook the world and the entire Ziyang Sword Field!

On the core square, the smell of gunpowder is strong, and the situation is already tense!

Master Zixia took a deep breath and said, "Minglan, I don't want to quarrel with you here, but today, Chen Feng, I must hand it over."

"Chen Feng has caused a big disaster outside, causing people from the Alchemists Association to come to ask for him. If Chen Feng is not handed over, are you waiting for a war with the Alchemists Association?"

Minglan laughed, his voice full of sarcasm: "Use a disciple's life to avoid a big battle?"

"Haha, what a magnificent sounding? But when did my Ziyang sword field fall to this point? I actually need to send out disciples to avoid a big battle?"

"Furthermore," he suddenly looked at Su Yucheng and said coldly: "Su Yucheng, I ask you if you don't hand over this disciple."

"Does your pharmacist association really have the guts to fight our Ziyang sword field?"

Su Yucheng was silent.

Master Zixia's face was embarrassed, everyone knew that a big battle would not be so easily set off.

But now he is already riding a tiger and cannot get off the stage.

So he defended himself and said coldly: "It's very possible."

"It's very possible, right?" Minglan smiled: "That's really a big battle, so what?"

"My ancestor of the Ziyang Sword Field, overcoming all obstacles, and setting up the Ziyang Sword Field, we are not afraid of anyone coming! Has my Ziyang Sword Field reduced to such a fearful level?"

"Go to war! What are you afraid of?"

"Okay!" When the disciples around Ziyang Sword Field heard such words of pride, each one was extremely shocked, with excitement on their faces, applauding!

Master Zixia couldn't get off the stage, her face flushed, and she sternly shouted, "Minglan, how can you tell me here?"

Ming Lan, the black-clothed woman, let out a disdainful laugh: "Haha, well said, well said! Chen Feng is my disciple of Broken Blade Peak, why can't I be scornful?"

Her face became cold: "My family affairs at Ziyang Sword Field, when is it for others to point fingers? Even if Chen Feng commits something wrong again, he is also from Ziyang Sword Field!"

"What are you doing this way? Look at what you look like, it looks like a dog like the Alchemist Association! Wagging your tail!"

Master Zixia was furious: "Minglan, you are presumptuous!"

He took a deep breath and said in a cold voice, "Minglan, I don't have the same knowledge as you, but as long as I am here today, Chen Feng must be called out."

Ming Lan also sneered: "As long as the first Ming Lan of Broken Blade Peak is there, no one can hand over Chen Feng."

Master Zixia sneered disdainfully: "You who break the blade are also called the first seat?"

At this moment, a cyan light flashed suddenly, and a tall and thin middle-aged man with large sleeves and a toga appeared.

On his clothes are embroidered with countless verdant bamboos.

He smiled and said: "Two first seats, stop the dispute!"

There was a commotion immediately below: "The first seat of Qingzhu Peak is here."

"Today this matter is really no small trouble, because a Chen Feng has come to so many first seats, and also the chairman of the Alchemist Association!"

"Well, a waste that has no inspiration, can cause such a big wave? It is really ridiculous!"

He smiled and said: "Why don't the two disputes any more, they won't have any results. Now that Brother Yunling is not there, why don't we call the other peaks and come together to decide this matter?"

Although he was asking for their opinions, he only saw Master Zixia, not Minglan at all.

Master Zixia nodded, and seeing him nod, the first seat of Qingzhu Peak didn't ask Minglan's opinion at all, and ignored it.

Then, take out a green jade flute, put it beside your mouth, and blew it gently.

Soon, the sound of the flute was melodious, spreading far away, with a very secret frequency.

Several other leaders in Ziyang Sword Field heard this flute sound.

So soon, after a while, a few rays of light swept towards this side, and came to the core square one after another.

Among the nine main peaks of Ziyang Sword Field, apart from Master Yun Ling's retreat, there are already six of them here.

The other two, one is in retreat, the other is leaving the Ziyang sword field for a wandering, and they have not returned yet!

The first seat at Qingzhu Peak, he explained the process in general, then smiled and said, "Everyone, that's about it."

"Now, the six of us will decide whether or not Chen Feng should be handed over!"

He then smiled and said: "Let me first say, from my point of view, it is no pity to hand over a waste that does not even have a spiritual root."

There was a look of contempt on his face, and he said: "It's ridiculous, there are people who are fighting with their own people because of such a trash, and they almost have to do it. It's ridiculous!"

His remarks were clearly mocking Minglan!

A gorgeous middle-aged beautiful woman embroidered with intricate flowers on her dress giggled, glanced at Minglan, and said:

"This kind of person can be the first, no wonder a certain line is getting worse!"

With that, she and the first two of Qing Zhufeng laughed triumphantly.

This woman is the first one in Baihua Peak.

Master Zixia also showed a smile at the corner of her mouth.

Minglan's expression was indifferent, but the anger in her eyes was almost unconcealable!

Next, the other two firsts also expressed their views, and they all agreed to hand over Chen Feng!

With a touch of sarcasm in the corner of his eyes, Master Zixia looked at Minglan: "Minglan, you have also seen it. Among the six first seats, five of them have agreed to call out Chen Feng."

"What else can you say?"

Ming Lan took a deep breath, her eyes showed a touch of decisiveness, and said lightly: "No matter how you decide, as long as I am here today, Chen Feng will definitely not be handed over!"