Hong Feng and the other Young Masters didn't know where they were and sat on the ground in a daze.
At this moment, a large group of people hurried out of the city gate. The three elders of the Bing Clan were leading the group. Behind them were the ceremonial officials and the highest-ranking honor guards.
Young Master Hong Feng was overjoyed. He stood up excitedly and ran over.
"Great Grandfather, Second Grandfather, Third Grandfather, you have to take revenge for me. That brat hit me!"
Hong Tais gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Take revenge for your mother! Why don't I beat you to death!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and shot out two electric cannons, slapping Hong Feng three times.
After slapping him, he ignored him and raised his head and said loudly, "Is that Lord Zhang Zhang Xing?"
"Zhang Xing?
Where is he? "
Hong Feng covered his face. He had been slapped twice by his Great Grandfather for no reason. He felt wronged. When he heard Zhang Xing's name, he couldn't help but ask.
"He is up there. It might be that brat who hit us."
A Young Master beside him whispered.
Puchi!
Hong Feng staggered. His legs went soft and he fell to the ground.
Oh my god, I can't be that unlucky!
I … I actually offended that fiend!
Hong Feng's face turned pale and miserable.
"Help me up. Let's run!"
Hong Feng showed the smart side of a hedonistic son. He knew that he had to run.
Someone beside him helped him up. Just as he was about to sneak away, he heard a cold snort.
"Where are you going? Kneel down!"
Plop!
When Young Master Hong Feng heard his Second Grandfather's voice, he was so frightened that he quickly knelt down.
The other Young Masters knew that they couldn't escape, so they had to kneel down as well.
We are doomed. We are doomed. If we fall into Zhang Xing's hands, we won't be able to survive. I heard that brat kills without batting an eye.
Oh, no, he kills everything without batting an eye.
Didn't you see those three thousand soldiers? None of them were intact. Not many of the one thousand five hundred people who fell from the sky would survive.
His methods were bloody and cruel!
They hoped that Zhang Xing wouldn't put the blame on them. Otherwise, even the Emperor wouldn't be able to save them.
"Is that City Lord Zhang Xing?
Commander of the Battle Dragon Legion, Lord Zhang Xing? "
Hontais raised his voice and shouted again.
"You are … Zhang Xing?"
"Is that the Battle Dragon Legion's Commander Zhang Xing that they were talking about?"
"Is he the legendary Father Long?"
In the sky, Na Bao's eyes widened in disbelief.
Zhang Xing was her idol. There was only one thing she cared about the most.
She collected all the legends about Zhang Xing and drew them into small paintings. When she had nothing to do, she would take them out and look at them.
Then, he would fantasize about being with his idol one day, leading a group of giant dragons in the blue sky and white clouds …
"I already told you, but you didn't believe me!"
"Na Bao, where did you hear about this Father Long?"
Zhang Xing asked curiously.
"Hehe!
I gave you the title Father Long. Look, Little Black, Xiao Bai, Little Blossom, Little Yellow, and Skinny were all raised by you. If you aren't Father Long, what are you? "
Hearing Na Bao's words, Zhang Xing was speechless. Those who didn't know would think that they were a group of puppies.
Little Blossom was probably Wen Jing, Little Yellow was Dragon Fifth, and Skinny was Jin Bao. He really had to hand it to her.
She must have heard it from her grandfather and then adapted it by herself.
"Ah!
Zhang Xing, you're so bad. Quickly remove the magic rope around my neck. "
Na Bao felt that she was being led around by Zhang Xing like a puppy. She was angry.
"Oh, I was careless. Sorry!"
Zhang Xing said and dispersed the magic. The corner of his mouth curled up into a mischievous smile.
Na Bao screamed and fell from the sky.