Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

3Ling Feng didn't care at all. He was only very interested in this sword fanatic. In front of him, Sword Emperor, there was actually someone who dared to call Sword God. This was the biggest joke in the world. Ling Feng said indifferently: "From today onwards, your Cheng Family will submit to the Zhu Family and develop well in Luo City. If you disobey my orders, then your Cheng Family will no longer exist."    

    

Submitting to Zhu Family, if it was before, Elder Cheng would definitely not agree to it. But what could he do now?    

    

"Yes, I understand, Master Ling." After that, Ling Feng left. He had no interest in a small clan like Cheng Family at all. But since Ling Feng did not do so, the Cheng Family was still useful, and as for the punishment, Ling Feng did not have it either.    

    

However, to Elder Cheng, he would rather have a little punishment to fight with Wu Tie for the rest of his life. In the end, he still lost. Zhu Lai watched Ling Feng leave, followed closely by devastatingly beautiful women.    

    

As for the people with Zhu Family, they naturally returned to the Zhu Family as well. The happiest person on this trip was Elder Zhu, he did not expect that Cheng Family would actually submit to Zhu Family in the end, and this wine was equal to the outcome of a hundred years of battle between the two families. The victor was finally decided. After Ling Feng returned to the Zhu Family, he sat on the sofa and tasted the red wine.    

    

Elder Zhu lowered his head and asked: "Master Ling, are you really going to participate in the martial cultivator's Great Assembly in a few days?"    

    

"That's right." Ling Feng nodded and said. When the Sword Madman appeared, he would naturally go. After all, the Sheepskin Roll was with the sword fanatic.    

    

"Did Master Ling go for the Sheepskin Roll? Could it be that you want to find a sword fanatic and ask for the Sheepskin Roll s at the martial cultivator's Gathering? " Elder Zhu asked in shock.    

    

"That's right. I want this Sheepskin Roll. " At that time, even if the sword fanatic did not appear, Ling Feng would force him to appear and snatch the Treasure Map of Sheepskin.    

    

"But Master Ling, the sword maniac is a publicly recognized expert in the Northwest. It's said that his strength became immortal long ago and he once killed many experts by himself. He became the legend of the Northwest, the glory of the entire era." He was trembling from head to toe. A sword fanatic represented an era, so Elder Zhu and the others had great respect for the sword fanatic because of the reverence he felt in his heart.    

    

There was no need for him to provoke a sword fanatic, since sword fanatics represented an era after all. Although Master Ling had been strong for the past two years, killing many strong people and becoming known as the number one sword expert of the modern era, in front of the sword fanatic, he was still too weak. In the end, he still had to lower his head, and no one knew how powerful the sword fanatic was, or how terrifying it was.    

    

Whether it was reputation or Cultivation, they were all above Master Ling, there was no way they could compare to him. However, Ling Feng was not as similar, he only said indifferently: "You don't need to speak further, I know my limits, I must go to the entire martial cultivator, if the sword fanatic appears, I will naturally go see him."    

    

"Understood." Elder Zhu lowered his head and did not say anything else. Ling Feng waved his hand casually. Elder Zhu also understood Ling Feng's meaning and left immediately.    

    

Elder Zhu did not want Master Ling and the sword fanatic to fight. If they fought, the loser would naturally be Master Ling. There was no need to think about it, he already knew the result. When it was time to retreat, he had to retreat.    

    

"Powerful fighter, Sword God, this sword fanatic lives up to his name. He's indeed very arrogant." Ling Feng said with a smile.    

    

"Young Master, aren't you afraid of being a sword fanatic?" Qing Guo asked.    

    

"Why should I be afraid of him? I'm just very interested. He shouldn't let me down, right?" Ling Feng said with a smile. In Ling Feng's heart, he longed for an equal strong person to fight with him with all his strength. He had broken through in a desperate situation, but he had never encountered one.