Zhao Hongzheng patted his son's hand and comforted him:

"Father will. In Huadu, no one has escaped unscathed after injuring my direct descendant of the Zhao family. Dad has already sent someone to notify your grandfather. Your injury will be healed by Dad with the source of life liquid.

"Feichen, tell Dad who hurt you."

Zhao Feichen looked resentful, gritted his teeth and said:

"It's a star official, most likely a deacon of Taiyi Sect, but not Zhao Chenghuang."

He recounted the conflict between the two sides in a more eloquent way.

Zhao Hongzheng sighed: "If it's the deacon of Taiyi Sect, I'm afraid Dad can't kill him to vent his anger, but I will treat him as he hurt you."

Zhao Feichen said displeased: "What's the point of this!"

After a moment of silence, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he said, "Dad, I have an idea!"

Zhao Hongzheng leaned over and said, "Say it."

"That kid is using my aunt's hundred-refinement furnace to forge a top-grade item in the Saint Realm. I suspect it may be a regular item. You should let people surround the Wanbao House. Don't give him a chance to ask for help from the Taiyi Sect. The excuse of seriously injuring me is to ask for compensation, first get the item. After that, even if Taiyimen asks for it, we have reason to argue, Taiyimen will not go to war with our Zhao family for a piece of item of the deacon in the door."

He still can't forget the props in the stove.

The best props in the Saint Realm, rules? Zhao Hongzheng thought for a few seconds, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile:

"good idea!"

Immediately asked his subordinates to surround Wanbao House, cleared the entire alley of ordinary people, and set up props for night travel and star escape. After everything was arranged, he looked at his half-sister expressionlessly, and said:

"I don't care about Feichen with you. You can release him. I know the rules and won't do anything in your shop."

Lian Sanyue has been watching the show from the beginning to the end, and said with a smile:

"He's out."

With a wave of his hand, the space inside the store was wrinkled, and two figures appeared in Wanbao House out of thin air.

A young man with an ordinary appearance, and a beautiful woman with bare feet in a baggy black dress and black trousers.

It was Zhang Yuanqing and Xue Qiangwei.

"Dad, it's him!"

Zhao Feichen's gaze suddenly turned bitter, but there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Hongzheng stared at Zhang Yuanqing coldly, and said:

"I don't care if you are a member of the Supreme Unity School or a casual cultivator, if you break my legs, you will have to pay the price."

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at Zhao Hongzheng, then at the bodyguards outside the door, looked away, looked at the gray-haired middle-aged and elderly people again, and said:

"You are Zhao Hongzheng, Zhao Feichen's father? According to what you said, you don't know what happened. I signed a contract with your son."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Hongzheng waving his hand:

"All I know is that your bet is limited to Flint. It was because of your displeasure that you forcibly broke my son's legs. This matter must be explained to my Zhao family."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately gave up his plan to reason and asked: JrNovels.com