The bustling restaurant was filled with dead silence.
I don't know how long it took for the crowd to recover from the shock.
For a while, there were gasps and whispers one after another.
"I...am I right? Qin Feng is actually touching the boss's head?"
"A woman's waist and a man's head are both taboos! Qin Feng insulted the boss as soon as they met. Could it be that he is tired of living?"
"Hmph! Looking for death! Even if he has a golden belt, so what? Just watch, Qin Feng will be splashed with blood today."
Li Lang clutched the roasted chicken and wine pot tightly. He was stunned for a while, then his pale face became redder and redder, and in the end, his whole face was twisted with extreme anger.
Li Lang picked up the wine pot and smashed it directly at Qin Feng's head, shouting hysterically: "Damn Qin Feng, if I don't break your legs today, I won't be the man of Fuyun County!"
Although Li Lang was young, his physical strength was astonishing. When he waved the wine bottle, he seemed to be bringing up gusts of wind.
If it hits hard this time, Qin Feng's brain will definitely be splattered.
Is it a killing move?
Young people are young people, and they take action regardless of the consequences!
Qin Feng was startled and was about to run away with his head in his arms. Fortunately, Shufeng reacted quickly and raised his slender foot, kicking Li Lang's wrist accurately.
Click!
The wine bottle fell from his hands and smashed against the wall, shattering into pieces.
Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly hid behind Shufeng. He held Shufeng's waist with one hand and stretched his other hand from his shoulder. He pointed at Li Lang and shouted: "You are so young, you are so ruthless! Ji and I We have a close relationship with the king, and he always calls himself his nephew. After all, I am your brother, are you planning to kill your brother? What an evil beast!"
Li Lang was already young and energetic, and he inherited the violent side of Prince Ming. His temper was explosive, and he could explode at a moment's notice.
How could he withstand Qin Feng's provocation? He was furious on the spot: "You thief, you insulted me first, and now you insult my brother! I, Li Lang, only have one eldest brother in this life, and that is the crown prince! If you want to be my brother, you too Match it? You thief, either you die today or I die."
"What the hell are you doing standing still? Beat me! If you're injured, I'll take care of you! If you're beaten to death, I'll bury you!"
Following Li Lang's roar, all the laihan recovered from their shock and rushed forward with bared teeth.
Ning Hu had seen brutal battlefields and had picked off Beidi's legendary tooth generals. For Ning Hu, not only was there no pressure at all, but it was completely ridiculous.
Ning Hu didn't have any scruples and punched Lai Han in the face.
Just heard a muffled sound.
The laihan fell down, nosebleeds splattered, and he fainted on the spot.
But the remaining Lai Han did not give in.
At this moment, a loud roar came from the direction of the stairs.
"Ning Hu picked Zhong Ling to kill and is known as the number one general in Daliang. If we can cripple him, we will all be famous all over the world!"
"Brothers, don't be afraid! With big brother protecting you, even if the sky falls, it won't be able to crush us!"
The person who boosted morale was none other than Lai Han, who was scared away by Ning Hu at the stairs.
It turns out that when I gave in before, I was just pretending to lure you into a trap.
Knowing that the muscular man in front of them was the legendary Ning Qianhu, the crowd screamed and pounced on him.
Ning Hu did not retreat but advanced. Every time he threw a punch, a laihan would fall to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, four bad guys were knocked down by Ning Hu.
But the strange thing is...
The morale of these laihans was so high that it was almost weird.
He was obviously a fierce and ruthless master who bullied the weak and feared the strong, but facing the almost invincible Ning Hu, the laihan did not back down at all and pounced forward as if they were committing suicide.
At this moment, the laihan in green clothes also climbed up, picked up the stool, and shouted: "For King Ming!"
What the hell? !
Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat.
Oh shit! Got cheated.
These people are not laihan, but... the personal soldiers of King Ming. However, due to the pressure of Emperor Liang, they did not dare to show off their troops and could only pretend to be laihan.
As the saying goes, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife.
Ning Hu faced the fierce and fearless soldiers of King Ming. After defeating seven or eight soldiers in a row, Ning Hu immediately fell into a close-quarters battle.
The corridor was already narrow, and Ning Hu couldn't move at all. After being thrown to the ground by the opponent, there was a rain of old punches. As strong as Ning Hu, he could only hold his head with his hands and let the opponent punch and kick him.
Qin Feng hugged Shufeng tightly, and was so frightened that he couldn't help but said: "No, no, no, it's bad! I thought those who came were really ruffians, and we fell into a pit. Shufeng, you have to protect me." .”
Shufeng felt Qin Feng's strong arms, his cheeks flushed, and he reminded softly: "Master, I can't use you like this."
Just as Shufeng protested, Li Lang had already rushed over.
"Qin Feng, dog thief, aren't your Tianji Camp guards the only one in the world? Why didn't you bring them with you? When my father was on the battlefield, you were still at home nursing your baby. How can you pretend to be a military god in front of me?"
Li Lang punched out with great speed.
Even though Shufeng was trained by Jing Qianying himself and his boxing and kicking skills were excellent, he could barely block Li Lang's punch. Moreover, when his arms were hit, he felt the brute force and couldn't help but groan. He said in horror: "As expected of the son of Prince Ming, although he is thin in stature, he is endowed with strange strength!"
Li Lang's kung fu was all inherited from King Ming. Hard bridges, hard horses, hard kung fu.
In Li Lang's eyes, although Shufeng's movements were swift, they were nothing but tricks.
Li Lang gained the advantage with one punch, but instead of pursuing the victory, he shouted angrily at Shufeng: "I'll give you one last chance, get out, I don't hit women!"
It’s already this time and you’re still pretending to be a gentleman?
Qin Feng was overjoyed. He grabbed Shufeng's waist with both hands, using Shufeng as a shield. His eyes followed Shufeng's armpits and looked at Li Lang: "You don't hit women? Great! Shufeng, beat him up for me." !”
Upon hearing this, Shufeng didn't hesitate at all and kicked Li Lang in the chest.
Li Lang did not dodge, but resisted the kick without moving his heel. Instead, Shu Feng was shocked and took two steps back.
Shufeng's little face turned pale instantly: "He is a master of hard kung fu and has also practiced hard qigong. I am no match for him."
Qin Feng was so depressed that he wanted to die.
I thought I came here today just to teach this brat a lesson.
Who would have thought that he would be kicked on the iron plate!
Shufeng was no match for him, and Ning Hu was crowded into a corner by dozens of soldiers, who were blasted with hammers and couldn't even fight back.
In desperation, Qin Feng fled into the guest room next to him, letting Shufeng block the door. At the same time, he opened the window and shouted to the people passing by downstairs: "It's murder! Help!"
Passers-by downstairs looked shocked.
"This...isn't this Master Qin?"
"Is there anyone in the entire Kyoto who dares to do anything against Master Qin?"
A young man raised his head and shouted at Qin Feng: "Master Qin, are you kidding us?"
