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The scar man behind Zhang Xiangdong suddenly rushed out like a cheetah. A fierce look appeared in his very asymmetrical eyes. His body, which was flexible to a certain level, flashed out an almost strange arc, and was wrapped in a powerful energy. He swung a punch to hit Chen Yuanyuan's face hard.

It is said that Zhang Xiangdong is a dog, and he turns his face like a book.

Just as Ye Lingtian sighed slightly, Yu'er was already standing in front of Chen Yuanyuan, leaning back slightly, bent her waist back to form a soft tilt posture, and at the same time, she stretched out her hand and slapped hard at the joint where the scar man took action.

With a crisp "pop", the scar man's fist trajectory deviated.

At the same time, Yu'er's leaning back body rotated around the ground with her left leg as the center, and her entire body turned 360 degrees.

A fierce whip leg hit the scar man's arm hard with a fierce whip leg. The scar man took three steps sideways, and Yu'er took back his right leg and retreated several steps.

There were two additional traces of excessive force squeezing on the floor.

The scar man shook Yu'er's arm that blocked Yu'er's whip leg, as if nothing had happened, and showed a creepy smile at the latter. Yu'er was as cold as frost, and she made Wing Chun's moves on one side of her palm. Both sides had fought several times, and she had known the other's terrifying strength.

Zhang Xiangdong laughed at the side, pointed at Yu'er and shouted: "Scar, kill this bitch! Let Lan Kwai Fong know how powerful we are."

Chen Yuanyuan smiled disdainfully: "A life and death?"

"Both, you all seem to ignore my existence?"

Tang Zhenxiong, who had lowered his head and drank the tea, threw the cup on the table: "I put the mediation wine today to calm the north of the city, but you did it face to face? It would be too unwilling to take me seriously. Things come one by one, and grudges are divided one by one!"

He looked at Chen Yuanyuan leaning against Ye Lingtian: "Lan Kwai Fong should not be rude."

"Miss Ye, give Tang some face!"

When Chen Yuanyuan's face changed slightly, Zhang Xiangdong also asked someone to retreat, after all, this is Chen Yuanyuan's territory.

At this time, Tang Zhenxiong turned to face Song Wenxuan, taking out his iron blood and decisiveness: "Back to the ten bottles of sorghum wine, Song Wenxuan, no matter whether you drink this jar of wine or not, the Axe Gate will not cause trouble for you anymore. The difference is that after drinking the wine, the Sect Master Zhang will be convinced, and if he doesn't drink it, he will be convinced or not, you will decide for yourself."

Zhang Xiangdong's mouth was also touched, but Tang Zhenxiong insisted on supporting Song Wenxuan.

Chen Yuanyuan's expression calmed down and she returned to her proper tenderness.

Just when everyone thought Song Wenxuan would kick the sorghum wine away, Song Wenxuan stood up from Ye Lingtian. He first glanced at Ye Lingtian gratefully, then walked to the huge wine jar and patted it, and smiled faintly: "Sect Master Zhang, ten bottles of sorghum, all the grudges are gone?"

"All eliminate!"

Zhang Xiangdong touched his huge head and cursed in a rough voice: "Grandma's ball! I always speak with all my words. Don't you believe me? You should believe Boss Tang, right?"
Chapter completed!