Chapter 468, Eighteen masters!

"After going around for a long time, this is what you want to say, right?" Qin Feng squinted his eyes, laughing and laughing.

"What's the matter?" Ji Shihua sneered: "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Since you have decided not to let go of Qiu Mengdie, if you can't show your absolute strength, how can people think that you are a good match? How can you let people know that you are a good match?

Am I willing?"

"This is what you said." Qin Feng smiled and said: "A gentleman's words are like a horse that can't be chased. If I show the strength that makes people convinced, you immediately cancel your engagement with Mengdie. Do you dare?

?”

"Why don't you dare?" Ji Shihua said calmly: "If you really have the strength, I wish you all the best, but if you don't have the strength, I hope you can let go immediately."

"If I don't have the strength, of course it's okay to let go." Qin Feng thought for a while, then looked at Ji Shihua and smiled: "Besides letting go, there are no other conditions? For example, let me kneel down and kowtow, or cut off my hands and feet.

...This seems to be the favorite trick of you rich kids, right?"

"If you don't have that strength, you will soon pay a heavy price and lose your hands and feet, which is considered light." Ji Shihua said.

Qin Feng touched his chin: "It seems that you want to try my martial arts?"

"People have countless abilities, but force is the most intuitive and easy to refer to. In many cases, this ability is also the most critical." Ji Shihua said with a smile: "If you have absolute force, you can be said to be a strong person.

, worthy of a beauty, and worthy of Qiu Mengdie."

Qin Feng: "It seems that you have prepared many masters."

Ji Shihua: "Not many, eighteen."

Qin Feng: "Only eighteen? That's really not many."

Ji Shihua: "..."

Others: "..."

Eighteen is not a lot? Isn’t this crazy thing too crazy?

You know, Ji Shihua is not an ordinary person, and the people he called are not comparable to the half-hearted Lei Zihuang just now, not to mention, there are still eighteen people!

Ji Shihua frowned slightly, stared at Qin Feng for a long time, and finally raised his big hand and waved: "Here comes someone!"

Swish, swish, swish!

There was an unexpected sound of breaking wind, and almost before everyone at the scene could recover, a total of eighteen black shadows appeared in the hall unpredictably, making the atmosphere on the scene instantly become cold.

These eighteen people may be tall or short, fat or thin, and each of them feels different, but there is one thing that is exactly the same.

That is the fierce killing intent!

This kind of murderous intention is not something ordinary people can have. Only those who have truly experienced the temper of life and death can have such murderous intention. In many cases, this murderous intention alone can make many people not fight first.

Cowardice, defeat before fighting!

With the appearance of these eighteen people, the atmosphere at the scene became cold for a moment, and then the commotion started again.

"Dead, Qin Feng is dead now!"

"I see that each of these eighteen masters has extraordinary weapons and a strong smell of blood. I am afraid that as many as eighty people will die in their hands. If such masters who have truly killed people start to kill,

But it is far beyond what Lei Zihuang can compare with!"

"Haha, this ignorant boy really takes himself seriously. Young Master Ji can make him disappear with just one word. At this time, it's too late to regret!"

"Tsk, tsk, there's something good to watch next, I'm looking forward to it. What will happen to this kid Qin Feng in the end?"

"..."

In the commotion, the eighteen masters who suddenly appeared all cast strange and playful glances at Qin Feng. Obviously, they were very confident in the thin and ordinary-looking young man in front of them.

But after Qin Feng glanced at the eighteen masters one by one, his expression was still calm, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

He held back a smile and looked at Ji Shihua and asked, "How to play?"

"These eighteen masters are all guards of my Ji family. Some came back from the war-torn areas in the Middle East, some retired from the special forces, and some came from martial arts families."

Ji Shihua said calmly: "If eighteen people come together, it will make people laugh if it spreads. I, Ji Shihua, am not a person who likes to bully the weak. For the sake of fairness, eighteen people will take turns to challenge. There are no rules.

As long as you can knock them all down, it means you are a strong person. On the contrary, you are a weak person and do not have the qualifications to have beauties and Qiu Mengdie!"

"Eighteen people take turns..." Qin Feng shook his head: "Wagon battle?"

Ji Shihua smiled, with disdain in his eyes: "Of course, in order for you to perform well throughout the whole process, you can get half an hour to an hour's rest after each challenge. In this way, it should not be regarded as a wheel battle, right?

?”

"Every time you hit one, rest for half an hour..." Qin Feng counted with his fingers, then frowned and said dissatisfied: "Are you taking care of me or torturing me? But there are only so many people, and you still have to waste half a day on me.

How can I not be as free as you in a day?"

Audience: "..."

"Okay." Before everyone could come to their senses, Qin Feng waved his hand and said, "I'm in a hurry, so let's go together, eighteen people. We'll finish the dinner early and prepare to go home tomorrow!"

The scene was very quiet for a while.

Eyes focused on Qin Feng, all filled with shock and horror.

At first, they thought Qin Feng was scared, but they didn't expect that this guy actually thought it was too troublesome to come one by one. How arrogant and confident is this guy?

You know, if eighteen masters come together, the lethality cannot be compared one by one. It's like a chopstick is easy to break. Can you try tying eighteen chopsticks together?

Is this kid really confident, or has his brain been kicked by a donkey?

In silence.

A big black man among the eighteen people came back to his senses, and suddenly became furious. He raised his eyebrows and glared: "You arrogant boy, are you humiliating us? Why do we need eighteen of us to deal with you? I

Su Han alone is enough!"

The words fell.

Bang!

The fiery-tempered Su Han stamped his feet on the ground, and his tall body suddenly stood up from the ground, as if a sharp sword was unsheathed. In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Qin Feng, clenched his big fist, and pointed directly at Qin Feng's temple.

This punch is intended to kill someone!

Su Han shouted: "Go to hell!"

Poof!

A heavy and ear-splitting sound resounded, and the eyes suddenly glazed over. The faces turned pale without warning, and the pupils shrank, as if they had seen a ghost.

Because they saw that when Su Han was about to knock Qin Feng down with one punch, the plot took a turn.

No one saw clearly what happened.

All I know is that after the muffled sound, Su Han's strong and tall body flew backwards like a cannonball. This flight was dozens of meters away.

It wasn't until a wall was smashed that Su Han's figure stopped and he fainted on the spot.
Chapter completed!