The servants looked at the man with his upper body crawling out of the pond in front of him. Under the reflection of torches and lanterns, the man looked like a demon god, muscles like cast iron, and a face full of iron wire with deep facial features. A fist that looked bigger than a human head... The man's calm words sounded: "Where is this? Who are you?"
"Bold thief! You broke in and took off only a single thief. You dare to ask where this place is? Take me!!" A head of a servant who looked older last year shouted. Suddenly, a group of strong men shouted, raised the knife in their hands, chains and sticks and rushed forward. This time, Bo Fu came to this world, and he turned into a burly man with a tall figure of nine feet tall, with a tight muscles and a belt of ten. He was dressed as a first-class hero, but he had less clothes on his body, and he was wearing only four corners of him. After soaking in water, he immediately appeared and appeared.
There are so many people in Yan Mansion. They are obviously in full swing, making everyone very nervous. Basically, because of the existence of a large number of torches and lanterns, everyone has seen this strong man in the back garden, like a tiger and leopard, but there are windows secretly opened in the nearby courtyard, with many chirping sounds and various almond eyes looking at the man in the fire. Many eyes are looking at the guy in the wet pants of the nine-foot man.
Bo Fu saw the tallest strong men who only reached his chin waving all kinds of guys, and immediately waved the fists as big as wine jars, and punched them all over the group of guys and the things in their hands. The people in the house only saw a group of servants surrounding the pool in a mess, and then flew up from the heads of everyone, and fell into flower beds with their hands and feet. "It's quite interesting, Yan Mansion? And look at the clothes that should be from the Ming Dynasty, how could it be?
I am so destined to the Ming Dynasty?" Bo Fu thought to himself, not caring about the weapons that greeted him, and letting them hit him with the sticks and iron tools. At first, the group of servants just tried to grab Bo Fu with sticks and chains to send him to Shuntian Mansion, but under the man's punches and punches, they began to chop with a knife. However, the knife slashed on Bo Fu's body only rebounded, and there was no wound at all. Someone immediately shouted: "It's a practicing master! Practice kung fu!"
"Get back! The little master is very dissatisfied with you trash!" A voice sounded, and with the sound, a figure floated to Bo Fu like an illusion, and it was printed lightly. At the same time, a sword came over together. His palm slapped Bo Fu's chest, "Huh? Isn't this clearly a world that rejects supernatural powers? But this should be internal force......" After Bo Fu was hit, he thought that this sinister internal force penetrated into Bo Fu's ** from the slap, and then it dissipated... "Internal force
………It’s fun!” Bo Fu laughed, and the demonic energy suddenly changed into a peerless innate internal force in the Dantian. A recoil force shook out. Although the man’s palm had left Bo Fu’s chest, it was still rushed into his palm by the recoil force like a crazi wave, and his metacarpal bones, finger bones, and then the wrist bones and arm bones were all the way up. The man screamed and wanted to retreat, but the sword light handed out by the other hand was held by a big hand, and the sword shattered the sword and then grabbed his figure.
Bo Fu was carrying a middle-aged man in his hand. The sword in his right hand had already twisted into a trick, and his left arm was softly hanging, his head was low and he fell into a coma. "I'm so embarrassed to disturb me. Do you believe it if you don't have any malice?" Bo Fu said with a scratching head. Then a voice sounded, "As long as the hero, I'll believe you." A one-eyed middle-aged man appeared from the porch and clapped his hands: "Come on, give this hero a piece of clothing. The hero's surname is honored?"
"I don't know why Bo Fu said that he fell here. Master, don't be accustomed to it, hahaha." Bo Fu was also easy to talk to. He put down the unlucky guy in his hand and asked the servants to carry the guy away. "I'm hurting..." Bo Fu frowned and remembered what the man said, "I hurt your guest servant, please forgive me. This is a pair of wound medicine. Please apply it to him." Then Bo Fu took out a small bottle from behind his pants and placed it on the stone table in front of him.
Bo Fu is very normal now, in a very kind and peaceful period, so his actions are all about calming things and calming people as his primary purpose. As the young master of the Ming Dynasty, Yan Song and Yan's family, it is very normal for him to hire some skilled or intelligent guest officials to resist those political enemies - and the man in front of him who seems to be an extremely powerful general brother is definitely worth investing in, not to mention that this powerful general brother just temporarily defeated the top three martial arts masters in the guest officials.
Although the night was dark, in the eyes of Mr. Xiao Yan, the wonderful life at night had just begun. Inspiring and entertaining people, the people competed for beauty, and the sensuality was full of joy. Bo Fu Gao sat in the first guest seat and ate a big bowl of meat and drink, and ate the tofu of the beauty serving by the side. After the wound medicine was applied to the master, Bo Fu was immediately invited to the banquet.
The guests attending the banquet were all guests in the Yan Mansion. These more than ten people were hired by Yan Hao for more than ten years. Almost all of them were martial arts masters. The little pawns were proud of their talents and had always disdained those talents. Among them, Bo Fu was also as tall as a man, and he was the largest one. He was wrapped in a loose robe and exposed his extremely strong muscles. Among those masters, there were also a few people with special appearances, one of them looked like a child.
Cheers and dances, but his body flashes very quickly. He often floats directly onto the pillars and then flashes back in an instant. Sometimes his toes lightly flies above his head, but the woman under his feet is nothing unusual. There is also an old man who looks like a hundred years old, who is almost like a crayfish, but he is holding a very thick dry tobacco pipe. He doesn't notice him ignites, but he just fills the tobacco pipe into the pipe. After a few clicks, the tobacco burns on its own
"How can light skills and internal strength be of this level in this world? Li is considered good." Bo Fu was drinking fine wine while saying this in his heart. However, others saw him as a person of special appearance. Such a mighty man was rare, and they had heard the master of swords and palms on the seat say that this strong man was extremely skilled in practicing martial arts, and there was also the magical bone-sustaining medicine. They did not dare to underestimate this man who looked like a peerless general who called himself Bo Fu.
After three rounds of drinking, a handsome young man turned out from behind the hall. The one-eyed little pavilion master also smiled and pulled the young man and let him sit next to him. The guests and masters greeted him one after another: "Young Master." It turned out that it was the eldest grandson of the Yan Mansion who came. (To be continued.)