"I'm afraid of what they will do. They are just a few old, weak, sick and disabled people. I can kill them all by myself!"
"It was the three sons who were careless just now. Except for the old guy's a little weird movement, they are no match for us at all!"
"It's really shameful for them to be so arrogant!"
...
Several others were still yelling and cursing, complaining that Feng Long wouldn't let them do anything.
"Shut up!" Feng Long shouted angrily and looked at them with a straight face.
The few people in Zhenghuan who were yelling and scolding just now seemed to have pressed the pause button. You look at me, I look at you, and they don't dare to say any more nonsense.
Feng Long stared at the thin young man, breathing a little quickly, but he didn't care about the three old men.
Just when he was about to take action, the thin young man just looked at him, and Feng Long felt that his throat was being pinched and he couldn't even breathe.
Just one look could bring such a sense of oppression. Feng Long knew clearly in his heart that the seven of them together were no match for him.
"Brother." Someone behind Feng Long was unconvinced: "Even if the third son is dead, any cat or dog would dare to scream in front of us. If we let them go, what will the people in the Xuanjie think of us?"
"I said shut up!" Feng Long turned around and slapped the man in the face, sending him flying straight away. He slid five or six meters in the air and hit the ground heavily. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and
several teeth.
The man covered his face and stared at Feng Long in disbelief, wondering why he hit him?
"Cauldron?" He wanted to say something, but half of his face was swollen and his eyes were slitted.
Feng Long looked at the thin young man: "What happened just now is because my subordinates don't understand people. I hope you won't take it to heart."
As he spoke, he cupped his hands at the thin young man and looked at Chen Feng: "There are noble people here today, so I'll let you go for now. You'd better pray that you won't run into us in the secret realm, otherwise, huh."
Everyone present knows what Feng Long means. Unless Chen Fen can still have such good luck and someone helps him, otherwise he will fight to the death!
"Let's go!" Feng Long asked someone to carry Zhao He's body and turned to leave.
After Feng Long and others left, Chen Feng looked at the thin young man and thanked him: "Thank you for what happened just now. If anything happens in the future, I will help you within the scope."
No matter why the other person helped you, you should always be grateful.
"I'm not helping you." The thin young man did not accept Chen Feng's thanks: "It's just a dog. He dares to look at me like that. He's really looking for death!"
The thin young man spoke calmly, but Chen Feng knew that what he said was true.
Feng Long could sense the threat posed by the thin young man just now, and so could Chen Feng.
He didn't expect that this young man, who looked so weak, could be so powerful.
"Master, it's time for us to leave."
The thin young man glanced dissatisfied at the old men behind him and snorted coldly.
"By killing that person, you are venting your anger on me in disguise, and I accept this sentiment."
The thin young man casually handed Chen Feng a jade pendant: "I can help you three times."
Chen Feng wanted to refuse, but the young man threw him a jade pendant and left in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the clear and transparent jade pendant without any lint in his hand, Chen Feng could only put it away.
"Sure enough, as Uncle Lu said, the mysterious world is getting more and more chaotic." Chen Feng looked at the melee crowd and murmured to himself.
Just when a secret realm appears, how many forces surface and how many people take advantage of the troubled waters to fish.