The head of Qifeng Tower, whose surname is Song and whose given name is Lingfeng, lives up to his name and has always been rough and domineering.
But it is not the kind of overbearing that is blindly reckless, but a hegemonic overlord of the imperial capital who is both coarse and fine. In the Baiyue Kingdom, there will never be more than ten people who dare to offend Song.
And he, Song, would never be able to offend more than ten people.
Among these ten people, there are absolutely no names outside the imperial capital.
Taking the four most capable men around him, he quickly rushed towards Qifeng Tower.
As soon as I turned to Zhuque Street, I saw that both sides of the street were crowded with people watching the excitement. These people did not dare to watch the excitement near Qifeng Tower, but it did not mean that they were not curious.
In fact, such excitement has a fatal attraction for these gossips.
"Get away!"
A subordinate in black robe pushed with his palm, and the crowd was swept away into a long passage. The people crowded there were pushed by the force of the palm, staggering and falling to both sides, leaving a passage open.
"If anyone stays here, this person will be your fate!"
After saying that, the black-robed subordinate used his arms hard and squeezed with his five fingers, crushing the skull of a spectator. He snorted coldly and followed behind the master.
The boss, Song Lingfeng, didn't even look at it, as if the death of a person was like trampling an ant to death and was not worthy of attention at all.
Obviously, this was ordered by Song Lingfeng. At this moment, he was very angry. Seeing so many people gathered here to watch the excitement of Qifeng Tower, how could he not be angry?
Qin Wushuang was alone, standing in the middle of the street, with a calm expression. But he was holding someone in his hand, like a dead dog. He looked as embarrassed as he wanted, and he was the second in charge.
Seeing Song Lingfeng coming from afar, accompanied by the four most powerful guards, the Second Master felt happy and hurriedly yelled: "Boy, I, the First Master, have come personally, your death has come!"
Qin Wushuang smiled and said nothing, but looked coldly at the master who was rushing towards him.
"Are you the young man who came to make trouble in our Qifeng Tower?" Song Lingfeng waved his hand, and the four guards dispersed to four corners, forming a siege on Qin Wushuang.
Glancing over, I saw sawdust on the ground under the gate of Qifeng Tower. The huge gold signboard was completely kicked to pieces.
Song Lingfeng suddenly felt a surge of energy and blood rolling through his body, and he was so angry that his joints all over his body made a crisp sound like fried beans because of his anger.
"Are you the big boss of Qifeng Tower?" Qin Wushuang asked with a sneer.
"Exactly!" Song Lingfeng shouted, "Boy, tell me your name and see if I can offend you. If I, Song, can't offend you, I will admit defeat for what happened today! Otherwise, you will have to accept your fate.
It’s painful.”
After saying that, he gave a ferocious smile and winked at his four subordinates, obviously inviting them to attack in groups. An opponent who can capture the second master alive must not be underestimated.
Although the strength of the four major guards is stronger than that of the second master. But Song Lingfeng's behavior is like this. If he doesn't take action, he must be 100% safe.
"Haha, my surname is Qin, and I am just a descendant of a small county under the leadership of King Chimu. Boss Song can do whatever he wants to do, and there is no need to think about the backstage."
"You crazy young man, if that's the case, I will help you." Song Lingfeng gestured, and the four guards collectively stepped forward a few steps, each concentrating, and only waited for Song Lingfeng to shout and take action, and then they swarmed forward.
"Wait a minute!"
Just when this was about to happen, a loud shout came from the end of the long street.
Then, a very majestic voice shouted in an almost warning tone: "Boss Song, please stop!"
Everyone looked around and saw two figures running towards the end of the long street. One of them was actually wearing the Zhenwu Holy Land's iconic protective robe with five plum blossoms painted on his chest, which meant a very high status in the Zhenwu Holy Land.
Behind that man was a young man, who was clearly Tong Yan who had just left.
It turned out that when the conflict broke out, Tong Yan was also worried about something unexpected happening to Qin Wushuang, so he hurriedly went to a branch of the Zhenwu Holy Land and reported the situation in a hurry.
When the Zhenwu Holy Land heard that the trial champion was in trouble, they immediately asked for instructions. A nearby highest-ranking protector rushed to put out the fire with Tong Yan.
On the other hand, someone was immediately sent to notify the higher authorities.
Zhenwu Holy Land has a strict hierarchy. Below the Martial Saint, there are four great sages, and then there are the twelve elders. Below the elders are the Dharma Protectors. There are a total of thirty-two Dharma Protectors in the Zhenwu Holy Land. Their status is also very respected.
Although Song Lingfeng was domineering, he still had some respect for the people in the Zhenwu Holy Land. Although, deep down in his heart, he did not take a protector very seriously.
"It turns out you are the protector of the Zhenwu Holy Land. May I ask your name?" Song Lingfeng was wary and asked in a deep voice.
"Li." The protector only replied lightly, "Boss Song, can you sell me as a protector to save face and let me take this young man away?"
"Take it away?" Song Lingfeng's face turned cold, and he turned around to point to where the debris was. "This young man smashed the sign of my Qifeng Tower. How can you take it away just by saying "take it away?"
"What is Boss Song going to do?" The protector heard the lack of concession in Song Lingfeng's tone and frowned. He, Song Lingfeng, was rude to him personally, so that was all.
But he was wearing the protective robe of the Zhenwu Holy Land, which represented the position of the Zhenwu Holy Land. This Song Lingfeng actually didn't know how to advance or retreat.
Signboard? Can a signboard be bigger than the signboard of Zhenwu Holy Land?
"How?" Song Lingfeng was obviously a little angry, "Even if I let him die ten times, it would still be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart. Your Excellency, Protector, is this son related to you?"
Protector Li shook his head: "No."
"Is there a reason?"
"nor."
Song Lingfeng nodded and said in a solemn tone: "Since we have no relatives or reasons, I would like to ask Protector Li to give Mr. Song some face. Please don't interfere in this matter."
When Protector Li saw his tone, he became angry. He thought to himself that I can't tell the matter too directly. I don't want Mr. Song to be so overbearing and not even give me the face of the Protector. Could it be that he really thought that he was relying on a palace?
Can a clan girl who is a noble concubine be able to turn clouds and rain over?
"Boss Song, are you sure you don't want me to interfere?" Li Hufa slowly spoke and asked, "Don't you regret it?"
Song Lingfeng sneered again and again: "Regret? Now I just want to make this kid regret coming to this world!"
Protector Li sneered, with a hint of ridicule in the corner of his mouth. Since you, Mr. Song, don't know how to compliment me, then don't blame me for not saying hello to you.
This martial boy really needs to clean up his skin a bit, not to mention that you are just the brother of a noble concubine, even if you are the biological brother of His Majesty the Emperor, you still have to carry around without food!
"Okay, Boss Song, I just hope that in the end, you won't regret coming to this world!" Protector Li said unceremoniously.
At this stage of his status, he is already very transcendent, and there is no need to be too afraid of these worldly giants.
"Hahaha, Protector Li, if you think that having a Protector position in the Zhenwu Holy Land can intimidate Mr. Song, then this is a big joke."
After saying that, his face darkened and he shouted: "Do it!"
The four guards were ready to go, just waiting for Song Lingfeng's order. The four bodies moved together, reacted almost at the same time, and rushed towards Qin Wushuang.
Qin Wushuang did not dodge or dodge, with a sneer on his lips. Until now, although Qin Wushuang had defeated a group of people, he had not killed anyone yet.
It seems that there is no need to continue this kind of reserve. For a bully who is used to bullying others, no matter how subtle you are, you will only get more arrogant bullying.
In this case, I will give you a lesson you will never forget.
Thinking of this, Qin Wushuang moved forward instead of retreating. Suddenly, like an arrow from a string, he rushed directly towards the guard to the east.
This charge seemed very reckless and sudden. The strangest thing was that Qin Wushuang didn't seem to make any move to counterattack.
The opponent, however, was full of fists and aura, and he greeted him with all his strength.
With this rush, the guards in the other three directions were all thrown away by Qin Wushuang. He was about to reach the attack range of the guard to the east.
Qin Wushuang's face suddenly flashed red, and a breath of true energy burst out from his chest. He raised his arms naturally, almost like flowing water, and clapped his hands lyrically.
It seems casual, just like holding a flower and smiling, or breaking a willow to see off a friend——
But just such a random action, stimulated by "Yang Yang Qi", instantly became an indestructible killer weapon.
The force of the palm surges, as if the gentle waves in the mountains suddenly turn into a world-destroying hurricane, like a spark of fire suddenly burning into a raging flame.
The overwhelming palm power was withdrawn, and the surrounding sycamore leaves were rolled up by the palm power and flew in all directions, and the air currents danced wildly.
After all, the guard was a strong man close to the eighth level of the True Martial Realm, but suddenly, he seemed to be thrown into an abyss of despair. His chest seemed to be blocked by something for a moment, and his breathing became rapid.
The next moment, fatal power surged through his body, penetrating all his vitals!
boom!
Jam!
The protector's body was pushed out more than ten meters by Qin Wushuang's domineering palm, and hit a large sycamore tree at the entrance of Qifeng Tower with a loud bang!
Then, the Wutong leaf couldn't withstand the impact of this super powerful wave, and fell down with a "stuck" sound, splashing dust all over the ground.
After killing one person, Qin Wushuang's blood began to boil. If he didn't stop, he turned around and retreated, punching a guard behind him in the head.
This punch was very sudden, and Qin Wushuang's speed was too fast. The guard was attacking from behind, and he never expected that Qin Wushuang could defeat his companion in such a short period of time, and turn around to attack him.
He punched.
Without any intention of retreating, he was directly hit in the head by this punch.
boom!
The forehead seemed to have been cut in half suddenly, and it suddenly shrank.
A fatal punch.
The body was still in the air, but he had been killed by Qin Wushuang's punch. The next moment, his forward momentum was exhausted, and he suddenly fell downwards.
After falling to the ground, he collapsed into a ball and was obviously dead.
Qin Wushuang killed two people in a row in the blink of an eye. His momentum and strength were so great that even Protector Li was dumbfounded.
He had also heard of the name Qin Wushuang and knew that he was very powerful. But he didn't expect that he was so powerful!
He asked himself what would happen to him, and he would never be able to kill these two guardians so easily. Obviously, these two guardians were masters who were almost at the eighth level of the True Martial Realm.
The remaining two guardians were frightened when they saw their companion being killed so easily. They both winked and flashed their hands, and each of them had an extra weapon.
Song Lingfeng also took a breath of air at this moment. He had killed countless people in his life, and many people died in his hands. But he killed people so simply, killing them at every turn. This method and magnanimity made him Song
Some people also feel sorry for themselves.
He put his hand on his waist, pulled out two short sticks, and connected the two ends to form a short gun. With a flick of his wrist, the gun was filled with fireworks.
He let out a loud roar and actually took action himself.
Song Lingfeng's cultivation is at the eighth level of the True Martial Realm, which is very impressive. Especially the short spear in his hand, which has inherited the family's excellent marksmanship, is extremely powerful.
Doing it yourself is naturally no small matter. The spear is like a poisonous snake spitting messages, extremely vicious, and it can't help but stab Qin Wushuang's vitals.
When Hufa Li saw that Song Lingfeng actually disregarded his face and took action himself, he secretly screamed. This Song Lingfeng is a tycoon after all. Although his strength has not reached the ninth level of the True Martial Realm, he personally dealt with a young man and fought for his life with all his strength. I am afraid that this talented young man will not be able to bear it.
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However, if something happens to this young man, the blame will be placed on him. Although Song Lingfeng wants to destroy his family, I am afraid that he, the protector, will also be implicated. He will not be able to escape the charge of inadequate protection no matter what.
Thinking of this, he felt anxious and shouted: "Song Lingfeng, why don't you stop? If you hurt this young man even a hair, I guarantee that you will destroy your family and even the nine clans!"
"Hmph, implicating the nine clans? Is it just you?" Song Lingfeng was extremely angry at this time and could not listen to any dissuasion.
The signboard was destroyed and his most capable subordinate was killed. All of this made his eyes red.
"kill!"
"kill him!"
Song Lingfeng roared again and again, and the short spear kept thrusting out like raindrops. Every time he stabbed, he would curse.
Suddenly, there was another loud roar from one side of the street: "Protector Li, stop him quickly!"
Protector Li was shocked and lost his voice: "Great Venerable Master!"
Without thinking, he put on the glove and grabbed Song Lingfeng's short spear directly: "Song, why don't you stop? The Great Master is here!"
Song Lingfeng ducked the spear head, dodged Protector Li's palm, and stabbed Qin Wushuang again.
At this moment, he suddenly felt his hand heavy. Then, someone had already grabbed his short spear. The shadow in front of his eyes flashed, and an old man in purple robe appeared. His long beard was dancing in the wind, like a god. He was glaring angrily.
Staring at him: "Your surname is Song?"
Song Lingfeng pulled hard, but it didn't move. Only then did he realize that he had encountered a hard idea. He suddenly thought of a name, and thought of Protector Li's "Great Lord" just now. Suddenly, his whole body trembled, and a trace of fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.