"What! Uncle!"

"It's really fake! When did it happen! How did we not know it at all!"

"yes! Why did an uncle suddenly pop up!"

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The little bosses below were instantly stunned.

Where's the play today?

Feelings: So many of them are here to watch the play today, can they?

"Uncle?" Zhang Zhiqiang's mouth was swollen and he said vaguely.

Even the bigwigs on the field were stunned, they could be regarded as the closest people to the previous family owner, but they had never heard of when the Yang family found an uncle.

"You don't know, it doesn't mean you don't!" Ling Yefeng snorted coldly, holding Zhang Zhiqiang's body in his hand, and walked towards the dozen or so big guys, saying as he walked:

"I don't know what you're trying to do? I don't care what you're going to do, but what I'm trying to say is,

Be good! Give me less of the whole thing!"

The bigwigs on the field who were going to rebel all stared at Ling Yefeng tightly, and no one said a word more.

They really want to see where this young man has the confidence to dare to argue with them like this.

But they couldn't see Ling Yefeng's depth clearly.

The big guys above didn't dare to make a move, and the little bosses below didn't dare to act rashly, and they all stared intently at the situation above.

"Young man, I advise you to get involved in this matter less! This is the internal affairs of the six families, and it is not up to you, a little shrimp, to intervene if you want to!" An uncle of the rebels couldn't help but persuade him.

But the threat faintly revealed in his words made Ling Yefeng very unhappy.

"Yes, you're pretty good though. But there are more people with good skills, and if you die, you are a master of the Xuan Rank, and you can't make any big waves.

A martial artist of your level, Kyoto can only be a pawn when he grabs a large area!" the other big guy also began to talk to himself.

"Yes, young man, don't be too crazy, you put Boss Zhang down first, and we'll talk!"

......

The bigwigs in front of Ling Yefeng began to say a word.

But Ling Yefeng could always feel the sense of superiority in their words, as if Ling Yefeng was the monkey that sprinkled in the palm of the Buddha's hand, and he couldn't escape from their palm after all.

Ling Yefeng also heard it, they actually didn't care much about Zhang Zhiqiang's life and death, otherwise they would have come to Ling Yefeng in a low voice.

"Didn't I say it? I'm the uncle of the Yang family, and that's how you talk to the Yang family? There is no distinction between respect and inferiority at all?" Ling Yefeng knocked Zhang Zhiqiang to the ground with a punch, the latter fainted directly to the ground, Ling Yefeng directly stepped on Zhang Zhiqiang's head, and said unhurriedly.

Several bigwigs' eyes narrowed slightly, and one of them, an old man with a gray beard and a Tang costume, stood up and said:

"Boy is still too crazy? Do you think we can believe this kind of thing? You are just a liar at best, and you want to deceive us!

"How did I become a liar...... Before Ling Yefeng finished speaking, he saw that the old man's body moved instantly, and he directly slapped towards Ling Yefeng's head.

"Huh!" was an almost instinctive reaction, and Ling Yefeng narrowly and narrowly avoided this move.

That strong fist wind brushed past Ling Yefeng's ears, and Ling Yefeng had no doubt that if this palm hit his head, he might have already landed on the ground at this time.

The blow missed, and although the old man was a little surprised, he didn't stop his movements.

Ling Yefeng also immediately counterattacked.

"Bang Bang!" bursts of loud noises and the sound of fists came out, and the two sides saw the moves, and in just a few minutes, the two sides had fought for dozens of rounds.

Although Ling Yefeng couldn't bear it, he also felt the pressure, and sometimes it was even very thrilling.

This kind of pressure he had only experienced in the body of the middle-aged man in black on the Purple Mountain.

After all, he only achieved it quickly after taking the pill, and he was still a little worse than this kind of martial artist who has fought all his life.

"Bang!" Ling Yefeng's last blow directly shocked the old man away, but he also received a certain amount of backlash, and he took several steps back to stabilize his body.

"Kid is good!" The old man was not angry, but his face was full of appreciation, he smiled and nodded, and said:

"Of all the offspring I've ever met, you're the most gifted!"

"Nonsense! Who am I, that's a natural god! You are such a turtle, of course you haven't seen it!" Ling Yefeng pursed his lips and said with disdain.

"Yes, I'm old!" the old man sighed slightly, and then said: "I didn't want to kill anymore, but for the sake of my children and grandchildren's happiness, don't blame me, don't worry, I will definitely burn paper for you." ”

Far from being angry, the old man had a kind smile on his face.

But his smile was very weird, which scared Ling Yefeng to the core.

"You guys, go and call that kid from the Zheng family in, he should do something too!" the old man commanded behind him.

"And then!" said the old man, turning slowly, with that cruel smile on his face:

"Come with me and kill this kid!"

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