Hearing Zhang Lang's disrespectful words, he didn't have any respect for Master Feng at all, not only did Ma Buqi grit his teeth, but the surrounding crowd was angry.

Even Zhang Lang spoke wildly, despising Master Feng.

"Yes, boy, you said I came in person, and you want to smoke me?"

Just when Zhang Lang caused the crowd to be angry, suddenly an indifferent but slightly majestic voice came from the back of the crowd.

Hearing that voice, Ma Bu was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned ecstatic.

His master, Master Feng Yaofeng, came, he didn't expect that his master would appear in person, so he hurriedly ran over.

"The apprentice has seen Master. ”

Ma Bu bowed ninety degrees to Feng Yao, and his attitude was extremely respectful.

"Between our master and apprentice, secular rites are exempted. ”

Feng Yao waved his hand.

It's just that Feng Yao opened his mouth just now, and now Ma Bu respectfully addressed Master, and the crowd was even more exclaimed.

Most people recognized Feng Yao at once.

"Oh my God, he is Master Feng, and he really has the appearance of a grandmaster. ”

"Master Feng has been famous in Qingzhou for decades, and this is the first time I have met Master Feng in person. ”

"By the way, what is Master Feng doing in the Black Tower Market?"

"Are you stupid, Master Feng, as a herb master, usually comes to the place where medicinal herbs are sold in person to identify medicinal herbs, and this time, I'm afraid it's also for the sake of medicinal herbs. ”

In the face of all kinds of exclamations and flattery from the crowd, Feng Yao was expressionless, and he had long been accustomed to this situation.

The place where he appears will definitely be extremely lively, and Feng Yao is still very confident in this.

But he looked at Zhang Lang for the first time.

Because he had been nearby for a long time, he saw clearly the matter between Zhang Lang and his apprentice Ma Bu, and at this moment, he also glanced at the Yanling root in Zhang Lang's hand.

Good guy, it's really Yanling Root, because he has been in frequent contact with cultivators recently, and he has heard many times that Yanling Root is one of the materials for refining Guyuan Dan.

And it is also a necessity, and if he gets this Yanling root in his hands now and gives it as a gift to the cultivators who need it, maybe he will have a chance to enter the cultivation world.

Feng Yao was too eager to become a cultivator.

Now that Yan Linggen is in Zhang Lang's hands, he is not too worried, Feng Yao smiled a little: "Boy, you just beat my apprentice and didn't say anything, and threatened to whip me." ”

"Newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, young man, you will pay for your words and deeds. ”

"Now that I'm here, I just want to see how you pump me Feng someone. ”

In fact, Feng Yao was really angry, his apprentice was taught a lesson by this young man, and he was very faceless.

Moreover, the other party actually threatened to smoke him.

It's just ridiculous.

looked at Zhang Lang with disdain.

Zhang Lang was stunned, and looked at Feng Yao in surprise, but he didn't expect Feng Yao to be at the scene, and now he stands up, and it is really very popular, which shows his great influence in Qingzhou.

Of course, for Zhang Lang, no matter how influential Feng Yao is, it has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't even care.

Zhang Lang has no intention of retracting what he said before, and since the words have been spoken, it represents his will.

Holding Yanling root and other five-baht medicinal materials in one hand, Zhang Lang looked at Feng Yao and said lightly: "What kind of apprentice, what kind of master there is." ”

"You can make such a cheap request, I think I should satisfy you today. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Lang slowly walked towards Feng Yao.

He really wants to do it, to smoke Feng Yao?

The crowd was stunned all of a sudden, unbelievable, this kid was crazy, he really dared to smoke Master Feng, even if Master Feng was standing there, no one dared to smoke it.

Seeing Zhang Lang's appearance, Feng Yao himself was stunned for a moment.

In public, this young man really plans to smoke him, which is really a little ridiculous.

Immediately, Feng Yao's face turned cold, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he had murderous intent towards Zhang Lang.

Although he was not a cultivator, Feng Yao had come into contact with a lot of cultivators, even the masters of the half-step Grandmaster.

Even if he failed to become a cultivator and lacked a way, he had learned something in front of those cultivators, don't look at him as an ordinary person, in fact, Feng Yao's methods were quite powerful.

Usually he doesn't show his strength, it doesn't mean that his strength is low.

It's just that he doesn't make a move.

This time, Zhang Lang, a young man, doesn't know what to do, and he really needs to learn a lesson and let him bear the beating of reality.

Soon, Zhang Lang arrived in front of Feng Yao in a few steps.

With a puzzled face, he asked, "Do you really want me to pump you?"

"You're old, don't you think about it?"

But Feng Yao had a cold face, the cold light in his eyes flickered non-stop, and he secretly sneered.

Because with his strength, as long as Zhang Lang moves, he can make Zhang Lang suffer a big loss in an instant, and he is a little disdainful at will.

Especially in the face of so many people, he was even more arrogant, and nodded: "Young man, come, you draw from me, you can draw you." ”

Feng Yao pointed to his face, and his contempt for Zhang Lang reached the extreme.

Because he knew that Zhang Lang couldn't hit him in the face at all, he only needed him to secretly use some means, Zhang Lang not only couldn't pump him, but he might also fall.

The crowd was even more uproaring, no one expected that Master Feng would make such a move.

However, they also saw that Master Feng really deserved to be called a master, and he was extremely domineering, and dared to let people slap his face, of course, the key question was, was Zhang Lang pumped?

If Zhang Lang really won the draw, then hell, no one believed that Zhang Lang would be able to meet Feng Yao.

And Zhang Lang walked in front of Feng Yao, looking at each other with a calm face, he couldn't imagine that there was such a cheap person in this world, let him smoke.

If he didn't make a move, Zhang Lang felt sorry for Feng Yao.

At the moment, he nodded slightly: "Then I will fulfill your wishes." ”

After the words fell, Zhang Lang gently raised a hand, and then slapped Feng Yao's face.

Seeing Zhang Lang make a move, Feng Yao secretly sneered, and then he suddenly tilted his head and dodged backwards, with his speed, Zhang Lang couldn't touch him at all.

"Smack...........

However, a strange scene appeared.

After a crisp sound, everyone in the audience froze.

This slap is very loud.

Could it really be that Zhang Lang slapped Feng Yao's face? No?

No one would believe that Zhang Lang really won Feng Yao, including Feng Yao himself.

He felt the burning pain in his face in horror, and the pain told him that it was all true, and that he had been pumped.

And he came up with it on his own initiative.

Especially when he didn't believe it, thinking it was a hallucination, he touched his face with his hand.

"Hiss..........."

As soon as he touched his face, Feng Yao instantly gasped.

As soon as he touched the skin on his face, he felt a sharp pain on his face, which made him grin in pain.

"You .........."

He was really pumped, and he couldn't avoid Zhang Lang's slap.

"Smack..........

Just when he was a little surprised, his face hurt again, and he was slapped again.