Chapter 84: Pointing to the fans

It was indeed four martial artists with good strength, Yang Feng looked carefully, and the closer he got, the more he could feel how steady and powerful the breath exhaled from the other party's nostrils was.

The breathing of ordinary people can be described as calm at best, and sometimes messy.

The qi and blood of those who practice martial arts are stronger, and their breathing is secretly in line with the way of heaven and earth, orderly and regular, which is determined according to the fate of each different martial artist.

"Which of you practiced iron sand palms?" Yang Feng said suddenly.

The slightly shorter man in black slowly took off his sunglasses at this time, and then pinned them in his jacket pocket, looking at Yang Feng indifferently, full of disdain.

"Iron sand palms? That kind of foreign kung fu can't be on the table. The short man in black said, tilting his head. I'm a stone palm! ”

Looking at the appearance of the short man in black with his nostrils facing the sky, Yang Feng secretly pursed his lips, this little man is so arrogant, he didn't cut his nose hair, so he was embarrassed to use his nostrils to face others.

The other three also looked arrogant, practicing all internal kung fu, Yang Feng looked at the behavior of these four people speechlessly, and then glanced at the dead fat boss Lan who was still wiping his hands and nose with a white embroidered handkerchief.

It's really that the upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked......

"Hey, how do you want to fight?"

The four black-suited buddies all looked at Yang Feng and said, "Just fight like this, how else can you fight." ”

Yang Feng waved his hand and said, "That's not what I'm talking about, do you want the four to beat me up?" ”

Seeing that the four people took it for granted after listening to their words, that is, the four of them beat one of you, Yang Feng hurriedly said again: "This is not very good for your reputation!" ”

Speaking of fame, the four of them glanced at each other, and the short man in the black suit spoke.

"This is what our boss told us to do."

Yang Feng spread his hands and said, "Your boss just asked you to defeat me, and didn't say that you should defeat me together, as long as one of you wins me, I won't do it!" ”

Because they were afraid of being injured by mistake, Boss Lan and Han Ruoli had already retreated to a far away place, and when they saw them preparing to fight in a distant place, they couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

Boss Lan is just a martial arts enthusiast, not a martial arts enthusiast, his hobby is to watch others compete, not his own, so he doesn't know any martial arts, so he is far away from the center of the competition.

The four of them listened to Yang Feng's words and nodded, it is indeed so, it makes sense.

But......

Yang Feng saw that there was some heat, and the thoughts of the four people had been taken away by him, and continued: "The four of you often cooperate at a glance, and you still seem to be a strong combination!" ”

When the tall thin man among the four heard this, he proudly touched his firm head shaped with gel water, and said with a smile: "You kid is very discerning, we are the four wolves of the mountain!" ”

After speaking, the other three seemed to think that they also had a lot of face, and they all looked proud.

Four wolves in the mountains? Yang Feng was at a loss in his heart, what kind of name is this, he has never heard of it......

But now he still has his own important plan that has not been implemented, his eyes are full of admiration, and the tone of admiration is as if it is true: "It turned out to be the famous four wolves of the mountain, the little brother really has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, and he didn't even recognize it!" ”

Yang Feng's expression and tone were quite exaggerated.

It was as if at that moment he had really become a fan of the Four Wolves of Bishan.

The four wolves of Bishan looked even more proud, and their eyes when they looked at Yang Feng changed, this was not to find fault with us, but to be our iron fans.

In fact, they are not very famous, they have a little kung fu in their hands, but their fame has not been hit, and they also want to play with a name one day.

For example, the White Eagle King, the Deadly Scholar, and the white-haired witch who practiced neon clothes on TV some time ago, such a title, they will also have a lot of face when they walk on the rivers and lakes.

Isn't it just for a face?

When Yang Feng said this, the four of them were a little fluttering, originally thinking that their brothers were silently serving as bodyguards and thugs for others.

It turns out that inadvertently, we are already so famous, and young juniors like Yang Feng can know the four of them, and they are still fans.

The tall thin man patted Yang Feng's shoulder and said, "It turned out to be my own family, then if we do it later, it will not be too heavy, don't worry!" ”

The tone of the old-timer made Yang Feng a little speechless when he heard it.

"But the four of you are so powerful, and you have to beat me alone, I'm afraid ......" Yang Feng pretended to be weak.

The four of them looked at it, how can this work, we are also Jianghu people with iron fans in the rivers and lakes, we have status, status, and strength, how can we bully our fans, isn't this a self-destructive signboard?

So the short black suit directly pretended to be very forced: "Do you think we will bully the small with the big?" Let's go heads-up, don't worry, since we are our fans, we won't be ruthless, we won't slap our face! ”

Won't slap in the face...... There was a hint of helplessness in Yang Feng's eyes, pretending that his grandson was a technical job, pretending to be like this, Yang Feng really felt that he was quite tired.

"Then we'll go it alone?" Yang Feng asked tentatively.

"A must!" The four of them are all people who pat their chests and rush to the big head.

The smile in Yang Feng's eyes at this time couldn't be hidden, these four people are simple-minded and have developed limbs, this sentence is really a wise saying, these four people look like they have lumps all over their bodies, they can't imagine that their minds are so simple, what to say and what to believe.

"Seniors, who will teach the younger brother first?" Yang Feng arched his hand and said.

Dad Lan twisted his fat body and kept looking at it from a distance, he was watching the fight, to be precise, he was watching the fight.

Han Ruoli Beijing is not simple, he knows this, so he wants to keep Han Ruoli as his assistant, and use Han Ruoli's identity to give himself a chance to make a comeback.

Don't look at him like this, this business is all his own hard work, they are all people in this circle, and they don't rely on any external force, who is more stupid than whom?

It's all stupid.

The four of them were all people he invited at a high price, and he saw with his own eyes that one of the four people easily overturned a brother who retired from the special forces team with one palm, and he had four people with such strength, and Yang Feng seemed to be a stinky kid.

"Why don't you fight yet?" Boss Lan is very anxious to see the results he wants.

Compared with the anxious Boss Lan, Han Ruoli looked calm and elegant, sitting on the chair next to her, crossing Bai Shengsheng's calves, and letting the foreman of the club make her a cup of tea and taste it slowly.

"Boss Lan, don't worry, sooner or later you have to fight, it's nothing more than a result."

Hearing this, Boss Lan looked at Han Ruoli with a smile, although the little girl in front of him was as mature and calm as her age, but he was an old fritter.

He has his own calculations in mind.

Jiang is still old and spicy, little girl, although you try your best to disguise, but my brother's eyes are bright, and the four martial arts masters can't beat a teenager who doesn't seem to have grown hair, is this possible?

"Miss Han, although it is a predestined result, I still want to see the result earlier."

"Really?" Han Ruoli smiled lightly and then remained silent, looking very proud.

Boss Lan also sneered twice, victory, he is bound to win, with the help of the power behind Han Ruoli, he is also sure to win, he is a businessman, he is gambling, doing the most sure betting.

In the distance, the four black-clothed suit masters were negotiating, and they all wanted to come out to point out their little iron fan, and finally the short man was sent out.

This time, the nostrils were no longer facing the sky, and Yang Feng couldn't see the somewhat curly nose hair.

"Then a lot of advice."

"You're welcome, you should be." The short man waved his hand and smiled.

Nima, you're welcome, Yang Feng somewhat despised the short man in front of him who only reached his chin, he was just polite, this guy really regarded himself as a god.

Although he was unhappy, Yang Feng still had respect on his face.

In the distance, Han Ruoli gently put down the cup and said softly, "It's started." ”

Boss Lan's small eyes looked through the lenses of his glasses, and it was true, but when he saw that it was only the short man and Yang Feng who were ready to make a move, he felt a little strange in his heart, wasn't it four to one, how did it become a heads-up.

Han Ruoli's small mouth twitched slightly, and a smile welled up in her eyes, this Yang Feng always brought her some unimaginable situations, and she was going to do something now.

She just wanted to test Yang Feng's strength, and this moment was coming soon.

Boss Lan felt a sense of unease inexplicably, this sudden heads-up made him feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

The businessman is rational, and the unjustified premonition is all, so Boss Lan smiled and waited for Yang Feng to be beaten.

The duel between Yang Feng and the short man also kicked off, Yang Feng looked at the short man, and the short man hooked his hand directly towards Yang Feng, meaning: You are my fan, you come first, I will let you attack first.

Do you need to hesitate now? Yang Feng directly came a tiger down the mountain and collided with the short man.

The short man was quite proud on his face, thinking that he would be able to point out his fans soon, and he was a little excited to think about it.

I still cared a second ago. Lewd, he was grabbed by the collar in the next second, and then his own stone palm had not yet been hit, and Yang Feng's fist had already landed on his face.

Yang Feng scolded angrily: "The dead dwarf told you to pretend to be forced, and he also pointed at me!" ”