Not long after Meng Fan left, the Buddha came, and the moment he opened the door, a haze and cold aura came to the surface. The Buddha was stunned for a moment, and looked at the bewitching woman who was still sitting on the chair, even if she turned her back to the two, she could still guess her expression at this time.

Sit in front of the chessboard and stare at the red creep in front of the veteran.

"Gang Master Yan, just let him go?" The Buddha asked, with anger on his face, eager to break Meng Fan's body into pieces.

Yan Xiong didn't seem to hear what he said, he kept staring at the chessboard, his face was gloomy, and the red soldier was tightly held in the palm of his hand. After a while, he spoke: "Do you know what this Meng Fan told me? ”

The Buddha snorted coldly and said, "What else can you say, I must want you to hand me over, right?" ”

Yan Xiong's upper eyelids were slightly raised, and he said that the Buddha was a demon, and the fox spirit who had practiced for thousands of years turned into a human form to harm people, but he looked at the Buddha like a fake beggar who could only rely on begging to cheat money.

"He said, I'd better not follow the old path of the dragon thirty years ago, otherwise the end will be even worse."

"Arrogant and domineering, I don't know how thick the sky is!" The Buddha sneered and said, "Such a person will not live long. ”

"It's quite flamboyant, hehe." Yan Xiong got up, stopped looking at the Buddha, and walked out of the room.

Buddha frowned, what did Yan Xiong mean by this?

He couldn't figure it out, so he looked at the bewitching woman sitting on the chair and asked, "What does Gang Master Yan mean by this, let Meng Fan go, do you want to cooperate with me?" Or is he not sure to get rid of Meng Fan? ”

The enchanting woman glanced at him without being salty, put away her nail clippers, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "The king of Hades has seen a lot of people who are arrogant and domineering, but the king of Hades has never commented on a person like this, do you know what the king of Hades said, he said, among the people I have seen in the world, I have only admired one, and Meng Fan is the second." ”

"If you want revenge, go to the Black Prison and find that old psychopath. Except for him, no one is Meng Fan's opponent. ”

"Meng Fan is so powerful?" The Buddha frowned deeply, and snorted lightly: "It can't be that the King of Hades has lost the sharpness of the year, just a little-known boy in the mountains, I didn't expect that even Yan Xiong, who is known as the Lord of Hades, would be afraid of him." ”

The old neurotic in the black prison, what kind of existence is that, the people who rank first in the national art list all respect him, claiming that in front of the old neuropathy, he is only a three-year-old schoolchild.

He is a legend, in the 60s, he disturbed the entire country in peace. How many famous masters have died in his hands, if you have to compare someone with him, in Stephen Chow's "Kung Fu", he is the original form of the Huoyun evil god.

"Buddha, I advise you, you can eat indiscriminately, but don't talk nonsense. Hades doesn't care about you, it's because he doesn't look down on you at all. Playing conspiracy and tricks, you must also have the possibility of winning, and sometimes learn to make trade-offs in order to save your life. The bewitching woman said.

The Buddha's face was cloudy, if Meng Fan could really compete with the old neuropathy, the industry he had built in a few years would only be handed over. However, how can you be willing?

"People will have death holes, even if he is cast in copper and iron, I will find his weakness and ask for his life!" The Buddha was ruthless, seeing that his foundation was completely cystized by Meng Fan in one day, and his heart was dripping blood.

Meng Fan left the restaurant, and the second person he was looking for was He Fatzi He Kun from Beicheng District, He Fatman was particularly fat, one meter seventy-five tall, weighing more than 300 pounds, like a meat ball, hiding at home and eating watermelon in winter, and he was still sweating all over his body.

"What Buddha and Daoye, I don't care what grievances you have, if he dares to appear in my territory, I will let him chop him into meat croquettes." He Fatzi said, he didn't want to see Meng Fan, panting and snorting like a pig, and scolded impatiently: "Get out of here, don't block the fat man." ”

Meng Fan turned around and left, some people didn't need to talk nonsense, left He Kun's house, and set off towards Nancheng District, but they were told that the Prime Minister went to the opera garden to listen to the play.

Yanjing has a lot of opera gardens, and some old men and ladies like to listen to Peking Opera, and there are not many young people who can have this patience now. When Meng Fan came, a fold of "Mu Guiying in Charge" was singing to the high/tide part.

There are not many people in the opera garden, there can be seven or eight people sitting scattered, Meng Fan walked towards an old cannon who was wearing a black cloth cotton jacket, a melon skin hat on his head, and canvas shoes, and he was short of a big braid, plus the big braid was alive and well, and he walked over to an old cannon who had nothing to do in the Ming Dynasty and walked birds and played with crickets.

He was the only one present, and the others were all ordinary old actors. I'm afraid no one would have imagined that this nostalgic old man is the prime minister of Nancheng District.

"There aren't many young people who like to listen to opera." Minister of State Zhang Guoxiang raised his cloudy old eyes and twitched Meng Fan.

"I'm not here to see the play, I'm here to find you." Meng Fan said.

"You don't want me to meddle in the affairs of Xicheng District, you can, as long as you can accompany me to watch this "Mu Guiying in Charge". However, this drama is not easy to watch. The Prime Minister said with a chattering face, reaching out and grabbing Meng Fan's wrist.

The two compared their strength, and at this moment, Tsing Yi Hua Dan, who sang Mu Guiying on the stage, played a red tassel gun in his hand and shouted: "Where are the Yang family children?" ”

"Yes." Six women's clothes Hua Dan of different ages walked out from behind the scenes, and seven guns pointed diagonally at the sidelines, and the audience applauded.

"Mu Guiying" played a circle of Yang family marksmanship, and said: "Oh, that thief, take your life!" ”

The spear was raised, aimed at Meng Fan, and suddenly a shot was thrown, and the remaining six people, whoa, aa, shouted, jumped down from the stage, followed by the spear, and rushed towards Meng Fan.

One hand was restrained by Zhang Guoxiang, Meng Fan snorted lightly, turned over and bent his legs, hooked up the wooden chair on the side and smashed it at the red tassel gun, and at the same time swung a fist at Zhang Guoxiang, forcing him back.

The sound of gongs and drums was as fast as raindrops, and the seven women held spears in their hands, and turned around Meng Fan sharply.

"Tsing Yi, Tsing Yi, it turns out that you are the owner of Swallow Building, Tsing Yi!" Meng Fan stared at the woman who played Mu Guiying, reached out with one hand, broke the spear in her hand, threw his backhand at Zhang Guoxiang who was rushing up, and stabbed the black cloth jacket with the broken gun, nailing him to the wall.

At the same time, the seven widows of the Yang family made a move, and the most powerful move of Yanzilou turned out to be a gun array. It is composed of seven people and seven guns working together, and every step is flawlessly coordinated with each movement.

Tsing Yi is the eye of the formation, and it is also the most powerful killing move, but the spear in her hand was broken by Meng Fan, and the entire gun array was greatly discounted. At the end of the battle, Meng Fan threw the six broken guns in his hand on the ground, looked down at Mu Guiying who was lying on the ground and said, "The owner of the swallow building, Mu Qingyi." ”

Mu Qingyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared at Meng Fan angrily.

"The back wave pushes the front wave, I didn't expect the young people to be so skilled now, hey, forget it, forget it, I lost, Nancheng District will not interfere in your affairs, and it will not help the Buddha." The prime minister looked at the torn jacket distressedly, patted the dirt on his body, and walked out with his hands behind his back.

"Not convinced?" Meng Fan forced Mu Qingyi's eyes and said: "There is only your swallow building left in Xicheng District, and I have visited the leaders of the three districts in the southeast and north, do you think you have the capital to fight with me?" ”

Mu Qingyi didn't speak, there were ten thousand reluctances in his heart, but he was helpless.

The situation is stronger than people, the prime minister of the country set up the stage for her to sing, came to ambush on all sides, and waited for Meng Fan to be like an urn. But who would have thought that Meng Fan was so strong. Even the Prime Minister of the Kingdom is not his opponent, what can she do if she is not convinced, Huaqing Hui and the Dragon and Tiger Gang together are far from being comparable to Yanzilou.

The only backer, the prime minister, has already admitted defeat and run away.

"You won." Mu Qingyi finally bowed his head.