Foshan was surrounded by a few sturdy guys, listening to their sarcastic words about Song Zhancheng, looking at the fact that although people and animals were harmless, if they were vice-generals, they could also see that Foshan was accumulating anger.

However, the sentence "It is not easy for a master like Prince Jin to teach a slave like you" is the fuse of Foshan......

As soon as the man's voice fell, before he could open his mouth and laugh and demonstrate, an afterimage shook in front of him, and the person was knocked out ten feet away.

Everyone exclaimed, opened their mouths wide, and couldn't close them, the man was not only knocked to the ground by Foshan, but also very badly injured, the whole face was centered on the mouth, and the surrounding was high and swollen, bruised and swollen, and the blood was dense like a spider's web.

Foshan slapped him in the mouth, because of the skill, in addition to the superficial injuries that looked scary, in fact, he didn't even break a tooth.

This is just a warning, if they dare to talk nonsense again, Foshan can kill people invisibly, and it is not impossible for him to die because of the pain all over his body.

These people who can only do some kung fu with their fists and feet, where can they be compared with Foshan's internal kung fu, they were immediately stunned.

"Old Ma, are you alright? Yes? This bastard boy, who really thinks he is a thing, dares to make a move on us, and the brothers go up together and take him down! ”

This person suddenly became difficult, Foshan had a cold face, and he was not polite to them, he jumped up on the beam of the house, and looked down at the ant-like weak man condescendingly.

Is he really a brainless shadow three?

wanted to provoke him, wanted him to attack them, and finally they sued him for disturbing military discipline, so competitive and ruthless, didn't his master solve it?

If you want to involve his master, you can use your brain to think of a decent way, a bunch of idiots!

Foshan's contemptuous little eyes completely angered everyone, and they scolded for a while, looking for a ladder to go to the roof of the house, and it was not lively for a while.

"Hey! You little, give it to Lao Tzu, or I'll let you taste the power of this sledgehammer. The speaker's voice was full of breath, and the muscles of his body were coiled around his body like the roots of a tree.

The black sledgehammer in his hand was so fierce that several people on the side didn't dare to approach him, for fear that they would accidentally break their arms and legs by that terrifying force.

Foshan sneered, the corners of his mouth were always pouting with a touch of coldness, ignoring his threats and reprimands, the clouds were light and light, waiting for Song Zhancheng to come out after speaking.

He has nothing to do to deal with the group of wastes who only grow tall but don't have brains, don't talk about losing face, it's boring to fight, isn't it?

"Hey, boy, didn't you hear your grandfather and I talking to you? Just like you, you can kill a few enemy soldiers on the battlefield, and you can only run away! ”

"Yes, if you have the ability to come down, what kind of hero is hiding on it?"

No matter how they abused, Foshan's heart was calm, not disturbed at all, what was the hurry, it was not time to make a move.

Even if he wants to fight, he has to wait for his master to solve Miss Cheng's matter, and when he makes another move, he can still give Miss Cheng a good fortune, right?

Soon, the soldiers were tired of scolding, thinking that the people inside should come out soon, so they stood aside angrily and stopped causing trouble.

However, where can Foshan be scolded in vain, and a good temper is not so tolerated.

He had long observed who was the most influential and who was the most brainless in a group of people, Foshan found the opportunity, and when the man looked up at him, a contemptuous and provocative look was thrown over.

"What, don't continue?"

Sure enough, the man was quickly fooled, but in the end, he still experienced a lot of big things, endured it, and didn't make a big fuss.

just glared at Foshan hatefully, trying to find some ground in momentum, but unfortunately he hadn't seen Song Zhancheng's coercion, Foshan had been by Song Zhancheng's side for many years, how could he be afraid of his little ferocity.

is completely crushed by strength, Foshan suddenly moved his ears, it was the footsteps of his master, about to come out?

It's just wonderful.

Dodge and leaped down, landing firmly in front of the ruffians, only to accidentally step on the man who was glaring at him.

"Sorry ......"

"the mud horses! Dare to plot against Lao Tzu, I think you are impatient! ”

Before Foshan finished speaking, the man threw a punch in front of him, and then saw that Foshan had some difficulty dealing with him, and his machismo and utilitarianism skyrocketed instantly.

Attacking again and again, Foshan retreated again and again, and some people even began to applaud, "Beat him, kill him!" Let him go crazy! ”

At a glance at the scene, you can know who is up and who is down, and other soldiers who were attracted to it began to persuade each other, "Stop fighting, iron head, you fucking bully, be careful of the general picking your skin!" ”

Stimulated by these words, the man shot more fiercely, Foshan seemed to have discovered something, and whispered: "It turned out to be a nest?" ”

"Roar!"

With a roar, this person charged his fists and rushed towards Foshan's chest, with this strength, if Foshan couldn't dodge, he would have to break a few ribs if he didn't die, and internal injuries were absolutely indispensable.

Between the lightning and flint, someone exclaimed, and the general guarding the city and Song Zhancheng both appeared, and they didn't know when they were standing outside the door.

Song Zhancheng knew Foshan's skills and was not worried, but the generals who defended the city didn't know that looking at the child's handsomeness, his heart was in his throat.

The man who called the iron head chased after Foshan, pressing each other step by step, even on the road to death, Foshan struggled to support, and there were many injuries all over his body...... Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore.

I only heard the hussar general roar, clenched his fists with both hands and flew into the battle circle, grabbed the iron head, fell to the ground, and then immediately shot to support Foshan.

"This little brother, is he injured?"

The iron head got up, hung one arm and glared angrily, the side of his face was scratched a bloody red, and he opened his mouth and spat at the bloody foam.

"General, this boy dares to speak disrespectfully to his brothers, he despises our brothers, and his subordinates want to know how his master manages this dog! Mad dog! ”

Song Zhancheng glanced over coldly, Foshan looked at him indifferently, very good, this person can anger both the master and servant, and it is also his ability.

When the hussar general saw that this was wrong, and knew that it was not a calf protector, he immediately scolded angrily, "Presumptuous! ”

Then he hurriedly grabbed someone and ran to Song Zhancheng, and said a little flatteringly: "Lord Wang, this person is a ruffian, but he fights very well, but he has a temper, you see that this matter may be a few of them fooling, and that son accidentally said the wrong thing......"

Very good, the person who dares to say in front of him is not, Song Zhancheng smiled lightly, as if he was a humble son, "The hussar general is serious, and his subordinates can't do things, so let them solve it in their own way." ”

Speaking, looking at Foshan, Foshan was a little nervous, he didn't know if what he did was right, in case the master had other arrangements, wouldn't it be ...... by him

Unexpectedly, Song Zhancheng smiled, "Use their own methods to solve the problem, whether they live or die, they are all responsible for each, and the hussar general can agree with this method?" ”

Everyone in the audience was stunned, and they didn't understand what the Prince of Jin was stimulated.