Feng Yi remembered this series of greetings, and cared for the young man's parents in every detail.

It's just that this expression may still need to be practiced, not so fierce.

Hearing Feng Yi's roaring voice, although the young man couldn't understand what Feng Yi was shouting, he knew that he was definitely not saying anything good when he saw Feng Yi's disgusted expression.

The young man was a little stunned at first, and then his face became gloomy, and his eyes looked at Feng Yi, a little angry.

Then he jumped directly into the cellar from above, pointed at Feng Yi's nose and scolded, "Dog minion, who gave you such a great ability to dare to scold me Third Young Master of the Sword, are you tired of living, right?" ”

Feng Yi slapped off the hand of the self-proclaimed Third Young Master of the Sword, and said disdainfully: "Little calf, who do you think you are, what else is the Third Young Master of the Sword, the sword is your size, get out of Lao Tzu, a little far." ”

Now Feng Yi is also like eating **, and the truth has not yet been figured out, so he has to start breaking through by himself, how low.

It's like if you play a game, and before the beginner tutorial has passed, you are directly asked to play a game, which is very unpleasant.

Jian San was stunned, and thought, how is this sword slave different from usual, and he has a big temper like ** bag.

"You dare to scold me, you're really tired of being alive, come on."

Jian San shouted.

"Cut."

Feng Yi cut off, very disapprovingly, put on a look, I just quietly watched you pretending to be forced, waiting for the follow-up.

After a while, several big men walked in, bowed to Jian San, and said in unison, "Young Master." ”

The sword was three clicked, and Feng Yi on the side was uncomfortable, I thought it was just a child's prank, but I didn't expect that this guy might really be a young master.

In fact, I should have thought that looking at his clothes, this outfit doesn't look like a mortal.

and that arrogant look, looking at it, it is not flat.

Feng Yi was constantly thinking about something in his own small world, and only heard Jian San's voice coming.

"This dog sword slave scolded Young Master Ben, you went over and abolished him, wait, forget it, you just need to teach a little lesson, and you will have to test the sword soon."

"Wait until the sword is tested, you can kill it, if you kill it now, I won't have time to find a new sword slave."

Jian San commanded, and finally left a sentence,

"Give him a good dress after the fight, take a bath, and take him to the sword platform."

"Yes!"

After saying that, Jian San left the cellar.

Listening to what Jian San ordered, Feng Yi was a little panicked, did he really have to do it himself, and he had to participate in a sword test by himself, isn't it a panic.

Those big men surrounded Feng Yi, with a cruel smile on the corner of their mouths, this kind of thing of torturing people is their favorite.

Feng Yi saw that the expressions of this group of people were a little wrong, and thought to himself that it couldn't be true, right?

smiled and said, "Uncles, what are you doing here, you won't really listen to that little kid, why don't we have a cup of tea here, a stove, and keep warm?"

The attitude is very modest, and he looks at the big men who are gearing up with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was punched and collapsed to the ground, "Don't drink it, hurry up and finish it, and I'm going to go chic." ”

"Okay, let's finish the fight, change this kid's clothes, let's go to Yihong Courtyard to play a few, hehehe."

"You kid knows these things all day long, but I like it."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

"Good"

Several big men used their hands and feet together, punching and kicking Feng Yi, but it would not hurt Feng Yi's face.

Naturally, it is not because they know respect, but because the Third Young Master of the Sword wants to participate in the sword test if he wants a sword slave, and bringing someone with a wound on his face will affect the appearance of the Third Young Master of the Sword.

After beating for almost a minute, the beating stopped, and directly lifted Feng Yi, who was beaten half dead, and washed his scarred body that had already been beaten.

Then he changed into clean clothes and carried people directly to the sword platform.

Jian San nodded with satisfaction when he saw Feng Yi, who was already dressed cleanly, but was a little dissatisfied when he saw that Feng Yi was still in a coma.

His expression was a little displeased, "Why is he unconscious, do you want Young Master Ben to carry this guy to the sword test?" ”

The big men panicked instantly, and hurriedly begged for mercy, "I'm sorry, we were negligent, and we will wake him up." ”

"Quick, wake this kid up."

Dahan beckoned to his companions behind him, and pointed at Feng Yi to ask them to wake him up.

Several people first pushed, and then slapped hard, tickling......

It was useless to use all his strength, but I saw that the face of the third young master of the sword was constantly changing, and his face was getting more and more ugly.

It's like a volcano on the verge of erupting, ready to erupt, and it's estimated that it's already angry to a few points.

When several big men saw that something was wrong with the third young master of the sword, they immediately panicked, not to mention going to Yihong Courtyard to be chic, it would be estimated that they might not even be able to save their lives.

Hurriedly knelt beside Feng Yi, and kept whispering in his ear: "Little Ancestor, wake up quickly, otherwise we will probably have to Sayonara." ”

Feng Yi, who was lying motionless on the ground, seemed to have some changes, raising his hands and eyelids from time to time.

Feng Yi felt the nervousness of this group of people, and his heart was indescribably cool, damn, let you gang of big men work so hard, now I will be angry with you.

It's fun to peel it.

Let you be killed by that sword three, haha, provoke me to Feng Yi, I think you have poured blood mold for eight lifetimes.

After thinking about this, Feng Yi continued to pretend to be dead, not moving.

Feng recalled that he was not in a hurry, but those big men were in a cold sweat.

Then several big men discussed with each other, and kept guessing the fist over there, Jian San was not happy at that time, and looked at these big men angrily.

I thought to myself, if you don't wake up this sword slave, there is no need for you to exist.

After several rounds of fierce collisions, a person who looked like a dead horse was left in front of Feng Yi.

The others retreated far away, for fear that others would know that they knew this guy.

Seeing that his companions had retreated far away, the big man who had been left behind sighed, but for the sake of his own life, he still fought hard.

Then he pouted his mouth directly, and attacked Feng Yi's mouth.

Jian San looked confused from the side, the corners of his mouth twitched constantly, fortunately they were just in the corner and no one noticed, if anyone saw it, it was estimated that their faces would be lost.

Kenzo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but it was still too disgusting.

I thought about the big man's big yellow teeth, and then I breathed, hey, hey, vomit.

Jian San turned his body around, leaning against the wall and lowering his head, he felt a little like vomiting, he couldn't think about it, he was thinking about it, and he was thinking that he was really going to vomit.

I saw that Dahan's mouth was getting closer and closer to Feng Yi, getting closer and closer, and Dahan's mouth was constantly opening and closing.

Feng Yi felt that something was getting closer and closer to his face, opened his eyes violently, and saw a sausage mouth coming towards him, so he didn't say anything.

went up and kicked the big man's crotch, kicked the man away with a kick, and almost his first kiss was snatched away by a big man.

It's really exciting to think about, it's not right, it's thrilling.

The big man was extremely painful, and he curled up in the corner alone, covering the dispensable thing with both hands, and his expression was a little sluggish.

Why can't he feel that thing now?

When everyone saw this scene, they felt very sorry for this brother, and then patted him on the shoulder and persuaded: "Everyone doesn't want this kind of thing to happen." We have no choice but to forgive him now. ”

"Me!" The big man was directly angry and fainted.

Feng Yi didn't feel the slightest sympathy when he saw this scene, this guy is a pervert, when he beats himself, he actually likes to touch other people's things.

Even if it is death, it is more than innocent.

The others weren't so sad, on the contrary, they were a little happy, at least they didn't have to die, they could go to be chic again.

Jian San noticed the movement behind him and found that Feng Yi had woken up, nodded at the big men, and motioned for them to go down.

Those big men, relieved, exhaled deeply and walked slowly.

Feng Yi stared at their departing backs, his thoughts were a little complicated, the pain he felt before, and whatever happened was just like the real thing.

Now Feng Yi is already a little convinced that he is really crossing over.

"Sword slave, go on."

Jian San's voice came, and then he threw out a sword, and Feng Yi caught it easily.

Jian San said: "The sword test is about to start, you know what to do." ”