Lan Fang stood at the door of the martial arts arena, her pair of soft Yi pushing a wooden wheelchair, as if she had an argument with the guards guarding the door, her white and red cheeks were like a fan, and she kept agitating.

Sitting in a wooden wheelchair was a young girl of twelve or thirteen.

This girl has a thin melon seed face, delicate and fair skin, with abnormal paleness.

Her long eyelashes, with a touch of ice mist, curled over a pair of eyes as black as black gems, and her chin was pointed, holding the petite and delicate mouth.

The most curious thing is that this girl's eyebrows have a crescent moon mark, this mark is like an inverted crescent moon, as she frowns, the mark of the eyebrows seems to come to life, so that her whole temperament instantly changed, becoming quiet, ethereal, just like the crescent moon above the sky, sacred and unpredictable.

"Why don't you let us in?"

Lan Fang raised her head high, like an angry peacock.

"Miss Lan Fang, Miss Ling Xue, don't be embarrassed. ”

A burly guard said in embarrassment: "Today is the day of the family's clan meeting, and the eldest master has ordered that idle people and others are not allowed to enter the martial arts arena." ”

"You even say we're idlers?"

Lan Fang scolded.

"Brother Guard, can you tell Xue'er if Brother Ling Feng is here?"

Ling Xue struggled to lift up the softness that was as pale as snow without a trace of blood, signaling Lan Fang to be calm for a while, and then smiled lightly at the guard.

At the moment when Ling Xue's smile bloomed, two small pear sockets rippled from her pink little mouth, revealing two neat rows of teeth, like polished ivory, shiny.

"Young Master Ling Feng, it seems to be ......"

The guard pondered for a while, and was about to tell Ling Xue the answer, when suddenly an urn sounded: "Seems to be something, stand aside for the chief manager." ”

It was Ling Zhongfu's right-hand man Ling Fu who walked over quickly.

He raised his hand, touched the thinning hair on his head, stared at Lan Fang and Ling Xue with small eyes, turned around, and said with a smile: "You two little Pi Niang, this is not a place for you to come, get out quickly, otherwise the manager will not be polite." ”

"Old turtle, you fox and fake tiger thing, you will be majestic in a few days, if Young Master Ling Feng knows that you are bullying me, he will give you a good look. ”

As soon as she saw Ling Fu's dog-fighting appearance, Lan Fang was angry.

Ling Fu relied on Ling Zhongfu's power, and finally climbed to the position of the head of Ling Mansion as he wished in the past few days.

This was nothing, what annoyed Lan Fang was Ling Fu's favoritism, with Ling Zhongfu behind his back, openly and secretly deducting the food and moon silver of the people in the third room, the last time Lan Fang went to the Danfang to find a few healing pills for Ling Feng that have healing effects on bones, they were all harassed by Ling Fu.

"Ling Feng, is that a waste?"

Ling Fu took advantage of Ling Zhongfu's favor, and did not take Lan Fang in his eyes at all, let alone Ling Feng.

"You actually scolded the young master for being a waste, you are so bold. ”

Lan Fang's fingers trembled and poked at Ling Fu, and she spoke incoherently angrily.

"A person who can't awaken the wheel of life, isn't it waste, what is it? Not to mention the huge Ling Mansion, even if it is the entire Tianming City, who doesn't know the name of Ling Feng's waste?"

Ling Fu waved his hand impatiently: "This housekeeper doesn't have time to argue with you two little leather girls, hurry up and get out of me." ”

"Lan Fang, Brother Ling Feng shouldn't be in the martial arts arena, let's go. ”

Ling Xue whispered.

She wasn't afraid of Ling Fu, but she didn't want to cause any trouble to Ling Feng.

"Miss Xue, Ling Fu is just a slave of the Ling family, you are a young lady, what are you afraid of him doing?"

Lan Fang thought that Ling Xue was afraid of Ling Fu, and said indignantly: "Besides, the young master said that the Ling family will definitely appear at this clan meeting, and we will wait here." ”

"Steward Ling, we are waiting for Brother Ling Feng at the gate of the martial arts arena, this is not a violation of the rules of the family, right?"

Ling Xue's voice was like jade falling on an ice tray, extremely light.

She endured the torture of cold poison today and came to the martial arts arena, just to give Ling Feng an atmosphere, how could she leave so easily.

"I'll give you three points of color, and I've opened a dye shop. ”

Ling Xue's beautiful voice did not impress Ling Fu, he had just heard Lan Fang's humiliating words, and his face suddenly became gloomy. At this moment, his heart was already filled with raging anger, and he poked Ling Xue and said: "You are just a foreign surname adopted by my Ling family, it is already very good to give you three meals a day, and you dare to bargain with this manager?"

In a fit of rage, without waiting for Ling Xue's explanation, Ling Fu kicked his foot on the wooden wheelchair that Ling Xue was sitting on.

Ling Xuejiao's body had been tortured by cold poison for a long time, how could she withstand such a violent shaking, she stumbled when she landed, her head was planted forward, and she was about to touch the ground.

Under this touch, Ling Xue's face was certain.

Lan Fang was behind Ling Xue, and it was too late to help, but at this moment, a hand reached out from the left and helped Ling Xue.

Ling Xue was frightened, raised her head, and what was imprinted in her eyes was a young man.

This young man looked like he was fifteen or sixteen years old, his face was full of tiredness, his hair was messy, and he was even stained with grass clippings, and he looked like he was dusty.

"Brother Ling Feng. ”

Ling Xue's nose was sour, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"When a girl cries, her nose becomes unpretty. ”

Ling Feng blew her tall and straight nose, hugged Ling Xue softly, put her delicate body back on the wooden wheelchair, and immediately raised her head, staring at Ling Fu with a smile.

"The old slave has asked the young master to say goodbye. ”

Ling Fupi said with a smile, and immediately put his hands together and made a saluting posture, but his movements were casual, and he didn't even bend his waist, which showed that he didn't take Ling Feng in his eyes at all.

"No, I don't accept an apology from a dead man. ”

Ling Feng's eyelids were tightly slammed together, and the cold killing intent in them was faintly visible.

"Young Master, what did you say?"

At this moment, Ling Fu thought he had misheard.

A foolish disciple who is useless and has not awakened the wheel of life actually said that he wants to kill himself, a martial artist who has transformed into a mortal realm?

Also, he is the confidant of the eldest lord Ling Zhongfu, don't say Ling Feng, even if Ling Zhongzheng, who is the patriarch, wants to move himself, he has to weigh it, weigh it......

Thinking of this, Ling Fu once again became fearless: "Young Master, what did you just say, please say it again." ”

"I said, if you move my sister, you have to die. ”

Xiao Kill's words fell, Ling Feng's figure moved, raised his hand, and opened his five fingers, like a big covered pot, slamming down towards Ling Fu's head.

With this palm, Ling Feng used the strength of the seventh layer, which contained a huge force of 10,000 catties, and the huge power of the body was Ling Fu on the first floor of the 2,000 jin Transformation Realm, which was naturally a matter of being able to catch it.

Between the palms of the hands, the air flow was agitated, and it suddenly turned sharply, and a whirlwind blew on the ground.

Ling Fu's originally disdainful face suddenly became solemn.

His eyes were wide and full of disbelief.

"Young master, spare your life. ”

Ling Feng's palm, Ling Fu was confident that he was not able to resist, at this moment, he couldn't care about the surprise and incomprehension in his heart, life and death were on the line, and he couldn't help but beg for mercy.

A sneer tugged at the corner of Ling Feng's mouth, and instead of slowing down, the movements in his hands were faster, like a storm.

With a 'bang', the ground shook up a foot of dust.

When the dust dissipated, I saw Ling Fu kneeling on the blue brick floor with a dead face, his hair was unkempt at the moment, a trace of blood hung on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of cracks like cobwebs extended outward along his knees.