Lin Xiaofei followed Song Zifeng a few corridors and courtyards, and finally came to the door of Song Zifeng's courtyard. However, at this time, there were a few people waiting at the gate of the small courtyard.

There were a total of ten people at the gate of the courtyard, and two fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers stood in front, who seemed to be the leaders of this group of people, and when they saw Song Zifeng and Lin Xiaofei, they showed a somewhat playful smile on their faces.

"Yo Yo, isn't this Brother Zifeng? I haven't seen you for many years, how can I be so fat like a bear, my brother almost can't recognize it. One of the thinner and slightly taller teenagers glanced at Song Zifeng, and said in a somewhat yin and yang voice.

And the other burly boy just looked at Song Zifeng with a smile on his face and a little grim in his eyes.

Song Zifeng glanced up and down at the two teenagers, and said with a smile: "Why don't you two bastards have a long memory at all, I remember I told you that if I see you coming to my courtyard again, I will see you once and beat me once." ”

The thin and tall yin and yang shouted angrily: "Song Zifeng, don't be complacent, we are not the same as before, don't try to bully us anymore, we are just here to teach you a lesson today." ”

Song Zifeng glanced at this tall thin man, and finally glanced between his legs, and couldn't help laughing loudly: "Song Zichen, you are indeed different from before, haha." How did that fat brother feel when he kicked it?"

Lin Xiaofei on the side almost heard the meaning, these two teenagers should be Song Zifeng's half-brother, the thin and tall one is named Song Zichen, and the burly young man is named Song Zishang. It seems that the two of them got the news of Song Zifeng's return and brought people over to find fault.

"Song Zifeng, ...... you" Song Zichen wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Song Zishang, Song Zishang stepped forward, his face gradually turned cold, and he said coldly: "Big brother, don't talk nonsense with him, we will abolish him!"

Song Zifeng's face was also cold, and he said, "Little Heizi, you stand aside, this is our family matter." Today I'm going to give the two of them a long memory!"

Lin Xiaofei glanced at Song Zishang, who was a little gloomy opposite, and then glanced at the eight guards behind them. Then he stepped aside, but stared at a few people closely.

Song Zichen snorted, and took the lead in rushing down Song Zifeng, his whole body surging with red halos flickering around him. Lin Xiaofei frowned slightly, this Song Zichen's cultivation was already a dual realm of quenching, and the cultivation of the Shenbo Mansion's "Imperial Yuan Divine Fire Technique" was not weaker than Song Zifeng. Song Zifeng had just broken through to the first realm of quenching the body, even if he could deal with Song Zichen, I am afraid it would be difficult to deal with Song Zichen and Song Zishang at the same time.

Song Zifeng didn't think much about this, snorted lightly, and swung his fist head-on. The same power surged, and the red halo flickered all around him. The two fists collided, and the furious power scattered in all directions, and the two of them took two steps back at the same time.

Song Zichen's face was shocked, and he exclaimed, "You have broken through the Quenching Body Realm?" Obviously, they got the news that Song Zifeng's cultivation should be the Mortal Eightfold Realm.

Song Zifeng smiled and said, "Sissy, it seems that you are not well-informed." ”

As soon as he heard the word "sissy", Song Zichen couldn't help but be furious, and snorted lightly, as if he had lost his mind, and rushed up again, his whole body strength surged, and the red halo became even more red, like a demonic flame burning and burning.

Song Zifeng was proud, and swung his fist to meet him again, and the strength of his whole body surged, surging with the dazzling halo on the surface of his body.

The two rushed up, touching each other instantly, intersecting fists and feet, back and forth. The two of them were whirring in the fist, almost reaching the flesh, and when they touched, they made an explosive roar. The surrounding air also made a loud noise, "beep" sounded, and the ears were endless. The halos around the two of them squeezed each other, like enemies of fate.

In a breath, the two of them had already made dozens of moves, although Song Zichen was a little higher than Song Zifeng, but Song Zifeng obviously had more combat experience, and the two were equal for a while.

Song Zishang's face became more and more gloomy, his fists were clenched, his eyes were hooked, and he was tightly hooked on the battle in front of him. When Song Zifeng and Song Zichen ran to each other again, Song Zishang also suddenly moved.

Lin Xiaofei's face froze, since the battle between Song Zifeng and Song Zichen, he had been watching Song Zishang, and his heart sank when he saw him. The battle between Song Zifeng and Song Zichen was indistinguishable, and once Song Zishang joined, the result could be imagined. However, thinking of what Song Zifeng said just now, Lin Xiaofei controlled himself again and continued to watch, but he was also ready to join the battle at any time.

Song Zishang not only joined the battle, but also specifically looked for opportunities to sneak attack from one side, and after a few moves, Song Zifeng suffered several secret losses. When Song Zifeng and Song Zichen each retreated after punching each other again, Song Zishang rushed up again and punched Song Zifeng, who was retreating.

Song Zifeng was obviously also defensive against Song Zishang, and his retreating body forcibly turned suddenly, and he picked up his fist with his left hand and slammed it into it. However, because he had already punched Song Zichen just now, and he couldn't use all his strength from this angle, plus Song Zishang's strength was still faintly above Song Zichen.

Under the bombardment of his fists, Song Zifeng retreated backwards, and at the same time his arm was also shrugged down, as if he was overexerting himself. Song Zishang seized the opportunity and chased after him, the rim smashed up, and a strange red fire halo erupted above his fist, obviously he wanted to use all his strength for this punch.

Lin Xiaofei's face froze, his hands clenched into fists, and his body slowly tensed. And Song Zifeng finally spoke: "Little black, help, kill him!"

Lin Xiaofei couldn't help laughing, his tense body suddenly relaxed, his clenched fist clenched suddenly, and the whole person ejected, past the backward Song Zifeng, and punched Song Zishang who was in pursuit.

After watching this meeting just now, Lin Xiaofei learned that Song Zishang's strength was between the power of thirty horses and the power of forty horses. Although Song Zifeng said that he would kill him, it was not enough, but thinking that Song Zishang, who also cultivated the Imperial Yuan Divine Fire Technique, had an attack power of as much as thirty horses, then the defense power should not be too weak.

Therefore, with this punch, Lin Xiaofei also almost used all his strength, and the power of nearly sixty horses suddenly exploded.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided, Song Zishang's face changed suddenly, and his eyes showed a look of horror, but before he could exclaim, his whole body flew backwards and fell back, his body flipped in the air for several weeks, and then slammed into the wall on the side of the courtyard gate, and then fell to the ground.

Song Zichen was suddenly stunned, glanced at Song Zishang who fell to the ground, and then turned his head and stared at Lin Xiaofei in a daze. The eight guards at the gate of the courtyard were also stunned, looked at Song Zishang who fell to the ground, and then also looked at Lin Xiaofei in shock.

After stabilizing his figure, Song Zifeng leaned around, shook his arm, and said with a smile: "How is it, it should have a long memory now, right?"

Song Zichen came back to his senses, rushed to Song Zishang with an exclamation, hurriedly helped him up, and exclaimed, "Zishang, how are you, are you okay?"

Song Zishang shook his head, stood up, glared at Lin Xiaofei coldly, and shouted, "Who are you, dare to meddle in the affairs of our Shenbo Mansion!"

Lin Xiaofei smiled faintly and withdrew his fist, but did not reply. Song Zifeng glared at him and said, "You don't use the name of Shenbo Mansion to bluff people, and it's you who fight, what can you do?"

Song Zishang's cold face became more and more heavy, and his brows were almost wrinkled together.