On the storm stage at this moment, Fan Er's fat hand quickly blocked the hand of the young man in Tsing Yi, and shouted: "You grandson, you have the ability to let her let you go willingly, this kind of strong man is difficult, what's the point, it's too much!"

"Who are you?" The young man in Tsing Yi was drunk, looking at the fat man in a red cloak in front of him, and suddenly laughed: "Such a fat and ugly dead fat man, how dare he meddle in his affairs?"

He said with great contempt in his eyes: "Damn, even if you are a hero to save the beauty, you don't pee and look in the mirror of yourself, do you think that if you save her, she will sleep with you, a dead fat man?"

"I'm Fan Er, but I like to let others Fan Er!" Fan Er suddenly spit out a sentence, and then with a crisp sound, he directly slapped the young man in Tsing Yi.

"Smack......

In the Pavilion of Storms, which had fallen silent, the voice was unusually loud.

"No, who is this fat man, who dares to give Zhao Dashao a slap directly?"

"It's really a shame, this Zhao family is one of the four richest families in the imperial city, this fat man, is he drinking too much?"

"Fengbo Pavilion, Fengbo Terrace, Fengbo Wine, these three things add up, this turmoil will really never be less!"

"There's a good show to watch now!"

“......”

"You dare to hit me?" The young man in Tsing Yi was slapped directly because he had drunk a little too much, and he was completely defenseless just now, and suddenly came back to his senses at this moment, and he said contemplatively: "Do you know who I am and dare to hit me?"

His voice suddenly increased several times, and he roared loudly: "Dead fatty, I think you are impatient!"

After speaking, he burst into applause. A punch came at Fan Er.

The fist wind is like a rainstorm, and it is coming in an instant. Fan Er found that the white-gauze woman was still beside him, so he avoided it. The two of them were inevitably injured, so they gritted their teeth, suddenly clenched their fists, and met the fists of the young man in Tsing Yi stiffly.

"Bang ......"

The fists of the two collided together, causing an extremely violent wave, and many of the tables, chairs, benches and some props on the stage were overturned to the ground.

Each took three steps back, and the young man in Tsing Yi stared at him, this dead fat man. Looking at the loose one, he can actually use his own punch?

In the past sixteen years, what he has cultivated is an iron fist and hard kung fu, and ordinary people, if they are in the middle stage of the soul martial realm like themselves, they will not be able to catch this punch at all, and even the fist will be smashed by himself on the spot.

Fan Er also understood in his heart, it seems that this young man in Tsing Yi has a somewhat similar practice to his own Vajra exercises. It's all hard work!

"What the hell, what are you doing there, come and kill him for me!"

The young man in Tsing Yi, who knew that he was not sure of defeating Fan Er, suddenly shouted loudly at the two young men in white in the audience.

The two young men in white listened. quickly jumped onto the storm platform and formed a siege on Fan Er, their eyes were cold. It's going to be shot.

"The three of you hit one, it's too shameless!"

A young voice suddenly sounded from the audience. The young man in Tsing Yi followed the prestige and found a young man who was also wearing a red cloak. At this moment, he suddenly stood on the stage.

His eyebrows were thick, his eyes were slightly deep, and at the moment a pair of slightly deep eyes were staring at him, as if if he was going to destroy them all at once if they made a move.

This is an incomparably strong will to fight, and for some reason, the three teenagers looked at the sharp thorn in Liu Wentian's eyes, and they couldn't bear it, whether they could stop his anger.

The young man in Tsing Yi didn't expect that someone would dare to come to help, and suddenly shouted: "Who are you?

The corners of Liu Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and he said lightly: "I am Liu Wentian who was admitted to the hospital today!"

"It's not that they're shameless, they don't have a face at all!"

Gu Qingyang's voice suddenly sounded, and immediately, the three white-clothed young men suddenly felt that there were three black things rushing towards them, and they hurriedly blocked them with their hands, but the strange thing was that the three groups seemed to be able to turn, bypassing their hands, although they also got some on their hands, but they all ended up on their faces.

Immediately, their faces seemed to be covered, and remembering that Gu Qingyang said that they had no face at all, everyone in the audience suddenly burst into laughter.

Only then did many people discover that on Gu Qingyang's shoulder, there was a small brown pig, and the pig's buttocks were wet at the moment, and it seemed that he had just finished pulling.

Fan Er suddenly laughed and said excitedly: "Wonderful, this is called pig pooping on a dog's face!"

Gu Qingyang had a straight face and said seriously: "You're not right, this is called pig beating dogs!"

"It's better for a pig to poop on a dog's face!"

"It's better to beat a dog with pig!"

“......”

The two of them actually quarreled over this issue, and they didn't seem to remember at all that this was on the tense storm stage.

"Enough!" The young man in Tsing Yi seemed to wake up a lot, and said coldly: "Who are you, you have a kind of name!"

"You remember, my name is Fan Er, Fan Er's Fan, Fan Er's Er!" Fan Er held up a big belly, and pointed to Gu Qingyang and said: "His name is Gu Qingyang, if you don't accept it, come to us!"

"Okay, Liu Wentian, Fan Er, Gu Qingyang, you remember, I won't let you go!"

After the young man in Tsing Yi finished speaking viciously, he took the three young men in white and walked away.

"Hey, this Zhao family is young, wasn't it very arrogant just now, why did you suddenly admit it?"

"This Zhao family is also the master of bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, and it was naturally no problem to deal with that fat man just now, but now, the three teenagers have gone up, looking at that realm, it is not bad at all, not to mention that there is a young man with a long sword in the audience!"

"You're right, the Zhao family still has two hits, but those three white-clothed young men, except for the fox and the fake tiger, have no strength at all, otherwise they wouldn't even pull a few bubbles of from that pig, they wouldn't be able to dodge!"

"This young master of the Zhao family is cunning, after all, it is a family that does business, and he is very cold about judging the situation!"

"Yes, it is estimated that he will find three teenagers to settle accounts in the future!"

“......”

Although everyone was worried about the three of them, they also burst into sparse applause, as if they were applauding and cheering.

Liu Wentian and the others ignored it, but Fan Er suddenly grinned and said, "I'm really sorry, just now my brother's little pig and soiled this beautiful storm platform!"

The white gauze woman's eyes were full of gratitude when she looked at the three of them, especially when she looked at Fan Er, her eyes were full of a faint tenderness.

She burst into tears and smiled: "Thank you three sons for saving me! It's nothing, we'll take care of it ourselves!"

"My name is Li Youyou, the three sons went to the bar first, and when I took off my makeup, I really toasted you to express my gratitude!"

(To be continued.) )