This sudden slap is ferocious!

Li Jia couldn't parry, and the whole person was staggered, fell to the ground, and his brain was buzzing!

When you get up from the ground.

Li Jia looked back and scolded extremely angrily.

"Who the fuck dares to beat Lao Tzu?"

Seeing that, Lin Feng stood there silently, looking at Li Jia.

Obviously.

The slap just now was made by Lin Feng.

Originally, Li Jia felt that Lin Feng must have been beaten down by the Twelve King Kongs under him at this time, and even the people in Zhao Li Village were stunned by the skills of the Twelve King Kongs, and the throwing sticks in their hands fell off, and some people stammered that the fight was over.

Take a look at it at the moment.

Li Jia understood.

It's not that the Twelve Vajra are finished, but the Twelve Vajra are finished.

Because, behind Lin Feng, the twelve people were lying on the ground, and there was no movement at all.

In other words, Li Jia took seven steps, and Lin Feng knocked down twelve people. Moreover, it is not twelve ordinary people, these twelve people are masters mixed up from the rivers and lakes, Li Jia's personal bodyguard, twelve King Kongs.

Of course.

This is Li Jia's own opinion.

In Lin Feng's opinion, these people may be able to fight more than ordinary people, but in fact, they are just thugs who are not in the stream.

This kind of opponent is even inferior to Zhao Yan and Zhao Yao.

They are not real Jianghu people at all, let alone masters. There was no point in fighting with such a person, so Lin Feng didn't fight them at all, but walked between them, strolling leisurely, and smashing them unconscious with a few hand knives.

For a day or two, they couldn't wake up.

In the beginning.

Li Jia was indeed very angry, but after seeing clearly that after Lin Feng fell to the ground behind the Twelve King Kongs, his anger turned into shock and horror.

His face was blue and red.

Lin Feng's face was cold, and without saying a word, he walked straight towards Li Jia.

Li Jia stared at Lin Feng.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop!"

Lin Feng didn't listen to him at all, and he didn't pay attention to him.

He walked in front of Li Jia in a few steps, grabbed Li Jia's neckline, and slapped Li Jia's face several times in a row.

A few slaps when stopped.

Li Jia was already stunned, his face was swollen like a pig's face.

"You...... Why are you beating my big brother?"

A man behind him, with a roar, rushed over.

That person was the same person who brought Lin Feng into the village before, and it was he who instigated the villagers to come and besiege Lin Feng.

He is one of Li Jia's dogs, who is rampant and domineering in the village.

And he rushed over, like a mad dog, grabbing the slinger and smashing it at Lin Feng, but before he could get close to Lin Feng, Lin Feng kicked him in the stomach. From here, the man flew out more than ten meters away and rolled to the ground.

He clutched his stomach, convulsed, vomited blood from his mouth, and couldn't get up.

This way.

Lin Feng slammed his palm on Li Jia's chest.

Li Jia spit out a mouthful of blood as soon as he was chopped, he retreated again and again, and Lin Feng kicked him in the stomach again.

He flew out and smashed into the back of the chair.

A yellow rosewood chair was smashed to pieces.

Li Jia lay on the broken wood, convulsing and screaming.

Lin Feng went over, took out a dagger from Li Jia's pocket, and stabbed it at his head!

Li Jia was frightened when he saw this, and his eyes widened!

Bang!

The dagger almost brushed against Li Jia's scalp and stabbed heavily on the concrete floor next to him!

The sharp dagger, stabbed on the concrete floor, barely reached the hilt!

Li Jia lay on the ground on all fours, his clothes soaked through cold sweat.

namely

Seeing that the knife had not pierced him in the head, he was still trembling and terrified.

Finish this.

Lin Feng looked at Li Jia on the ground and said calmly.

"Village Chief Li, get up, let's sit down and talk."

Where has Li Jia been beaten like this, in the past, he has always bullied others, and no one has ever dared to touch him.

But today, he Li Jia ran into a hard stubble, he shrunk his neck, even though his whole body was in pain, and his mouth was full of blood, he still gritted his teeth and climbed up according to Lin Feng's request.

He said with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Lin, here, it's a VIP living room, please, come with me."

On the surface, the situation in Zhao Li Village is more complicated than the theft of the door, but in fact, in Lin Feng's opinion, the situation in Zhao Li Village is even simpler.

Before Lin Feng went to see Shi Tong, he naturally didn't know what Shi Tong thought, and besides, the thieves in Los Angeles all had real skills, and it was not easy for Lin Feng to let them help him wholeheartedly.

Sometimes, with the help of Tong, Lin Feng has the opportunity to pick one out of a hundred and get things from his bag.

In the final analysis, it is difficult to get the thief to help.

But Zhao Li Village's side.

The so-called Twelve Vajra is just blown out.

They weren't even as good as Scar, the first master bodyguard that Lin Feng had seen in the Nanluo Gambling Stone Shed at the beginning, and they were even far from the Blue Army, the successor of Bajiquan behind.

In the past, Zhaoli Village can be described as a holy place of Tumen.

After all, there are two major Tumen surname families entrenched here, and the entire Tumen Northern Sect, when they see the people in Zhao Li Village, they have to give some face, but now Zhao Li Village, the straw bag is in charge, and it is no longer a real force in the rivers and lakes.

Ultimately.

Although they are tomb robbers, now, at best, they are an antique counterfeiting gang.

It doesn't need to be that complicated to do things here.

Dealing with people like Li Jia is actually very simple.

If you want him to cooperate well, it's simpler, you don't need to talk so much nonsense to him, play so many tricks, come up and beat him first, and others will be honest.

Guests are in the living room.

Lin Feng sat down.

But Li Jia stood next to him, his head bowed, his legs trembling like sifting chaff, and he didn't dare to sit down.

"Sit down!"

Lin Feng said.

Li Jia may have heard it wrong because he was too nervous, so he pounced and knelt directly on the ground.

Lin Feng didn't pay much attention to it, just asked.

"What about Zhao Jinshan? Let him come too."

Li Jia nodded, knelt on the ground, and shouted at the people outside.

"You guys go over and call Lao Zhao!"

At the mouth of the Jiazi kiln, I heard someone shouting Zhao Jinshan, saying that Mr. Lin and Village Chief Li asked him to pass, Zhao Jinshan was so frightened that the fire tongs in his hand fell to the ground.

From the mouth of the kiln to the VIP living room, Zhao Jinshan's legs were weak.

He already knew that this was the result, the Twelve King Kongs were bragged by Li Jia very well, but compared with Zhao Yan and Zhao Yao, they were much worse, not to mention, it was Lin Feng who was facing the combined efforts of Zhao Yan and Zhao Yao.

Li Jia was originally asking for hardship.

Seeing Li Jia kneeling on the ground, Zhao Jinshan was very knowledgeable and knelt down.

Lin Feng took out the USB flash drive and handed it to Zhao Jinshan.

Zhao Jinshan took the USB flash drive in the same posture as the folding, and swore to Lin Feng that he would do his best to achieve perfection for the 162 antiques, and Li Jia next to him also hurriedly echoed to ensure the completion of the task.

Lin Feng doesn't have to worry about this, because next, the whole village will mobilize, and those imitations will definitely be completed as scheduled.

Then.

Lin Feng asked again.

"In your village, in the early years, a batch of Yuan Qinghua Guiguzi descending mountain picture jars were produced, right?"