The plot described in this poem is vividly presented in front of Qin Yun's eyes, the endless gentleness, the indescribable charm, and even the air has a greasy and sweet taste, which makes the heart soften the water.

And the appearance of Qin Yun and Yan Lingyun also caused a small sensation here.

Pieces of brocade fell like snowflakes, and the girls standing in the pavilion tried their best to attract their attention with white spoons, and from time to time a little servant in Tsing Yi came forward to greet them attentively, trying to keep the two.

Although the costumes of the two are not luxurious, but the momentum of the royal nobles and the first strong people is forced in, and these people who are mixed in the Qinglou to beg for life are all not rubbing sand in their eyes, and they can see at a glance who is the real nobleman.

It's just that neither Yan Lingyun nor Qin Yun were moved by their white spoon temptation at all, and walked straight forward.

Bang!

Suddenly, there were two dull low sounds, and two shadows suddenly flew out of a green building in front of them, and fell heavily on the bluestone paved street and turned into a rolling gourd, just blocking Qin Yun and Yan Lingyun's way!

Qin Yun's eyes froze and stopped, only to see that these two unlucky ghosts were in the outfits of their entourage, their noses were blue, their faces were swollen, their clothes were broken, and they were beaten very lightly, and one of them seemed to have a broken arm, lying on the ground and moaning in pain.

"Phew! What kind of hillbilly who doesn't have long eyes dares to come to the Marriott Building to play prestige, and the master of your family is also difficult to protect himself, get out of here if you know each other!" A young man in brocade came out and spat thick phlegm at them, and sneered: "Don't say that the uncle is unreasonable, reward you with the medicine money for seeing the injury!"

As soon as the words fell, he shook his hand and threw out a handful of silver barley, which rained down on the two incomings.

At this time, there were a lot of onlookers next to him, and the young man in brocade was absolutely arrogant to the extreme, but none of them said anything to dissuade him, but avoided them one after another.

**There are countless dignitaries and dignitaries in the house, and those who dare to be so arrogant must have an extraordinary background.

But it's so good that the brocade-robed young man used a little more force, and a few silver barley were thrown directly at Yan Lingyun's feet, bouncing and hitting his calf.

Yan Lingyun, who originally had a faint smile, suddenly sank his face, and his eyes glared at his opponent like a knife.

The young man in brocade noticed it, and he didn't mean to apologize in the slightest, but sneered at Yan Lingyun's gaze: "What? Do you still want to give these two guys a head? If you have the guts, then come in with the uncle!"

As soon as the words fell, he turned around and went back into the Wanhao Building, not bothering to glance at Yan Lingyun again, as if he was sure that the latter would not dare to follow him in.

Yan Lingyun smiled instead, turned his head and said to Qin Yun: "Since the family has called the battle, then let's go in and have a look, although the Wanhao Building is not as good as Huamanlou and Yanyu Building, it is also a building with a lot of Yanluofang!"

Qin Yun smiled: "Okay!"

He saw all the situation just now, with Yan Lingyun's strength, not to mention a few small silver barleys, even a few steel knives would be bounced off by the True Qi of the Protective Body, how could he be hit in the calf!

Therefore, Yan Lingyun must have a good intention in doing this.

Under the surprised gaze of the onlookers, the two walked into the Marriott Building with their heads held high.

Entering is a hollow hall, decorated with luxurious furnishings jīng beautiful, but the atmosphere is not very good, a group of seven or eight generals will live in two, many guests and girls are far away to hide next to or upstairs to watch.

Surrounded by a chubby teenager and a gray-shirted middle-aged man, the former hid behind the middle-aged man with a frightened face, and it seemed that he would collapse to the ground at any moment.

It can be seen from the way he dresses that he is the son of a wealthy family.

The middle-aged man who was protecting him had a straight waist, his arms hanging down in a protective posture, his upper body was stained with blood, and his eyes looked coldly at a white-robed man who was sitting on the Taishi chair not far away.

The white-robed man was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a handsome face and a pale face, with an indescribable arrogance between his eyebrows, he put his right arm around a beautiful woman, played with a fan in his left hand, and said lightly: "Little fat man, your courage is really not small, with a few dollars to compete with this son to rob the girl, do you know who opened this Marriott Building?"

The fat boy trembled all over his body, and how dare he answer his words, but the gray-shirted middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "My son-in-law didn't understand the rules when he first came to Yanjing and offended Your Excellency, and I asked Your Excellency to make a lot of money, and I am here to make amends to Your Excellency!"

After saying that, he clasped his hands into fists and bowed deeply to the other party.

"Reparations?"

The white-robed man stretched out his hand and stroked the face of the woman in his arms, and said with a strange smile: "Our rules here, making amends is not such a way to make amends. ”

The gray-shirted middle-aged man took a deep breath and asked, "Then what do you want?"

At this time, the fat boy seemed to suddenly have the courage, poked his head out and said in a trembling voice: "I can lose money, a lot of money, I will give you as much as you want!"

"Money?" The white-robed man was stunned and looked at the other party with idiot eyes: "You told Young Master Ben about money? Do you think Young Master Ben sent you a few dollars?

The entourage standing next to him all laughed, and their eyes were full of disdain when they looked at the two in.

"My conditions, it's very simple!"

The white-robed man pushed the woman in his arms away, sat up straight, reached out and lifted the robe, pointed to his crotch and said, "If you two want to get out of here, then kowtow three times before getting under me!"

Such a condition is absolutely insulting to the extreme, and even if the gray-shirted middle-aged man swallows his anger again, he can't help but be furious, and his hands clench his fists hard.

But the fat boy behind him seemed to have been pardoned, and immediately flew over and knelt down in front of the white-robed man, "bang, bang" knocked his head three times in a row, and then crawled under the white-robed man's crotch with his hands and feet.

His quick reaction and quick movements startled the white-robed man, but after he understood, he couldn't help laughing, and kicked the fat boy away before he got into his crotch, and laughed wildly: "You are really a good material for dogs, and the young master will spare you once if he is in a good mood, get out!"

The fat boy immediately crawled out of the doorway, leaving the gray-shirted middle-aged man in the hall.

The white-robed man's gaze fell on him, and he asked with a smile, "Now it's your turn!"

The gray-shirted middle-aged man stood motionless in place, his face full of vicissitudes of life showed a sad sè that could not be dissolved, but his eyes became extremely sharp, and he said in a deep voice: "I only do it and don't do it, you want my life to be simple, but you want me to kowtow and drill my crotch but I can't!"

His words were categorical and striking, containing endless grief and indignation.

"Okay! You have backbone, you are much stronger than your nest master!"

The white-robed man clapped his hands and sneered: "I like to gnaw hard bones the most, I hope you don't let me down!"

Before his words fell, two warriors immediately rubbed their bodies forward, one punch and one flying leg attacked the gray-shirted middle-aged man in unison, the speed was fast and powerful, and the sound of punches and feet breaking through the air was hunting!

**Yanjing strictly prohibits the use of knives and weapons to fight, and violators are severely punished, so although these two samurai are carrying long swords, they still use fists and feet to attack and control the enemy, and it can be seen from their skillful cooperation and ferocious offensive that it is by no means the first time that the two have committed murder before entering.

Although the gray-shirted middle-aged man had already prepared, the opponent's attack was too fierce, and he was one against two, so he could only retreat and raise his arms to parry.

Smack!

He used his right arm to block a samurai's long punch bombardment, but he couldn't fully dodge the other opponent's flying leg side kick, and he took a hard blow to his left shoulder, and the whole thing staggered back to the right.

The two samurai who had the upper hand were unrelenting, one punching the gray-shirted middle-aged man in the neck and neck, and the other rushing forward and swept his knee with his leg, giving him no respite at all.

The middle-aged man in the gray shirt is not very strong, and where can he avoid it in a hurry, so he can only close his eyes in despair, ready to bear the coming pain.

The white-robed man's eyes revealed excitement, as if he saw the gray-shirted middle-aged man falling to the ground struggling and wailing in pain, which was his favorite scene to see.

There have been a lot of self-confident and tough people, and in the end they all became cartilage worms in his hands, and the white-robed man didn't think that the gray-shirted middle-aged member was an exception!

But seeing that the gray-shirted middle-aged man was about to fall under the attack of the two samurai, suddenly a figure cut into the three entrances like lightning, swinging his fists and raising his legs to block their white spoon deadly attack at the same time!

Bang!

Fist to fist, two fists volley head-on!

Leg to leg, two calves crossed and hit each other fiercely!

All the people present clearly heard the sound of bones shattering at the moment of impact!

The warrior god who punched changed suddenly, and involuntarily took three steps back, beads of sweat the size of beans couldn't help seeping out of his forehead, and there was a trace of pain and fear in his originally fierce eyes.

His companion was even more unbearable, his calf and Qin Yun's leg were broken on the spot after the collision, and the whole entry spun and flew out upside down, falling five or six steps away and howling loudly, making everyone tremble.

Huo Ran, a white-robed man, stood up from his chair and stared at Qin Yun fiercely: "Who are you?!"

That look almost devoured Qin Yun alive, and his eyes were full of infinite violence.

It was Qin Yun who suddenly repelled the two warriors, he ignored the white-robed man, but turned to the gray-shirted middle-aged man, and said with a smile: "Uncle Mu, don't come to harm?"

The gray-shirted middle-aged man who had escaped death couldn't believe his eyes, he looked at Qin Yun in a daze, his eyes revealed an incredible look, and he was almost speechless under excitement: "You, you, you"

"Uncle Mu, I'm Qin Yun!"