Looking at the somewhat familiar pace, Fenghua on the soft sedan chair smiled softly.

Although the three boys came very arrogantly, they seemed to see that these four big men were not easy to start, so they slapped their hands one after another, and more than 30 family members appeared in an instant, surrounding the five people in the center. After seeing that people couldn't run anymore, the one at the head tied a trouser belt and walked over with a bang.

"Now beg for mercy, and grandpa won't break your legs." Tilting his chin proudly, although his face was extremely pale because of the hollowing out of wine, the pair of narrow and cunning foxes seemed a little loose at this time, and he gently picked it up.

"Dare to call yourself my grandfather, it seems that you are not ready to ask for legs." With a snap of his fingers, the puppet one, two, three, and four put down the soft glue, like four fierce tigers, and pounced into the poor flock of lambs, and in less than ten breaths, the thirty or so family members were left aside by the stacked arhats.

The three teenagers couldn't help but take two steps back, looking at these four fierce guys, their hearts were pounding, and the other onlookers were also vigilant and cautious to stay away, but after standing in a safe position, they all stopped to watch.

"Shall I help you, or will you do it yourself?" The object on the soft sedan continued to speak.

"Tell you, I'm a scholar boy, dare to touch me, don't mix up this Shengjing!" The young man who was proud before couldn't help but push the people around him to the front one by one, looking like he was ready to flee at any time.

"Shangshu?" After hearing Shangshu, the mass of objects moved, struggled a few times, but still did not get up, and finally was helped up by one, two, three, and four in the worried gaze of people.

He coughed softly, patted his clothes, and then stood in front of the boy.

"Dare to rob the girl with me, you don't want to mix up this Shengjing." Stretching out a finger, he poked at the boy with good-looking eyes.

Although it was only a light touch, the young man scurried backwards as if he had seen a ghost, and looked up and down for a long time, his expression became very subtle, as if he had been stimulated by something, and there was a trace of blood on his pale face.

Not only the recent teenagers, but the other onlookers who stopped all looked very strange when they saw the people standing still.

Among the four big men, there was a thin young man, whose face was even more exaggerated than that of the scholar, and of course not many people cared about his face at this time.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

A white robe, with fine workmanship and beautiful workmanship, can be said to be made by everyone, and a dark black cloak was draped on it, but the cloak was crookedly sewn with a piece of cloth with written handwriting, which looked very nondescript.

There was a red silk around his waist, and a piece of jade the size of an adult's fist hung on it, as if it was a seal, and the words under the jade could not be seen far away, but people were very worried that his pants would not fall down so much.

"Fengtian carries the emperor, the edict says: Give the Northern Heaven God of War the title of hereditary king with a different surname, and seal the ......" There was a person who read the handwriting of the rag sewn on the cloak in disbelief, and after reading the handwriting, his legs suddenly weakened, this, this, where is this rag, there is a bright red and unique mark on it, this, this, this is clearly ......