The battle between the three of them made Feng Gongzi tremble, he didn't expect that there were still people, and looking at the fierce momentum, it was obviously not a good stubble.

"Mmmm~It's me!" Han Rou replied triumphantly. I completely forgot about the situation when I was bullied just now.

Han Rou glanced back, the stunned Feng Gongzi.

The meaning is obvious, how about it? Scareless huh?

"Senior Sister Han, are you here to find him?" Wen San looked at Mu Wanfeng, and then looked at Han Judao ambiguously.

"What's the matter, it's just a coincidence!" Han Rou blushed and glared at Wen Sandao: "Also, I wanted to come in just now, why would the woman at the door stop me and not let me in?"

Wen San's eyes rolled around a few times, thinking about how to trick him, but someone rushed in front of him and said something.

"Little lady~ This is a place for fireworks, a place for men. If your concubine comes to have fun, if she lets you in, won't she go to the restaurant and bring her own drink?"

Feng Gongzi said, and gave his entourage another look. The retinue understood, turned around and quietly went out.

"Fireworks...... Fengyue place?" Han Rou realized it for a moment, and then suddenly realized, glared at Mu Wanfeng angrily, and said, "Qinglou? You actually came to Qinglou! Mu Wanfeng, you are really not a good thing!"

Mu Wanfeng touched her nose and said, "I said, we're just here to eat, do you believe it?"

Han Rou shook off Mu Wanfeng's shoulders and crossed her waist and said, "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"

"Senior Sister Han~ We're really just here for a meal, if you don't believe it, you can ask the people in the restaurant. Wen Er defended Mu Wanfeng.

In the eyes of Wen Er and the three of them, Han Rou followed, and she was so intimate with Mu Wanfeng, if they wanted to say that the two were not that kind of relationship, they wouldn't believe it.

Therefore, they who brought Mu Wanfeng here were full of guilt in their hearts.

Han Rou didn't appreciate it, and said, "The people in the restaurant must have helped you talk, and it was useful to ask, you are not a good thing!"

"Uh......" Wen Er and they turned their heads, so they were not embarrassed.

From Mu Wanfeng's point of view, Han Rou is just a troublemaker, and it is annoying enough to come along, she still can't figure out the situation, so she is messing around here.

His temper suddenly came up, and he said, "That's enough! You're not done, eating is eating, if you don't believe it, go back!"

According to Mu Wanfeng's temper in the past, he will definitely say, "Xunhua asked Liu what's wrong, what do you care?" He didn't know why he was going on and on now.

"I'm ......" Han Rou's mouth immediately deflated, and she stood aside crying, beckoning: "Rice, come here~"

Some time ago, she went to Kaiyang Peak to find Mu Wanfeng, but Mu Wanfeng was not there, she was there in Wan Qianxia, and she was cooked with rice.

Han Rou took the rice that came over in her arms, and then began to count it down, Mu Wanfeng's various bad behaviors.

With such familiar behavior, the three people next to them were even more sure that Han Rou and Mu Wanfeng had a situation.

However, they don't know that rice is only respectful to men, but not to women.

Wen San saw Han Rou who was swallowing her anger, her face was full of disbelief, and she gave Mu Wanfeng a thumbs up without a trace, and whispered: "Brother Feng, you are mighty and domineering! Unlike my two straw bale brothers, in front of women, they are like grandsons." ”

Syllable!

Wen Er slapped Wen San again, slapping him on the door of Wen San's head.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door, and Feng Gongzi smiled calmly: "Everyone, you seem to have forgotten me, right?"

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen big men rushed in outside the door, holding weapons in their hands, protecting Feng Gongzi in the middle, looking around with fierce eyes. Among them was the retinue who had just gone out.

Then, another stout man with a beard and a full of arrogance walked in, and after glancing at the field, his eyes ignored Mu Wanfeng and fell on Wen San and them.

The pupils in the cheeked man's eyes shrank, and he asked Feng Gongzi quietly: "Feng Long, you can go to a kiln and have an accident, let's say, what's the matter?"

Feng Long pointed at Han Rou and Mu Wanfeng in the field, and said, "Big brother, I fell in love with that woman, he actually dared to rob me, and he didn't take the Feng family in his eyes." ”

The cultivation sects of the Shenzhou Continent are not only good and evil, but also various second- and third-rate sects, as well as some scattered cultivation.

They are not as unattainable as the good and evil factions, they do not touch the world, and they are only dedicated to cultivation.

These people will fight each other for worldly gain. As long as they don't do things that destroy their conscience, or have fornication with evil ways, the righteous sect doesn't bother to care about them.

The man with the cheeks is called Feng Hu, he is a disciple in a small sect, and he is also the eldest son of the Feng family, and his cultivation is only for the benefit of the family.

Feng Hu knew more things than Feng Long, and when he saw Mu Wanfeng's clothes, he knew that they were from Yuntian Palace.

His younger brother, who is not angry, is usually just a prestige, but today he actually robbed a woman and grabbed the head of the three major sects, he really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Syllable!

The slap was crisp and loud, and the whole hall fell silent.

Feng Hu slapped Feng Long on the face, then walked up to Mu Wanfeng and said with an apologetic smile: "This fellow Daoist, my name is Feng Hu, I am a disciple of Xuanfeng Sect, my younger brother is usually negligent in discipline and disturbed your Yaxing, I am here to apologize to you on his behalf!"

Mu Wanfeng watched him play coldly, didn't answer, turned to Han Rou and asked, "Did he touch you just now?"

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, Feng Hu was a little embarrassed, and anger surged in his chest.

Han Rou, who was holding the rice, was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Don't you want to care about me, what if you touch it?"

Mu Wanfeng's eyes were cold, and she said, "Which hand?"

Han Rou knew that Mu Wanfeng was really angry, and she didn't dare to be willful anymore, so she said honestly: "He grabbed me with his left hand just now, and he still wanted to ...... it."

"Did you hear that?" Mu Wanfeng turned her head and said to Feng Hu with a calm face: "Cut off your hand!"

Feng Hu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "Fellow Daoist, you see that I also taught him a lesson, so forget about this matter, right?"

Mu Wanfeng still said calmly: "Are you coming, or am I coming?"

Feng Hu smiled and apologized again, the other party was still so unforgiving, his face sank, and said, "Fellow Daoist, even if you are from Yuntian Palace, you don't want to bully people like this, right?"

Wen San and the three of them hugged their arms and looked at what was about to happen next with a playful expression.

They were also a little surprised, Mu Wanfeng, who was usually tepid, started a temper and didn't let go if he was caught.

Wen San and the others were a little worried, Mu Wanfeng only had the strength of the forging period, and that Feng Hu actually had the strength of the ninth level of qi training.

But at the same time, they also know that this perverted guy can't use common sense.

Mu Wanfeng didn't talk nonsense, bypassed Feng Hu, and walked towards Feng Long.

Feng Hu couldn't see through the cultivation of Wen San and a few people, but they didn't mean to make a move, Feng Hu was also a lot more relieved, turned around to block and block Mu Wanfeng, and said: "Fellow Daoist, you have to spare people and spare people!"

"Get out!" Mu Wan Storm shouted and kicked over.

Feng Hu flashed angrily, and he also kicked out, but he was a little bit spared, and he didn't use his spiritual power, he really didn't want to make too much trouble with the people of Yuntian Palace.

With a muffled bang, Feng Hu retreated two feet in a row before stopping, and after standing still, his right foot, leg and stomach were trembling.

And Mu Wanfeng didn't move, and after kicking out, he continued to slowly approach Feng Long.

Feng Hu never expected that a person in the forging period would be so powerful, is Yuntian Palace really unattainable?

He no longer kept his hand, used his spiritual power, and slapped Mu Wanfeng with one palm.

Mu Wanfeng didn't blink his eyelids, didn't dodge or dodge, and waited for Feng Hu to come close before he threw a punch.

Feng Hu secretly scolded Mu Wanfeng for being arrogant in his heart, and he increased the force in his hand a little more and slapped it on his fist.

There was another muffled sound, and this time Feng Hu did not retreat, but left his feet off the ground and flew out uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, Feng Hu smashed into the wall of the Qinglou, and even the wall smashed out a big hole. Then he fell on the ground outside the green building, and rolled several times in a row before he could stop.

Mu Wanfeng still didn't shake for a moment, and continued to walk towards Feng Long......

Wen San and the others were all the same, and I knew the expression, without the slightest surprise. Mu Wanfeng gave them too many surprises, and it was no surprise that they were already surprised.

"Perverted, where does this look like a person who has broken his meridians? Wen San smiled bitterly.

Mu Wanfeng's light punch and kick, Wen San knew that he definitely had a spare hand.

Wen Er smiled: "It's not unreasonable to make that strange person in Mo Yushu look at him differently. ”

"He's weirder than Mo Yushu!"

Han Rou's eyes were full of excitement, she clenched her fists excitedly, and her eyes never left Mu Wanfeng's body for half a minute.

Feng Long is not stupid, when the eldest brother slapped him in the face, he knew that he was in trouble.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the eldest brother, who was usually shocked by the heavens, was still uneven, and the man who was walking towards him right now.

Feng Long panicked, and yelled at Mu Wanfeng: "You, don't come here, my eldest brother and third brother are all from the Black Wind Ridge Xuanfeng Gate!"

He reported himself to the backstage, but saw that Mu Wanfeng was unmoved, so he quickly turned around and fled. While fleeing, he shouted to his attendants: "Guys, go up and stop him!"

Before the entourage could make a move, they felt a gust of wind blowing in front of them, and Mu Wanfeng had already stopped at the door of the Qinglou, blocking the way.

Mu Wanfeng kicked Feng Long over and looked at him condescendingly.

At this time, Feng Hu ran in embarrassed and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist, slow down, I'll cut off his hand!"

Mu Wan didn't look back and said, "It's late!"

After he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and stepped down suddenly.

There was a crisp click, and all the dusty women and elegant sons in the Qinglou heard the tingling of their eardrums and the sour roots of their teeth.

Feng Long's hand was broken at the wrist, and white bones were hidden in the broken hand, and there were still hand tendons connected, and blood was splashed on the ground, so it must have been cured.

"Ahh......h

Mu Wanfeng looked at the blood-spattered shoes and muttered, "The ...... who should use the sword"