"It's lawless!"

"It's a long time!"

"Brothers, don't talk nonsense with him-" A group of people were gearing up, eager to pounce on Yan Feng immediately and beat Yan Feng violently. As for Wang Lin, who was the person concerned, his whole face was completely black, and his thick snort was like a blazing fire dragon, which erupted from his nostrils uncontrollably.

At this moment, Wang Lin was full of tyrannical aura, churning wantonly.

Others may be fake, but he is genuinely angry.

I thought that if I showed a little breath, I would be able to suppress Yan Feng and kneel directly on the ground and let him slaughter him. I never thought that such a guy who didn't have the slightest martial arts aura on his body not only did not kneel, but instead ridiculed him, saying that he was dead.

How can Wang Lin endure it?

This moment.

He just wanted to suppress Yan Feng fiercely, so that this guy who didn't know the height of the sky knew how powerful he was.

But just when he was about to explode, even if he was surrounded by a group of manic warriors, Yan Feng, who did not change his face, said indifferently: "What? Annoyed and angry? Want to do it? Wang Lin, I advise you not to mess around! This is not Wangjiazhuang, not your Wang family's own land, no one cares about what you want to do! This is the Fu'anju of the county seat!"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Lin's arrogance that had just burned down invisibly.

To be able to cultivate to this realm, he is not a stupid person.

Just now, it was just anger that burned his heart, and he gave birth to tyrannical impulses.

Now calm down!

Of course, he was calm, and those subordinates were 'not necessarily', and a group of people were still shouting frantically: "What about Fu'anju? Fu'anju in Xicheng is a little better, Fu'anju in Beicheng, what is it! If you want this threat Lin Shao, you are delusional!"

"Hmph, our lord has someone in the county office, don't say that he is beating you, even if he kills you, there will be nothing at all!"

"Bastard, get on your knees!"

Yan Feng ignored these people, and just landed his gaze on Wang Lin's face where his facial muscles were constantly beating!

Wang Lin's unhappiness was written on his face like this, he wanted to explode, he wanted to suppress Yan Feng desperately, but in the end he endured it and shouted: "Enough, shut up for me!"

Only then did a group of warriors shut their mouths.

Immediately after Wang Lin's eyes full of evil light, he stared at Yan Feng and said coldly: "I haven't seen you for a few days, I have become smarter, and I know how to take advantage of the situation, and I actually use the county town to suppress me!

Yan Feng smiled: "Other places, of course you can, but here, you can't help me!"

Wang Lin's eyes widened, and after a few breaths, the breath that burned up in the whole person dropped a little, and he said in a muffled voice: "Since you know, you dare to talk to me like this, aren't you afraid, out of the county seat, without shelter, I will settle the old accounts with you?"

Yan Feng said indifferently: "That's a matter for the future, it has nothing to do with me! Besides, you are so sure that you will be able to suppress me?"

"You!" Wang Lin let out a heavy breath, the anger that he finally suppressed was churning again, but in the end he still endured it and said coldly, "Don't worry, it's really to that point, I will definitely let you know that I am amazing! I will let you understand what regret is!"

Yan Feng smiled noncommittally.

Wang Lin's face was gloomy, and he said: "But God has the virtue of a good life, don't say that I, Wang Lin, bullied you, and don't give you a chance to atone for your sins! If you can transfer the inheritance of the second-order spirit soldier left to you by the old village chief to me! I, Wang Lin, can swear that the past is not to blame, and you and I have grievances, and we will write them off." ”

Yan Feng's eyebrows jumped slightly.

The old village chief is his grandfather, and the second-order spirit soldiers that Wang Lin said are the weapons used by his grandfather during his lifetime.

Because grandpa fell outside, there are no bones left, only weapons remain, so this second-order spirit soldier is a relic of grandpa. According to the laws of the Great Zhou, weapons with the same quality as spirit soldiers, like blood crystals, belong to the category of control, and once the owner of the weapon dies, it can be left to the heirs.

It's just that there are also requirements for the heir, and he must be a warrior. If the heir is still young, it is required that before the age of eighteen, if he cannot become a warrior, the inheritance of the weapon will also be automatically lost.

At that time, the spirit soldier will be washed away from the traces of his predecessor and become ownerless.

If Yan Feng did not become a martial artist before the age of eighteen, he would lose the inheritance of the second-order spirit soldier.

To be honest, if Wang Lin hadn't talked about it.

Yan Feng had almost forgotten the war knife left by his grandfather.

Weapons or something, with his means, as long as he becomes a warrior, it is not a problem at all. Besides, a mere second-order spirit soldier is nothing.

It's just that although weapons are nothing, they are also his private property.

He can do without.

But if someone else snatches, it won't work.

At this moment, Yan Feng's mind was clear, and an emotion like a sudden realization surged from the depths of his heart: "I said, why do these Wang father and son always have trouble with me! It turns out that they are worried about the weapon left to me by my grandfather! Also, the second-order spirit soldiers, who are nothing to me, are no less than divine weapons for these martial artists of the one-fold and two-fold realms! The body predecessor is really an elm pimple, and after so long, I can't figure it out!" But now, now that the matter is clear, it is up to me to take over!"

"That second-order spirit soldier is nothing, but it is always my private property, besides, the achievement of martial arts is in sight, and it should be inherited by me!

Thinking of this, Yan Feng's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Seeing that Yan Feng didn't speak, Wang Lin thought that Yan Feng knew what was wrong, and said: "In fact, you can't keep such a second-order spirit soldier! You are almost eighteen years old? Temper the true yuan of martial arts, and become a martial artist? No, in less than a few months, I am afraid it is not very possible! Otherwise, why would you waste so far? Once you can't become a martial artist and reach the age of eighteen, such a weapon will have to be taken back from the official treasury.

Wang Lin's aggressive aura churned again.

It's just that this time it's different from just now, just now it's irritable and crazy, and now it's self-righteous and winning.

In his opinion, Yan Feng knew how to choose.

"Yan Feng, you don't have a choice! Such a second-order spirit soldier, a waste like you don't deserve it! Only a genius like me can have it! Hehe, when the time comes to start with the weapon, let's make a good calculation of the old account!"

Wang Lin never thought of turning a fight with Yan Feng into a jade silk.

Once the weapon was acquired, Yan Feng at that time really had no use value at all. For such a potential threat, the only way to deal with it is to kill him.