Long Fei was kicked out of the Wolf Village by Zhao Ziming half a year ago, so he put out the idea of going back. At first, he also followed Long Xiuqi's arrangement to study and practice hard, but after Long Xiuqi went out on a mission, no one cared about him, his nature relapsed, and he ran to the town every once in a while, and spent all day drinking with the fox friends he had met before, so he didn't have a good time.

Although he is young and his skills are not good, he is a close relative of Long Yan, the great elder of the Lone Wolf Gang, and he wears a tiger skin, so he deliberately scolds him, and they are all sons and buddies in the forces with a face in the town.

When these people saw him behaving like this, they knew that he had a gap with the young man at the table, and thought that this was a good opportunity to get closer to each other, and they should not miss it, so they asked the reason one after another, and they were ready to teach the young man a lesson.

Long Fei didn't want to lose face in front of everyone, and only said that Zhao Ziming had offended him fiercely and had to find a way back. A young man applauded, and from time to time someone offered suggestions.

"Long Shao, beat him!"

"Strip him naked and throw him out on the street!"

"Pour him with ice water and make him sober!"

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Long Fei hated him for defeating him, but he couldn't fight himself, so he turned his head to a tall young man and said, "Xiang Peng, you help me catch him." ”

Xiang Peng is the son of the town guard, fifteen years old this year, he has learned a few shallow kung fu since he was a child, and his internal strength cultivation is also passable, there are three layers, he is the strongest in a group of sons, and he is the second on weekdays.

He answered "yes", pinched his knuckles loudly, walked towards Zhao Ziming with a sneer, and hugged him with open arms. Zhao Ziming pushed hard, and his right hand came first, imprinted on Xiang Peng's chest, and Xiang Peng suddenly staggered back a few steps.

"There are two hits. Xiang Peng rubbed his aching chest, his face was very ugly, and then he smashed his cross arm down and took Zhao Ziming's shoulder.

Although Zhao Ziming was drunk, the bitterness of that month in the medicine hall was not in vain, and the moves and styles of Bajiquan had been integrated into his bones, and he naturally leaned on his shoulder and slammed into the crook of Peng's arm.

Xiang Peng saw that he looked drunk, and thought that he had smashed it with a punch, and this kid had to lie on the ground, and he was happy, as if he had seen Zhao Ziming's embarrassment.

However, the next moment, his eyes widened, only to feel a sharp pain in his arm, and his body flew up involuntarily, knocking over the dinner table behind him.

Long Fei saw that the situation was not right, and said loudly: "Let's go together!

More than a dozen teenagers surrounded Zhao Ziming together, their fists and feet fell like raindrops, Zhao Ziming didn't have time to dodge, he was hit a few times, screamed in pain, subconsciously rolled on the spot, raised his hand and punched, hitting the bridge of someone's nose, and the person covered his face and retreated.

Zhao Ziming stumbled out of the gap, knocked over another son-in-law, copied a bench casually, did not retreat, but advanced, and swept over.

The boy's buddy knew it well, and quickly jumped away, Zhao Ziming was indomitable, picking a stool on the left and a stool on the right, with the strength of one person, more than ten people did not dare to fight back.

The restaurant has already been in a mess, the timid fight left as soon as it started, and the bold and good things gathered around to point and point, watching with relish, seeing that Zhao Ziming was young and strong, he couldn't help but shout!

Zhao Ziming raised the stool again and slammed it down, and suddenly his hand was light, but it was the stool that was cut in half with a sword.

Xiang Peng held the sword, "Brothers, copy guys, I have to give this kid a little color." ”

He was the only one in this group of people who brought a weapon with him, and when the others heard this, they followed Zhao Ziming's example, carried a bench in his hand, and even a boy ran to the counter and took the shopkeeper's abacus.

It is true that this statement is true when you drink and have courage. Zhao Ziming raised his hand to hold a bench, and when he saw that there were several benches around him, he didn't try to escape, but let out a long howl, gave up half of the stool in his hand, stepped sideways, bullied a son's brother's arms, and put his right elbow on his stomach, the man screamed miserably, and fell to the ground with his abdomen.

Zhao Ziming walked with him, and put down the two of them in the same way, but after all, because of drunkenness, his consciousness was a little chaotic, and he was also hit several times, just because the person who succeeded was weak and weak, and he was not injured.

The biggest threat is still Xiang Peng, he relied on the sword in his hand, stabbing left and right in the chaos, and Zhao Ziming was beaten several times, all to avoid his sword.

Seeing that Zhao Ziming was brave and fierce, the sons and brothers were reluctant to retreat, but they were unwilling to be humiliated by him, and the others were afraid of escaping from the battle, and they were looked down upon afterwards, so they were ruthless and attacked Zhao Ziming with all their might, hoping to create an opportunity for Xiang Peng.

As a result, Zhao Ziming's situation is much more dangerous.

Long Fei hid in the crowd, and occasionally made a move, but he also retreated as soon as he touched it, for fear of being approached by Zhao Ziming. Suddenly, Zhao Ziming was careless, and the corner of his forehead was hit by a stool foot, blood flowed, and his body shook twice.

"Guys!"

Seeing this, Long Fei's eyes flashed, he roared at the top of his throat, waved the bench without hesitation, and pounced on it obliquely, about to smash it down, and the rest of the boys also seized the opportunity, the bench was like a forest, and fell to Zhao Ziming.

How do you think that Zhao Ziming suddenly turned his head and drank violently, moved to Long Fei's side as fast as lightning, grabbed his back collar, and with the strength of his hand, he actually lifted it with one hand and threw it forward.

At this moment, Xiang Peng stabbed from that direction with a sword, Zhao Ziming's throw was fierce and urgent, Xiang Peng couldn't retract his momentum, and the long sword in his hand popped, just piercing into Long Fei's heart and coming out through his body.

The whole restaurant fell silent in an instant, the boys forgot to attack, and the onlookers looked at each other, muttered a few words in a low voice, and all turned around and left, leaving the restaurant as fast as possible.

They know that the identity of these sons and brothers is extraordinary, and now that they are dead, if they don't leave, they may be greatly implicated.

Zhao Ziming was stunned, he shot at Long Fei, purely because of the latter's roar, he remembered the person according to his voice, remembering that it was this person who instigated others to besiege him, and subconsciously wanted to teach this person a lesson, how could such a thing happen.

Blood flowed down from the corners of Long Fei's mouth, he opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth, raised his right hand slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all, his hand hung down, his head tilted, and he was out of breath!

Xiang Peng panicked, his face turned pale and pale, and he patted Long Fei's face in a trembling manner, "Brother Long, don't scare your little brother." Seeing that Long Fei didn't react, he stretched out his index finger to probe his nose and sat on the ground, his eyes glazed. Long Fei's corpse lost its support and collapsed beside him.

Xiang Peng has not killed anyone, he is young, but he is lustful, because of his identity, it is not good to be in the town, so he often disguises himself to go to the countryside outside the town to hunt and steal incense, and never let go when he meets a beautiful woman, and immediately kills people afterwards, which can be called ruthless.

It's just that what died under his sword at this moment was the young master of the Long family who his father had told him to befriend him with a great background!

Although it was accidental, how could the elders of the Long family give up? He knew that this time not only brought death to himself, but also brought ruin to the family!

"Ahh

Zhao Ziming suddenly realized, ran away, and ran out of the restaurant, how dare others stop him.

Pushing aside the crowd, Zhao Ziming ran in the direction of the city gate.

Suddenly, he saw a group of soldiers in armor walking on the avenue ahead, and he hurriedly stopped, leaned into the crowd, and watched the soldiers walk by.

After some tossing, at this time his drunkenness was much lessened, calmed down the panic in his heart a little, asked the two passers-by for the way, and then walked away.

Smoothly went out of the city, and traveled in a hurry for half an hour, it is estimated that the pursuers will not be able to catch up if they want to, so Zhao Ziming breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down.

Looking around, I saw pieces of farmland, longitudinal and horizontal, weeping willow plants, willow leaves falling, the ground covered with a thin layer of snow, the sky was dark and gloomy, occasionally a lonely bird flew by, a small river meandered, flowing into the distance.

Zhao Ziming walked to the river, took a few handfuls of water to clean the wound on his forehead, sat down on a stone by the river, rested, and thought about his future whereabouts.

The Lone Wolf Gang can't go back for the time being, he killed the grandson of the great elder, and the master is not in the gang, so it is inevitable that he will be retaliated and poisoned when he goes back, so he has to leave this place first, find another place to avoid trouble for a while, and then ask him for help when the pharmacist returns to the gang.

Thinking of Long Fei's death, Zhao Ziming couldn't help but sigh, a good life was buried in his own hands like this, but he didn't feel guilty, the other party maliciously hurt people first, and he was also to blame for this end, and he couldn't blame him.

The plan was set, Zhao Ziming rested for a while, and then walked along the river, gradually moving away.

In the Futian Town Ya, in a large hall, the town guard knelt on the ground to Wen Bin, his face was like ashes, his body trembled slightly, and his expression was very frightened.

In front of him, sat a middle-aged man, with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, slightly white temples, and fierce eyes, like a man-eating eagle vulture.

There was also a corpse lying on the ground between the two, and looking at its appearance, it was Long Fei.

The middle-aged man stared at Long Fei's corpse motionlessly, his eyes were full of red threads, and he spoke for a long time, his voice low and hoarse, like two tiles rubbing against each other.

"Call your son over, I have something to ask him. ”

Xiang Wenbin's body trembled violently, kept kowtowing, and begged in his mouth: "Third Master Long, please raise your noble hand and let the child live." ”

This middle-aged man's name is Long Hanqin, and he is Long Yan's third son.

His face twitched, and a terrifying cold light suddenly shot out of his eyes, "Do you call it or not?" ”

Xiang Wenbin was able to gain a firm foothold in Futian, and he received a lot of support from Long Hanqin, so he naturally understood that the latter's means and strength were far from being comparable to his own, so he could only send someone to call his son Xiang Peng over.

Long Hanqin said: "Tell me what happened as it is, if not, I will make you a dilemma of life and death!"