Chapter 120: Finding Death Can't Be Done

Chang Feng is approachable, without the slightest arrogance, the other party has the heart to make friends, coupled with Ma Zhongliang's recommendation, the two sides have a good conversation, and it didn't take long for the senior brother and brother to be called, so that seeing each other in the future is at least considered acquaintance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The other party was the one who caught Chang Feng's attention the most among several people, and the two disciples who were called Ma Zhongjin and Zhao Yang.

Ma Zhongjin looks majestic and quite heroic, this person and Ma Zhongliang are cousins of the same clan, Zhao Yang looked at Si Swenwen but his words were capable, and his face was shrewd, both of them had a successful cultivation in the late stage of qi refining, and I believe that it will not take long to be able to advance to build a foundation.

Because he had to accompany Luan Qingzhi to the Chuan Gong Hall, he talked with a few people for a while and Chang Feng thought about saying goodbye, but at this time, there was a commotion in the distance.

Everyone turned their heads to look, but they found that many disciples had gathered under the thousand-year-old pine and cypress in the distance, and the quarrel in the middle was getting louder and louder.

"Could it be that something happened to Senior Sister Luan?" Luan Qingzhi was waiting for him there before, but at this time, Chang Feng, who was surrounded by everyone, couldn't see what was going on inside, and couldn't help but be a little worried in his heart.

Thinking of this, Chang Feng hurriedly bowed his hand to Ma Zhongjin and the others, and walked towards the crowd.

Out of curiosity, Ma Zhongjin, Ma Zhongliang and others also rushed to the crowd with the usual wind.

The thousand-year-old pines and cypresses are lush and green, and they can't be hugged, surrounded by many disciples.

In the crowd, three seventeen or eighteen-year-old young men were stopping Luan Qingzhi from shouting and scolding there, while Luan Qingzhi was angry, and his eyes were flashing with tears.

"Senior Sister Luan, what's going on?" squeezed into the crowd, seeing such a situation, he didn't think about it, Chang Feng rushed directly in front of Luan Qingzhi and blocked him behind him.

But Luan Qingzhi didn't respond, just shook his head and tried his best to control himself from crying.

"Shout, here comes a helper. Seeing Chang Feng standing in front of Luan Qingzhi, the leading young man snorted coldly, and then looked at Chang Feng.

Seeing that Chang Feng was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and that he only had a cultivation at the Qi refining level, he immediately shouted disdainfully: "Boy, it's okay to get out of the way, if you want to be a hero and save the beauty, it won't be your turn." ā€

"Roll, roll, roll as far as you want. ā€

"Get out of here, or you'll not be able to eat for a while. ā€

The two young men who followed the leader also shouted.

Luan Qingzhi didn't respond, and Chang Feng immediately looked up at the three seventeen or eighteen-year-old youths opposite.

The leading man is quite thin and thin, and his face is quite handsome, although he looks like a jade tree in the wind in a delicate embroidered white dress, but a pair of mouse eyes greatly reduces his temperament.

At this time, the young man's face was ruddy, his eyes were blurred, and his body was full of wine, and he had obviously drunk a lot of spiritual wine.

As for the two people behind the leading man, they were all dressed in ordinary white, obviously as inner disciples, and they looked at Chang Feng with disdain, but when they looked at the leading young man in the middle, they had a flattering look on their faces.

For these three people, Chang Feng didn't know any of them, although the other party didn't show specific cultivation, but with his feelings, Chang Feng felt that the leading young man should have the cultivation of the early stage of foundation building, and as for his two followers, they were disciples in the late stage of Qi refining.

I didn't understand who the other party was, and I didn't know what was going on, Chang Feng was confused, so he could only ask Luan Qingzhi again: "Senior Sister Luan, what happened?"

"Senior Brother Chang, there's nothing to do with you here. Shaking his head slightly, Luan Qingzhi was already crying.

"Shout, boy, you really don't know what to do!" Seeing that Chang Feng ignored their threat, the leading young man also shouted angrily, and then said: "Wang Qiang, go teach this kid a lesson, let him know the price of knowing the hero to save the beauty." ā€

"Yes, Nan Shao. Hearing the leading young man say this, the attendant named Wang Qiang frowned instantly, but he still answered, and after a few steps, he raised his arm in front of Chang Feng, and raised his slap to fan Chang Feng.

"Smack. A crisp slap sounded.

"Ouch. A painful sound followed.

Although I don't know what happened, but the other party wants to slap himself, Chang Feng obviously won't suffer such a loss, the moment the young man raised his arm, Chang Feng preemptively fanned over, and it was full of strength.

Chang Feng didn't know the identity of the other party, but there was no doubt that the other party was an inner disciple, and based on this alone, no matter whether he was justified or not, Chang Feng was not afraid.

was swiped by Chang Fan, and the young man named Wang Qiang was relieved, covered his hot face and retreated, and said in a low voice: "Nan Shao, that kid is ...... Hit me. ā€

"Hit you, then you won't fight back? What a fool. The young man known as Nan Shao yelled drunkenly.

"Nan Shao, the other party is a personal disciple, and his subordinates can't afford to mess with him!" The inner disciple known as Wang Qiang was quite scheming, and said in a low voice, obviously knowing the severity, and he did not have the slightest resentment against Chang Feng, as if he was somewhat relieved by Chang Feng.

The young man known as Nan Shao opened his eyes when he heard this, scolded in his mouth, and turned to look at the other inner disciple who was following behind him, but the inner disciple also shrank his head, and his meaning was self-evident.

"Stupid, rubbish, waste...... Belch...... Rubbish. ā€

With a wine burp and angrily scolded the two followers, the young man known as Nan Shao flashed a trace of hatred in his eyes, glared at Chang Feng angrily and said: "Disciple by person, disciple by person is amazing! Ben Shao is also a disciple of the family, boy, you dare to take care of Ben Shao's idle affairs, Ben Shao will make you unable to eat and walk around." ā€

As soon as the words fell, Nan Shao stepped forward in two steps, came to Chang Feng, raised his arm, and fanned down with an ear on Chang Feng's face.

Chang Feng turned slightly to the side and flashed it.

"Shout, boy, you can't find death, let you support this little slut, let you ......" Before the words fell, he slapped Chang Feng's face again.

This time, Chang Feng didn't dodge, especially when he heard the other party call Luan Qingzhi a little slut, he couldn't help but be angry, and slapped back.

"Smack. A crisp slap slapped that Nan Shao in the face.

"Ouch. Nan Shao let out a miserable scream, and then fell to the ground.

"Boy, you're looking for death. Being blown down by Chang Feng's ears, Nan Shao was obviously furious, touched his hot face with his hand, and was about to stand up and rush to Chang Feng with an angry scolding.

I don't know if it was because of drunkenness or was beaten by Chang Feng's ear blow, Nan Shao just got up and then fell to the ground by himself, causing the onlookers to laugh.

But the next scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

Nan Shao fell to the ground by himself, and then thought about struggling to stand up, but he struggled twice in a row without success, and then his face turned black and foamed at the mouth.

"Boy, you...... You ......" Nan Shao's eyes glared at Chang Feng, and he stretched out a finger with all his might, and his mouth was inarticulate, and then his eyes rolled over, his body straightened, and he lay directly on the ground, dying instantly.