The reckless man raised his rod and was about to smash it into the boy's hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Lan Feng raised his hand slightly, grabbed the wooden stick, and the wooden stick stopped in the air.

The reckless man raised his eyebrows, raised his head, and his eyes as big as a cow were round at this time, "Who the fuck are you?"

The spiritual power in Lan Feng's hand was running, and the wooden stick drew a perfect arc in the air, "Bang"

fell to the ground with a thud.

He crouched down, helped the boy up, and touched his head.

"Yo, seeing that you are so thin and weak, and your strength is quite strong?" the reckless man raised his hand in the air and put it down, his tone was slightly better, and said: "This brother, when I see you, you are a foreigner who has just entered the city and does not understand the rules here. I respect you as a man, I advise you, in Chu Huangcheng, don't be rash, what you see with your eyes is not necessarily the truth, and you can't manage some idle things!"

As he spoke, he picked up the wooden stick with a swaying body, swiped it in his hand a few times, walked over to the boy, and raised it again.

Just then, the stick was grabbed again.

The reckless man was stunned, his heart was crossed, he grabbed the stick with both hands, and was about to smash it down at Lan Feng with a cruel smile.

Lan Feng's expression was as usual, his eyes turned, and the stick instantly turned around, but before the reckless man could react, the reckless man went down, and the reckless man screamed miserably and fell to the ground.

At this time, there were already a bunch of people around here, these people were talking to me, I didn't know what they were discussing, the only thing I could see was staring at Lan Feng with a very disgusted look.

The boy had already quietly gotten up, touched the bulging clothes in front of him, looked at Lan Feng anxiously, and then turned his gaze, and glanced at the reckless man who fell to the ground in fear, and ran away from the gap in the crowd.

The reckless man watched the boy flee, raised his eyes to look at Lan Feng, sighed, and frowned: "Alas, if you don't give up until the Yellow River, when you suffer a loss, you can understand our feelings!"

As he spoke, he touched the big bag on his head, got up and left.

Lan Feng didn't understand what the reckless man meant, he pursed his lips, and when he swept away, everyone next to him had a disgusted expression, confused.

The crowd dispersed, and Lan Feng was about to leave, when suddenly someone slapped him on the shoulder, and a heavy voice came from behind him: "Young man, are you from out of town? Do you have time now? Come and sit with me!"

Lan Feng felt his body tighten, stopped, and said vigilantly: "I'm still in a bit of a hurry, I'm afraid there is no time to pass, or wait for ......"

"What are you waiting for, I hate waiting for people the most!" Lan Feng suddenly felt extremely heavy on his shoulders, and he couldn't suppress the spiritual power of his whole body.

At this moment, his body was light, Lan Feng lowered his head, and found that his feet were already hanging in the air.

Who is the person behind him who is sacred, and has such power. Lan Feng couldn't move all over his body, let alone turn his head.

The wind was cold, Lan Feng's eyes were red, and tears flowed down his face from the wind. This man's speed has exceeded his usual flying speed, and can be calculated by ten times.

"If you don't want to be blind, close your eyes!" came a commanding tone behind him.

Lan Feng smiled bitterly in his heart, closed his eyes, and could only hear the crackling sound of the wind blowing on his clothes behind him.

Sad urging, sad urging, I can be targeted when I go home, what kind of sin have I created? Lan Feng said to himself in his heart.

The process of being led by the nose and not knowing who the other person is is is really difficult. I don't know how long it has been, but a day has passed in Lan Feng's inner world.

The wind stopped, the sound of clothes flapping disappeared, and Lan Feng only felt a lot of stones under his feet, and his feet hurt.

He was apprehensive and slowly opened his eyes.

It was a cramped house, very dimly lit, and there was a pile of debris in front of him, and he looked down and saw that there were not stones under his feet, strange shapes, and he did not know what it was.

At this moment, there was a banging sound behind him.

Lan Feng turned around and saw an old man with a childish face, holding a hammer in his hand, squatting on the ground and not knowing what he was smashing.

Lan Feng pondered a little, took a deep breath, and plucked up the courage to speak, "Uncle, is there something wrong with you bringing me here?"

The old man didn't seem to hear Lan Feng speak, and the work in his hand didn't stop, but sped up.

Lan Feng frowned strangely, raised his voice and said, "Uncle, what are you knocking on?"

The sound of the beating was still there, and there was no intention of stopping.

Lan Feng's heart sank, this old man must be a deaf man, and he was about to move his steps, when the beating suddenly stopped, only to hear the old man say in a deep voice: "Don't move, otherwise, I will kill you!"

Lan Feng's expression was sluggish, this person is too weird, he grabbed me, I was powerless to resist, he said now that he wants to kill me, it is better not to take risks. Lan Feng pondered in his heart for a long time, and he didn't dare to come out, so he obediently put down one foot that was already off the ground.

"Well, that's right. The old man snorted lightly and said, "It's too tiring to stand, you sit down!"

Lan Feng looked at the ground, where is there a place to sit in this mountain of debris? He glanced at the pile of black spike-like objects behind him, stood in place blankly, and said in a trembling voice: "I...... I'd better be standing!"

"Huh?" the old man was visibly angry, and shouted, "Sit down!"

Lan Feng hadn't reacted yet, he only felt his body sink and sit on the thorn ball.