However, when the person who was called "brother" by iǎ Ning scolded and said that they Shang people would never associate with féi city dogs, and his sister would never like a féi city dog and let iǎ fan die of this heart, iǎ fan began to clench his fists.

By the time he said the third "Féi City Dog", the fist had already landed on his chin and knocked out two teeth.

Of course, Fan Yichen was rewarded by rubbing off a piece of skin from his right middle finger and being kicked out of the tavern. And iǎ Ning declared that he never wanted to see him again. What kind of jīng god state Fan Yichen was in at that time, he didn't say, and Qiu Peng naturally had no way of knowing. However, one thing is certain, when Fan Yichen walked on the street, in this mood, all he saw was hostility and contempt on the street, which undoubtedly made Fan Yichen feel that this was a provocation.

However, although Fan Yichen did not wear a full uniform, the gang uniform he wore showed his identity, and no one dared to openly offend him. Although occasionally a few people saw him, squinting their eyes and showing a provocative look. Others spat hatefully on the ground, and a dozen more people followed sneakily not far behind him.

-- Fan Yichen can accept all of this.

The final outbreak originated from a seven or eight-year-old child. Fan later insisted that although the child was only seven or eight years old, he was tall and strong, exactly like a teenager. Whether this is really the case, or whether Fan Yichen is ashamed to admit that his opponent is actually an iǎ child, we do not know why he emphasized this point. In short, at that time, there was an iǎ child, standing on the opposite side of the long street, who shouted loudly to Fan Yichen: "Féi City Dog!"

What can a six- or seven-year-old child understand? Maybe he just listens to his brothers, friends, uncles and elders often say this, imitate it, and get everyone's attention.

All the southern tribesmen on the street at that time had a smile on their faces, and none of them came to correct the child. On the contrary, a few men praised it: "This baby has a kind." Not bad. ”

Fan Yichen is such a big person, although he is angry in his heart, he naturally can't be very careless. So he pretended not to hear and continued to walk.

Who knew that the child had received the encouragement and acquiescence of the adults, and he became more and more proud. He chased after Fan Yichen, shouting at the city dog, and threw the stones on the ground at Fan Yichen.

The other children on the street, seeing it, did the same, and seven or eight children threw stones at Fan Yichen together. And the adults next to him are standing next to them and holding their arms, looking like they are watching a good show and playing monkeys.

In order to show his bravery, a child ran to Fan Yichen's back and pushed him. The child's hands were very iǎ, and he was short, and he could only reach Fan Yichen's big uǐ. The strength is iǎ, and it doesn't hurt at all.

But the people on the street laughed, but Fan Yichen's heart was angry, he turned his head and shouted at the child: "What are you doing!"

It should be said that his voice is not loud, and his tone is not very harsh. After all, the other party is a child. But the child was still startled by Fan Yichen's words, and stood in place stunned, as if he couldn't decide what to do for a while, and then burst into tears.

At this time, many adult men who were watching the excitement on the side, holding their hands in front of iōng, surrounded Fan Yichen with ill intentions, and surrounded Fan Yichen in the middle.

At first a few people, then a dozen, dozens of people. In the end, Fan Yichen stood in the crowd, and he couldn't see the edge, only saw countless mouths moving, saliva flying, and arms shaking.

That's when he became scared. Those people of the southern tribes, in dialects that were difficult to understand, dozens of mouths sounded at Fan Yichen at the same time, and countless arms pushed and shoved Fan Yichen's iōng bore and back, making Fan Yichen feel as if he was involuntarily pushed by fate. Seriously speaking, the first to do it was actually Fan Yichen. Because he was already in a hurry and panicked at that time. He felt as if he was going to be overwhelmed by countless people.

In a bit of a panic, he pushed one of his arms away with his bore, and the show began. In the rain-like fists and the shouts that were ten times denser than this, Fan Yichen lay on the ground before he could hit any of them.

-- Those people were really too close to Fan Yichen. There wasn't even a crack around.

Fan Yichen wanted to stretch out his fist to hit someone, but he shrank his elbow back, and found that there was a person's iōng chamber behind him, and his fist rushed forward, and before he had time to destroy the internal force, it had already reached the abdomen of a person in front of him. Ren is Fan Yichen's martial arts, no matter how strong his strength is, he can't play it at this time.

"I thought I was really going to die this time. Fan Yichen recalled with a sense of innocence. But just when Fan Yichen was about to fall into a coma, a man's voice came, and the voice actually overshadowed the excited shouts of hundreds of people: "Enough." Let's have fun, let's stop here. ”

Fan Yichen could only feel that the shouting gradually dissipated, and the rain-like fists suddenly thinned. In the end, a few people were not very willing and not very happy, and the loving Fan Yichen added two more feet to his back, made him roll on the ground, and pushed him again before leaving.

At this time, Fan Yichen saw the dazzling sunshine again.

"Who is that person? When he heard this, one of the leaders said.

Fan Yichen wanted to glare at him, but he touched the wound, screamed in pain, and said angrily: "You hear what he is saying." ”

According to iǎ Fan, the man who saved iǎ Fan was lying on the ground for a long time before he was able to make his blurred vision clear again and see the man's appearance.

The man looked to be about thirty and not tall, but he looked extremely majestic and mighty. The broad round forehead and flat cheeks are a little honest, coupled with the dark skin that has been exposed to the sun for a long time, it is really a standard image of a southern barbarian.

"Throw this féi city dog out there, don't dirty our place. This was the first sentence spoken by the men of the southern tribes. Then he said, "There is a worship ceremony here at night." Do not blasphew the Great God. If you want to kill, you can kill somewhere else. God bless. ”

The man seemed to have quite a status, maybe the leader of the southern tribe or something, as soon as he spoke, the others were submissive and silent. Many people also knelt down to him, calling him "Saiyan".

This is a very solemn honorific title of the southern barbarians, which is probably equivalent to a gang leader or something, and only a very few people are qualified to be called like this.

Then two people dragged Fan Yichen by one foot, dragged him through the square in front of the Luoyue Temple, and threw him on the opposite side of the square on the territory belonging to the people of Féi.

Fan Yichen was able to escape death and asked a few young men to help him here.

Everyone saw Fan Yichen recounting his experience, and the god of jīng gradually improved. Knowing that his injuries, although they looked horrific and terrifying, were actually fine.

Song Qing listened to Fan Yichen's narration, looked quite concerned, carefully asked Fan Yichen about the appearance and accent of the person who saved him, and finally asked: "The person who saved you, are you sure that someone knelt down to him in the street and honored him with the title of Nasaiah?"

Fan Yichen nodded. Song Qing asked again: "Then do you remember who saluted him?"

Fan Yichen shook his head, he was being beaten at that time, where would he pay attention to this.

Song Qing asked, "Then do you remember how they saluted?"

Fan Yichen nodded and said, "It seems to be a little impressed." ”

Song Qing made a gesture of placing his hands in front of the iōng, bent his knees slightly, and asked, "Is this the way to salute?"

Fan Yichen shook his head. Song Qing raised his hands to his eyebrows again, and said, "Is that so?"

After changing several postures in a row, Fan Yichen's memory was still a little vague, and he felt a little hesitant from time to time. In the end, when Song Qing changed three or four postures, Fan Yichen finally pointed to one of the postures and said, "Yes, that's it." ”

(To be continued, please visit wèn for the latest chapter.)