"Okay, you pretend to be a big shot, Feng Qingyun Dan, hurry up and go and have a look. I want to see which god is so bold in this Shenjing City that he dares to come here to be presumptuous."

Niu Ben stood up and said to Jia Huan with gritted teeth.

Jia Huan laughed and said, "It's not about pretending, no matter who it is, no matter what he broke or injured someone, he will come back ten times more, why are you anxious?"

Niu Ben gave Jia Huan speechlessly and said, "You are still dark enough."

But no matter how much he said, Jia Huan stood up and then the group went downstairs.

Walking to the corridor on the second floor, you can enjoy the view of the hall downstairs from the veranda.

Jia Huan lay on the railings of the corridor on the second floor, lowering his head to look at the noisy chaos in the hall downstairs.

The conflicting person is a group of outsiders, also a brocade dress with grosgrain and a golden crown. You can tell at a glance that it is not a common person.

The person who was bullied was naturally Jia Yun, the shopkeeper.

Although Jia Yun's face was covered in blood at this moment, she still had a smile on her face and said, "Young Master, I am not going to let you know the rules set by our third master. You can't apply for a VIP card without an acquaintance. You can't do it if you are just a businessman, you see..."

"What shit third master? I've really seen a ghost. I came to the restaurant for dinner, but I didn't give the silver to eat. When did I hear any shit VIP card? Why, you look down on men, right? If it's in Liaodong, I'll tear you down! Let your third master come out and let him tell me in person!"

A boy with a fierce face, accompanied by several young men in a bright body, kept smashing the table or hitting people.

Jia Huan took out a broken silver from his sleeve with expressionless expression. With a raised hand, the silver pieces flew out in the roar.

However, although the man below was arrogant and perverse, he was not a mediocre person. He raised his hand and unsheathed his sword at his waist. His hand was very fast and he couldn't see the movements clearly. Everyone felt a flash of light, and the broken silver pieces from Jia Huan's hand were split into two pieces and spread left and right.

"What kind of villain dares to hurt people under the hilt?"

The young man's eyebrows were angry with a pair of thick black brooms and looked up at the upstairs.

This change also made the hall quiet.

Jia Huan looked down at the boy happily, but there was no nervous look in his eyes, and asked in a brisk voice: "Hey, fellow villager, which village is from?"

"puff!"

Niu Ben felt that he was about to die, so he was so happy that he was laughing wildly while holding his stomach.

Ying Xing'er first frowned when she saw someone downstairs, and then looked at Jia Huan with anger and became happy.

Maybe because of Jia Huan's easy infection, everyone downstairs laughed wildly, but they didn't expect that the third master of the Jia family was so funny!

Messenger, which village is from?

This is a mud-legged bun that I use for this group of people as unknown...

However, the three Han brothers did not laugh, and Dong Mingyue did not laugh either.

"Damn it!!"

The young man was so mocked that he was so ridiculed.

When he first arrived in Shenjing, what he was most angry about was that the people here would look at people from other places with a condescending look.

It seems that all the people from other places are inferior to others, although his identity is more noble than more than 90% of the people in this city.

"Wow!"

The young man with eyebrows felt like he was going crazy. He punched the door tower and said with a "boom". The solid wood door exploded in all directions.

There was another quiet in the hall.

The young man glared at Jia Huan and gritted his teeth and said, "Come down!"

Niu Ben didn't smile anymore. But he didn't take it seriously. He looked at the people behind the boy, frowned slightly, turned his head to look at Ying Xinger with a calm expression, and whispered to Jia Huan: "The person who is headed behind this boy is the prince of the Zhongshun Prince's Mansion. Ying Lang, this boy is very silly and very annoying."

Jia Huan's steps did not stop, but just nodded.

The crowd naturally separated one after another. Jia Huan walked to the black-browed boy and smiled and said, "Let's get to know him first, otherwise even the victim will not know who he is, which will be a troublesome thing."

The young man said hell, and he dared to act and said proudly: "Boy, remember, the person who broke your legs is the young master Wen Bo."

Jia Huan nodded, but looked at the people behind him.

The person in charge had thin eyebrows and thin eyes, a feminine expression. He smiled slightly at Jia Huan and nodded.

Jia Huan smiled silently. This person must be Ying Lang, and he is also the mastermind of today's affairs.

Looking further back, there are mostly people with fierce voices.

Jia Huan was about to speak, when Niu Ben, who was beside him, suddenly looked at Wen Bo and said, "Who is Wen Zhengyan?"

The boy with a thick black broom eyebrows was stunned when he heard this, his resentment on his face slightly diminished, but he still said angrily: "He is my brother, what's wrong? Just have a relationship with me!"

Niu Ben sneered, and then said to Jia Huan: "Wen Zhengyan is one of the five new ministers of the Military Machinery Pavilion, and was previously the general who commanded the Black Dragon Legion in the Northeast.

Wen Zhengyan's father also followed Duke Xianrong to fight on the battlefield. Later, he made great contributions, captured and killed the enemy chief and was granted the title of Marquis of Fenwu. Wen Zhengyan is now the first-class uncle who inherited his father.

But if Wen Zhengyan knew that his son had smashed the restaurant of Duke Rong, hehe, this kid would have fun.

Brother Huan, be careful, don’t let those who are interested in provoke our internal struggle. Among the five ministers of the Military Machinery Pavilion, there is also one there. If one more is pulled over, the situation will not be great.”

The last sentence is what the ox booms his ear said.

Jia Huan nodded calmly.

Wen Bo on the opposite side felt that five thunders were thundering at this moment.

It’s sunny, he smashed it... He smashed it into the restaurant of Duke Rong’s country?

this……

Is this over-the-shelf?

"Young Master Wen, you are not right? You, Mr. Wen, aren't you a playboy, you don't give money to eat people and do not give money. They are too arrogant and don't even let Mr. Wen enter. This is not a way to enter the guest. Isn't this a humiliating person?

As for martial arts, the most important thing we cannot lose is blood. I think even if Master Ling Zun knows this, he will not be angry."

Ying Lang is indeed worthy of his reputation for being cruel.

I just smiled and nodded at Jia Huan, but I was fanning the flames and was not ruthless at all.

Just now, Wen Bo's eyes were full of anger after saying a few words.

However, Jia Huan just laughed.

If you want to do big things, you can only rely on this kind of insulting and private means, but you will never be able to get on the table.

If Ying Lang had the personality and mind of Ying Xinger, then Jia Huan might not even be able to sleep at night.

But if it was just like this, he really didn't take it very much.

However, the smile on the corner of his mouth was understood by the irritable Wen Bo as a ridiculous mockery, ridiculing him as a rustic bull from the "country".

In an instant, all the Duke Rong Mansion and his whip were forgotten.

"Wow!"

After a strange scream, Wen Bo stomped his feet and flew towards Jia Huan.

He only hit the yellow dragon in one move and attacked Jia Huan's face.

Judging from the momentum, it seemed that I wanted to blow Jia Huan's head.

Jia Huan was about to take action, but was pulled by someone behind him. Then Han Da stood up and stood calmly in front of Jia Huan.

One shot will determine the three armies!

Dingjun gun cannot be simply understood as a kind of marksmanship.

In fact, it is also a kind of boxing, and it is also a kind of martial arts to practice strength.

If not, the ancestors of the Han family would not have made the founding master of the country with this set of martial arts.

Compared with the extremely sharp monument-opening master of Zhenguo Duke's Mansion, this set of martial arts is better at guarding and maintaining harmony!

Other boxing techniques emphasize the momentum of moving forward. If you punch out, you will never give up until the enemy is smashed.

But the Dingjun gun was different. After it punched out, it was taking the enemy and retreating slowly.

After the enemy's boxing force is "in one go", it will "decline again" and "exhaust three times".

Then, another punch can be used to determine the three armies.

It seems to be divided into several steps, but in fact, it is only completed in one move.

Therefore, although Wen Bo, a fierce young man who was only fifteen years ago, was fierce and had a fifth-grade boxing skill on the opposite side, and was higher than Han Da, under the Dingjun gun, Wen Bo's punch returned in vain.

Of course, Han Da was not relaxed. The fist opposite Wen Bo was already red and swollen.

Wen Bo's breath diminished slightly. He glared at Jia Huan and said, "Don't the descendants of Duke Rong have become turtles now? They actually let others face the challenge!"

Jia Huan's eyes flashed sharply, and then he laughed at Han: "Brother, since they call me to fight, how can you avoid the battle? You should retreat first and put the formation for me."

Han Da's expression changed and he looked at Jia Huan with some concern.

Jia Huan looked confident and calm, and nodded at him.

Although Niu Ben's face looked ugly, he did not reject it.

Although Ying Lang is not a thing, there is one thing that is right.

Those who follow the martial arts are the best in blood.
To be continued...