"Why are you laughing?" Song Yezhou asked with a frown. Su Wenjiang's laughter was filled with obvious contempt, which made him feel uncomfortable and even more angry.

Su Wenjiang smiled and said, "A mid-stage warrior in the 'grandmaster' will make you admire the best in the world. It's really a frog in the well that has never seen the world, but this is Yanjing, the center of China. Logically speaking, the vision should be the highest. Are you ridiculous?"

"It's ridiculous, it's indeed ridiculous." Chen Feiyu smiled and said, "Even I can't help laughing."

Song Yezhou snorted: "It's so unrestrained. Even in this huge Yanjing, the strong masters are respected and cannot tolerate ordinary people like you laugh at me."

He Tong looked at Chen Fei like a fool: "Even the strong master dares to laugh at him. Chen Fei, Chen Fei, you are so tired of living."

"Wrong." Chen Feiyu shook his finger and said, "The master and powerful man have also obtained through his own efforts. There is nothing to laugh at. What we laugh at is the behavior of you frogs in the well."

Song Yezhou's face darkened: "Originally, I only planned to teach you a lesson and drive you out of Yanjing, but your arrogance completely ignited my anger. I decided to interrupt your legs and ruin you and throw you out of Yanjing like a dog!"

He Tong added in time: "This time there is no woman in red who will protect you by my side. I see who can come to save you."

"Why do I need someone to save me?" Chen Feiyu smiled and suddenly said, "Mr. Su, he has given it to you. Based on the principle of revenge and repaying grace, since he wants to destroy me, then you can destroy it too."

"Okay." Su Wenjiang responded respectfully, then stood up. He was 1.9 meters tall and was particularly burly. Even though he was an old man, it also brought a great sense of oppression to He Tong and others.

This is Su Wenjiang deliberately restrained his breath, otherwise, relying solely on his "mid-stage legend" realm, He Tong and others would be enough to scare him down.

Song Yezhou looked at Su Wenjiang suspiciously, unable to notice the slightest warrior aura on the other party, and said, "Are you sure you want to compete with me?"

"Try with you?" Su Wen stood with his hands behind his back and said contemptuously: "You are not worthy of fighting with me. To be precise, I want to destroy you."

"Bastard, how dare you talk to me like this, okay, I will destroy you first, and then destroy Chen Fei!" Song Yezhou's eyebrows were angry and immediately took action, used three-point force, rushed towards Su Wenjiang in an instant, grabbed Su Wenjiang's shoulder with a grab hand, intending to break Su Wenjiang's shoulder.

He was extremely fast. In the eyes of He Tong and the hotel manager, he felt that a person in front of him was like a wind, and he could not see the movements of Song Yezhou at all.

However, in Su Wenjiang's eyes, he was as slow as a snail!

Su Wen flashed the contempt in his eyes. When Song Yezhou rushed to him, he made a quick move, and then came first. He instantly grabbed Song Yezhou's wrist and easily blocked Song Yezhou's attack. He also had the mood to evaluate: "The strength is too weak and the speed is too slow. Your strength is only at the middle level of the Grandmaster's level."

It was like thunder thunder roaring on the ground!

He Tong, the hotel manager, suddenly widened his eyes. Mr. Song's move was cracked? This strange old man is so powerful?

Song Yezhou's face changed drastically. In horror, he immediately jumped back with his feet on the ground, trying to break free from his wrists.

Su Wenjiang didn't think about holding on to him and letting the Songye Zhou retreat.
Chapter completed!