Rural Shennong

Fei Ye said angrily: "You immediately ask your rubbish friends to apologize to me, and then get out with them, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

"Hahaha, that's right, garbage can only be friends with garbage!" With a burst of wanton laughter, a giant white man with a height of nearly two meters, wearing a vest and showing majestic muscles, led a group of imposing young people came over.

Seeing him, Liu Yingying's pupils shrank suddenly, and subconsciously took two steps back: "Wen Jiluo, you...why are you here."

Wen Jiluo is the chief martial arts professor of the Columbia University Martial Arts Academy and a master of the Bone Changing Realm.

Although he was in the private room just now, the grandmaster level master has sharp ears and eyes, and his hearing is far beyond ordinary people. Moreover, the window of the big private room on the second floor was open, so he could clearly hear the quarrel downstairs.

Since the conflict was related to the private room he booked, he naturally wanted to bring someone down to have a look.

Wen Jiluo's face sank: "Things that are not polite."

"Even if your father is here, you still have to call me Professor Wenjiluo!"

Wen Jiluo released the aura of a master, making Liu Yingying's face pale, and Zuo Bingxiu quickly dodged in front of Liu Yingying and others.

Seeing this scene, Fei Ye proudly said: "To tell you the truth, the big private room was reserved by Professor Wen Jiluo and the strong men from Columbia University's Martial Arts Academy."

"You yellow-skinned monkeys are also worthy of grabbing a private room with Professor Wenjiluo? If you are sensible, get out!"

Even if they were called yellow-skinned monkeys in person and insulted to the extreme, Liu Yingying and the others dared not speak out.

They had grown up in Citigroup and knew exactly what status white people had here.

What's more, Wen Jiluo and others have super force value, which is not something they can afford.

If they dare to be stubborn, they deserve what they deserve if they are beaten to death and disabled.

Those Chinese who are full of passion and proud and refuse to bow their heads have long since died and fled.

Only those who are inferior in strength and influence, and who can swallow their breath, can survive. Anyway, they are used to it.

Liu Yingying and the others could get used to it, but Zuo Bingxiu and the others couldn't.

It would be fine if Feiye just let them go, but Zuo Bingxiu and the others couldn't bear the title of "yellow monkey".

Wei Lan, who was the most irritable and annoyed, pointed at Fei Ye and said, "White pig, tell me one more fucking thing, believe it or not, I tore your mouth!"

Wei Lan's words stabbed a hornet's nest.

You must know that the members of Wenji Luo's gang at the Columbia Martial Arts Academy are also white.

Wen Jiluo was furious: "Little brat, you are courting death!"

As he spoke, he suddenly punched Wei Lan.

Zuo Bingxiu had been on guard for a long time, just as Wen Jiluo's fist arrived, Zuo Bingxiu stopped him: "What kind of skill is bullying the junior, your opponent is me!"

"boom!"

The two of them used their strength to attack each other, otherwise the two bone-changing masters fought with all their strength, and the aftermath of their energy alone would kill a lot of people around them.

But even so, the gate was blasted into debris by the shock wave of their attack.

All the customers inside and outside the hotel screamed and ran away with their heads in their hands.

When everyone was far away from the battle circle, Wen Jiluo and Zuo Bingxiu let go of their hands and feet, and fought crazily.

Wen Ji Luo Tuo has grown up, Zuo Bingxiu is no match for him if he only fights for strength, but Zuo Bingxiu's body is full of spiritual energy, and his combat skills are exquisite, far beyond what Wen Ji Luo can match.

The two sides only fought for a dozen rounds before Wen Jiluo was pierced through the arm by Zuo Bingxiu's sword energy.

He flew into a rage and said, "Come with me!"

Wen Jiluo didn't come here by himself, there are several masters from the Columbia Martial Arts Academy behind him.

Wei Lan saw that Wen Jiluo didn't talk about martial arts and wanted to besiege Zuo Bingxiu, so she naturally didn't want to watch, and joined the battle circle.

The two of them fought against the seven or eight people on Wenjiluo's side. Even if their individual strength was strong, the tigers couldn't stand up to the wolves, and they were beaten into a mess.

Liu Yingying and the others could only be in a hurry. With their cultivation base, let alone going up to help, even a little closer would be life-threatening.

Wen Jiluo's offensive was like a wave, and his mouth was not idle: "Yellow monkeys, it's because of you that you dare to come to Citigroup to play wild."

"Today I will abolish you, so that you can only lie on the bed as waste in the next life!"

Zuo Bingxiu was very anxious: "Wei Lan, I'll stop them for a moment, you take our people away, hurry up!"

Wei Lan was covered in blood, and his body was covered with large and small wounds: "No, even if I die in battle, I will not become a deserter and embarrass my master!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaolei, Liu Yingying, and some Chinese customers could feel the tragedy of empathy, and many of them burst into tears.

But those Citigroupers were different. They cheered loudly, and even whistled to cheer for Wen Keluo and others.

"Come on, kill these yellow-skinned monkeys!"

"Citigroup warriors are invincible!"

"Great boys, keep up the good work, you are Citigroup heroes!"

Amidst the cheers of a group of Citigroupers, Wen Jiluo and the others became more and more courageous as they fought.

Zuo Bingxiu saw that the defeat was decided, he took two punches from Wen Jiluo, and kicked Wei Lan out of the ring: "Get out of here, save your life to avenge me!"

Seeing Zuo Bingxiu's mouth sprayed with blood, Wei Bluetooth was about to be crushed.

Wen Jiluo said disdainfully: "Go to the two of you, let me destroy that little monkey!"

"You still want to run now? You all have to waste here today!"

Wang Xiaolei and Liu Yingying's Chinese eyes showed despair. Many people couldn't bear to look any more, turned their heads and closed their eyes.

At this moment, a berserk momentum suddenly descended from the sky, and everyone present felt that the air suddenly dropped several degrees.

Following this aura came a thunderous shout: "Scrap, who do you want to cripple!"

Ordinary people can just feel that the surrounding temperature is a little cold, and it is a little difficult to breathe.

But for Wen Jiluo and others, this aura is no longer a problem of breathing difficulties, they all feel suffocated.

Wen Jiluo turned pale with shock: "No, hurry up..."

"Run!" Before he could say the word, a huge fist shadow visible to the naked eye blasted in front of him.

Wen Jiluo only had time to fold his arms across his chest and was hit by the shadow of the punch.

"boom!"

He exploded with blood all over his body, and flew upside down, with a large "crackling" sound of bone shattering exploding from his body.

Almost at the same time, those master-level masters who besieged Zuo Bingxiu and Wei Lan were also severely injured, and were blasted dozens of meters away amidst continuous screams.

Except for Wei Lan and Zuo Bingxiu, everyone was stunned in shock.

How the hell are several grand masters of the martial arts academy of Columbia University, and they were beaten into dogs.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would believe it was true, they didn't even see who shot it.

When the dust fell to the ground, a tall and straight figure walked in slowly from the door.

As soon as Chen Ping appeared, he became the focus of attention of hundreds of people present.

He walked slowly to the side of the half-dead Wenjiluo, and stepped on his terrified face: "Let me ask you again, miscellaneous, who do you think you want to abolish?"