Martial Arts Overlord

"Boss, look ..."

Oh?

The burly big man's attention was attracted to the wine table where Luo Feng was located, and he saw the blood lotus sitting beside Luo Feng, and Yang Waner, Lin Hongyi, his eyes lightened slightly.

Youyang Wan'er, Xuelian and Lin Hongyi, although their temperaments are different, there is no doubt that they are all beautiful beauties.

The splendid sunset pours through the window on the three people, combining the different styles and charms of the three into one of the most brilliant and dazzling colors, like the rainbow hanging from the sky after the rain, which makes people relax physically and mentally. The stunning heartbeat looked extraordinary on the second floor.

In fact, ever since the appearance of the four of Luo Feng, they have always attracted everyone's attention.

The burly Dahan looked at it, and finally stopped looking at the blood lotus, and raised his eyebrows. He nodded to the small warrior and went to the next wine table to sit down.

The little Wu soldier knew, took a look at Xuelian, took the other three, and walked to the wine table where Luo Feng was.

"what's up?"

Luo Luofeng was thinking about the conversations between the soldiers just now, and he was in a bad mood.

The young man Wu Wu ignored Luo Feng's inquiry, with a smile on his face, and turned his head to Xuelian:

"This lady, our boss wants to invite you over for two drinks."

"Sorry, we are not free."

Luo Luofeng frowned, reaching out and making a please gesture.

The small warrior's eyes narrowed, and a glance flickered in his eyes. He pressed Luo Feng's palm and sneered:

"Boy, I'm asking this lady, and I didn't ask you, the acquaintance shut up obediently. Otherwise, the loss is small, and when I lose my life, I don't know."

The three warriors standing behind the little man showed a sneer on their faces and deliberately released their breath. The strong fluctuations of the true yuan caused the surrounding air to have a layer of clear ripples. One was a military warrior in the middle of the true Yuan Dynasty, and one was true. Warriors in the late Yuan Dynasty.

"These people are in trouble."

I noticed this scene. On the second floor, the river and lake hawks on the second floor turned their eyes and some people whispered.

"That man is a purple blood gun Yue Zongheng." Someone recognized the identity of a burly man, and whispered.

"It's him. It seems that these people are destined to suffer. Yue Zongheng is a mid-term power of Yuan Haijing, and his elder brother is a blood-crazed elder. His martial arts and exercises are top-notch goods, ordinary Yuan Hai. Powerful in the middle of the period, two or three are not his opponents. "

"Well. The situation is so pressing that the young swordsman can only swallow his voice."

Everyone looked at Luo Feng and others with a touch of sympathy in their eyes.

"Giggle ..."

Suddenly, a quiet laugh broke the quietness of the restaurant.

The blood lotus raised her delicate chin, and looked at the small warrior. A pair of bright eyes passed by a hidden blood light, full of charming laughter, echoing slowly on the second floor.

当然 "Of course it matters to him, but he is my master."

Gurulong!

Facing Xuelian's eyes, the little warrior swallowed his mouth involuntarily. Suddenly, he turned back and opened his eyes, "What, master? He!"

The news was also unexpected.

Luo Luofeng thought that the blood lotus was going to kill people here. Now it seems that this is not the case, and he is relieved.

After a short stint, the little man looked back and suddenly laughed: "Since this is the case, it's easy to do. Boy, our boss looks at your niece, you know what to do."

Wu Xiaowu warrior looked at Luo Feng.

Luo Luofeng said lightly, "What should I do?"

"Hum, don't pretend to be garlic with me."

Xiao Wu, a small warrior, snorted heavily, "To tell you the truth, our boss is the famous purple blood gun Yue Zongheng, who can be regarded by him as your blessing. Don't toast without eating and drinking!"

Luo Luofeng did not care about entanglement with the other party, and said indifferently, "What does this do with me. Go!"

"you!"

The little man martial artist was furious and was about to get angry. The burly man sitting next to the wine table stood up sharply.

"Haha, it's a big breath. It's been a long time since no one has given me Yue Zong's face! I'd like to see, your kid has a few hard bones."

The burly burly man came to Luo Feng step by step with a purple gold rifle. His body was as imposing as a tiger, and the bowls and dishes on the surrounding wine table kept beating. The nearby diners hurried out, for fear of being caught in the pond.

"Yue Zongheng, since others are not willing, why are you so aggressive?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged swordsman sitting at a table next to Luo Feng stood up and said to the burly man: "Give me a face, and let this matter stop. The money for today's wine is mine."

Boom!

The voice of the middle-aged swordsman did not fall. The air on the second floor of the restaurant suddenly rioted, and saw a purple and black light, like a stunned and angry dragon, headed straight for the middle-aged swordsman. .

The middle-aged swordsman changed his face fiercely. He pulled the sword out of the sheath without hesitation. The sword swayed half a circle in front of him and turned it into a huge arc-shaped sword mark.

Boom!

There was a sudden shock in the air, and a thick purple and black light burst, which instantly broke the arc sword mark.

The middle-aged swordsman squirted a large mouthful of blood, and the figure shot backwards like a meteor, smashing a wine table, and being stopped by three other companions.

Wow! Another big spit of blood spewed, and the middle-aged swordsman was pale as paper.

"What are you, dare to care about Lao Tzu."

The burly burly man snorted and waved the purple and black spear in his hand, saying coldly: "This time it is just a lesson. To say one more thing, I will never let you speak."

The middle-aged swordsman had anger in his eyes. The three people next to him knew who he was, and hurriedly whispered, "Brother Pang, the good guys don't eat their immediate losses. You can't help them, don't kill them."

The middle-aged swordsman had a pale face, but also understood the fact that the strengths of the two sides were very different, and the teeth were rattling.

"Hum! Things that don't look long."

The burly man yelled at him, turned around, fell on Luo Feng, and sneered, "Boy, without us fighting in the West Desert Demon Realm with the Demon Sect, you think that you are as rich and wealthy as you are Brother, can you sit here and drink? "

The small fighter said immediately: "Four months ago, the Blue Mountains were in a war, and our boss killed a dozen Gorefiend disciples and underground demons! But those who came from the **** sea of ​​corpses."

Hey hey!

With a smile, the burly man took out a fourth-grade stone and threw it to the table in front of Luo Feng, smiling:

"My Yue Zongheng, but a reasonable person, doesn't bully you, this Yuanshi holds it, this woman belongs to me."

When the grandma spoke, the burly big man strode over to the blood lotus, reaching out to catch the blood lotus's wrist.

Puyang Waner and Lin Hongyi sat next to each other, drinking and eating with ease.

Luo Luofeng sighed and looked at the burly man. "If I were you, I would never do this."

I heard Luo Feng's calm tone, everyone was surprised, I don't know why he was so calm till now.

The burly burly man also hesitated, and suddenly laughed, "If you want to stop me, then try it!"

Squinting his eyes and squinting, the burly man's face revealed a cruelty, "But you have to think clearly, then the consequences will not be a woman who can solve the problem, at least you must bring your hand for interest!"

Seeing Luo Feng not talking, the burly man thought he was scared, laughed, and reached out to grab the blood lotus wrist, "Come with me, from now on, you are mine ..."

Huh!

Just when the burly big man wanted to catch Xuelian's right hand, a cold light flashed suddenly in the air. The people present only felt the spring breeze blowing, and their minds were a little hard to gather. When they returned, they could not help but widen their eyes As if seeing terrible things.

"what!"

The burly burly man only felt a cold on his wrist, inexplicably, his right palm was unconscious, and he looked down.

三 Three inches from his wrist, a trace of bloodline gradually emerged, and then, with a snap, his palm fell to the ground, blood splattered like money.

"what!"

The burly burly man returned to God for a moment, uttering a scream, holding his **** right hand screaming,

"What happened……"

"I don't know, I didn't see it clearly. Did you see it clearly?"

"I ... I don't have it either. However, from the previous mood, it should be swordsmanship."

"Is there a master swordsman hidden here?"

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and the look was so shocking that they didn't know what happened. Why was Yue Zongheng, who was still arrogant just now, suddenly cut off his right hand.

Only the injured middle-aged swordsman, eyes widened, looked at Luo Feng in surprise.

He could see clearly. Just now Luo Feng drew his sword, closed it, and cut off the burly man's right hand, but this series of moves was too fast. The flashlight, if not the sword on Luo Feng's table, moved a little bit. He Think of it as dazzling!

"Boss, what happened."

The four little martial artists were also stunned by the scene in front of them, and hurried forward to support the burly man.

The burly man was vomiting blood with anger, glaring at Luo Feng and said, "Boy, how dare you plot me! Kill! Kill me!"

As a gunman, Xi ’s habitual right hand was broken, so it can be said that his future was ruined, and the burly man was so angry.

"It's him!"

When everyone heard the words of the burly man, everyone was shocked, all eyes gathered on Luo Feng, his face was unbelievable.

Yue Zongheng was powerful in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty. Even if he had intentions, he could not be injured casually. The young swordsman in front of him was so old that he could hurt Yue Zongheng. The most terrible thing was that they Didn't see how the opponent made the sword.

"Boy, it's dead! It's dead, our boss ... but!"

The small warrior was supporting Yue Zongheng. He was about to say two ruthless words. The words had just come out, and he felt a cold in his mouth. Then, a burst of pain filled his mouth, and he spit out a big blood in his mouth. There is a tongue.

Huh!

He closed his sword and returned to the sheath. Luo Feng glanced at the little warrior who was rolling on the ground with pain, saying:

"What you want to do, though, do it at your own risk."

In Bian's bland voice, he revealed a chilling killing intention.

Hiss!

The entire restaurant has a clear inhalation sound on the second floor. Half is fear and half is shock. There are still many people this time, and no one can see how Luo Feng made his sword.

I didn't want to cause too much movement. Luo Feng reached out and took in the burly storage ring. To Yang Waner and others said, "Let's go."

Passing by the injured middle-aged swordsman, Luo Feng stopped and arched, "Thanks a lot."

The middle-aged swordsman smiled bitterly, "Pangmou is ugly. It turns out you are hidden."

Luo Luofeng shook his head, took out a Tongyuan Guixin Dan and handed it to the other party, "If you serve this, the injury should soon be healed."

I left the elixir, Luo Feng and Yang Waner were walking downstairs.

(End of this chapter)