My wife is a sword god

Under everyone's gaze, Qin Feng walked up to Peng Qing and asked, "What's going on?"

Shopkeeper Peng glanced around, stepped forward and whispered the whole story.

It turned out that someone had leaked the news this morning, and it was revealed that drinks at Mochizuki Residence were only provided on the third floor and not on the other two floors.

Originally, with Shopkeeper Peng's ability, he could give ordinary people some small favors and send some dishes, and this matter would be revealed.

But who knows, just as Shopkeeper Peng was preparing to deal with it, someone in the crowd suddenly expressed his dissatisfaction. Then, like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, more and more people responded, and things became more and more out of hand. .

After hearing this, Qin Feng looked around. If someone hadn't been behind this incident, he wouldn't believe it even if he were killed.

But who could it be?

After turning around, he locked his eyes on the man who had yelled the most fiercely before.

Perhaps because Qin Feng's aura was too strong and he was dressed like a young man, the man being stared at was not as arrogant as before, but rather timid, as if he was feeling guilty.

Qin Feng squinted his eyes, looked at the money bag on the man's waist, and showed a meaningful expression.

"Brother, we at Wangyueju have no grievances against you, so why are we stirring up trouble here?" Qin Feng approached the man with a condescending attitude that scared the latter into a cold sweat.

The man flinched a little, but when he touched the money bag at his waist, his expression changed, and he still gritted his teeth and said: "I don't understand what you are talking about. You Wangyue Residence treat you differently. You only provide drinks to the nobles, and we commoners are not allowed to do so." Talk?"

Hearing this, the people around him began to whisper again.

Qin Feng patted the man's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, forget it. How about I give you double whatever the people behind you gave you? Let's let this matter go."

The man was startled and shouted hurriedly: "I don't understand what you are talking about! I have something else to do and I don't want to talk nonsense with you here."

After saying these words, the man wanted to turn around and leave, but Qin Feng grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

"What are you going to do? I just told the truth, but you still want to do it!"

"Look what you said, poor hospitality is our restaurant's dereliction of duty. As the boss, I naturally have to compensate the guests." Qin Feng smiled while using his literary skills. In the blink of an eye, the man's waist The money bag was cut open.

"I don't have the time, let me go!" The man had a guilty conscience and naturally did not dare to stay. He broke away from Qin Feng's arm and wanted to escape. However, because the movement was too big, the money fell from the opened hole and scattered all over the floor. .

At a casual glance, there are at least a dozen taels!

The crowd suddenly became commotion. The man was dressed like ordinary people. How could he carry so much money with him? You know, a dozen taels of silver is at least a family's income for several years!

Thinking back to what Qin Feng said before, the answer is already obvious.

The man panicked, and hurriedly picked up the money on the ground, trying to escape. When he looked up, he saw the woman in blue, holding a sword in both arms, looking at him indifferently, blocking the way. The man was so scared that he collapsed on the ground. .

Qin Feng said meaningfully: "It's really amazing to carry so much money with you. I don't know where my brother found a way to earn so much money. Why don't you introduce it to me?"

As he approached step by step, the man was sweating profusely, and his inner defenses were about to collapse.

But at this moment, Wang Yue was standing on the stairs, footsteps sounded, and someone sneered: "The eldest son of the Qin family is so majestic, where does other people's money come from, it is his freedom, what does it have to do with you?

Do you really think that you are a person? "

Everyone looked for the voice, and the person who spoke was the young master in a yellow robe, followed by two guards. He should be a martial artist, but his expression was slightly stiff.

"Ye Luoting." Qin Feng saw the other party's appearance clearly and word by word, the context of the matter became clear in an instant. Behind all this, it was indeed the City Lord's Mansion that was causing trouble.

These people are really idle.

In the past, Qin Feng might have pretended to be sociable and say hello to Ye Luoting.

But now that the matter has come to an end, both sides have lost their skin. Naturally, Qin Feng doesn't bother to worry about the other side's face. He didn't point at the other side's nose and call him a bitch, which is already very good.

"Uh-huh, Mr. Ye, you're fine." Oh no, he almost cursed subconsciously, but Qin Feng hid his face to show his embarrassment.

Unfortunately, Ye Luoting still heard that word, and he immediately shouted angrily: "You just wanted to call me a bitch?!"

Qin Feng hurriedly defended: "You said this yourself, I didn't say it. Everyone is here and can testify for me."

The common people looked at each other, not daring to identify anyone. One was the son of the city lord, and the other was a noble person at first glance. Neither of them was easy to mess with.

Lan Ningshuang couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter. But the situation was wrong, so she quickly calmed down her expression and returned to her previous appearance.

But this laugh made Ye Luoting furious. Men are very proud of themselves, especially in front of beauties.

"I am the son of the Lord of Jinyang City, you dare to insult me ​​in front of everyone, how brave you are!

Come, take him back to the city lord's palace to await his fate! "

Jinyang City is a small city with incomplete government institutions, so the city lord's palace can exercise many rights, which also makes Ye Luoting accustomed to being arrogant and domineering.

When the two stiff-looking warriors heard the order, they immediately took action, one on the left and the other on the right. Their palms were like sharp claws, poking out, as if to lock Qin Feng's shoulder blades.

Naturally, Lan Ningshuang would not let these two people succeed. She flashed her body and waved her long sword, intending to make the opponent throw a rat weapon.

But instead of hiding, these two warriors tried to grab the sharp blade with their fleshy palms!

Lan Ningshuang frowned, shook her wrist, trembled the sword blade, and let out a sword energy. While shaking the two men away, a sound similar to Jin Ming sounded in her ears. Looking at the two warriors, they were unhurt. !

How can it be?

Lan Ningshuang looked surprised. She had copper skin and iron bones, and her sword was indestructible. This was a state that could only be achieved by the fourth-grade Shenwu, whose golden light was indestructible.

But looking at the strength of these two people, they are at best a little stronger than ordinary seventh-grade warriors, and are far from reaching that level.

Perhaps, they have practiced the martial arts of body training?

Ye Luoting's eyes were excited when he saw this. When he came here in the morning, his father appointed these two people beside him. He didn't expect that the two people who had been resurrected from the dead would be so powerful now.

In the past, it would have been impossible for these two warriors to take over the sword energy forcefully.

He was confident at the moment and shouted loudly: "What are you still doing? If this person dares to resist, then break his limbs and drag him back to the city lord's palace!

Whoever dares to stop it will do so! "

After the words fell, the two warriors set off again. Lan Ningshuang raised her sword to protect Qin Feng with a look on her face.

But at this moment, two giant black hands emerged from the shadows under everyone's feet, holding the two warriors tightly.

The fifth grade of Baigui, the puppet's method!

Finally arrived. Qin Feng raised his brows and turned his head to see Sizheng Shi Ziming, who was carrying a big wine gourd, walking slowly.