A hint of aloofness flashed in the eyes of the young man in Zhongshan. He glanced at Lin Feng and said proudly in his tone: "My name is He Jiaxian.?

"He Jiaxian? Are you the young master of the He family?" Lin Feng casually fabricated an identity and said in surprise.

The young man in Zhongshan dressed up gave you a look of knowing the goods and nodded.

A middle-aged man next to him quickly introduced: "This is the only heir to our He family, Mr. He!"

"I have been admired for a long time!" Lin Feng bowed and sighed.

"Tell me, who beat you?" He Jiaxian looked at Lin Feng.

It seems that He Jiaxian pays great attention to face, whether it is the face of the family or the personal face.

Lin Feng hesitated and said, "I'd better not say it."

"Why don't you say it? Tell it!" He Jiaxian glared, and his aura became even stronger.

Lin Feng stammered and said: "It's over, let's talk about it, the people in that family are so strong."

"Strong? Haha, that's the low-key relationship between our He family." He Jiaxian had just finished pretending to be thirteen when he saw five people walking into the door. The first one was Zhang Shouhe, the eldest son of the Zhang family in Longcheng.

Zhang Shouhe stepped in and saw Lin Feng at a glance. When he saw Lin Feng, his face suddenly became ferocious, and he pointed at Lin Feng and roared angrily: "Bastard, it's you again!"

"Ashe beats him all over his mouth!" Zhang Shouhe waved his hand, and the four young men rushed over and hit the two dining tables in front of him.

Lin Feng pretended to be frightened and said, "It's them again! Mr. He, they are from the Zhang family in Longcheng, and that person beat me."

He Jiaxian's eyes had long been on Zhang Shouhe, and he said in a deep voice: "Are you Zhang Shouhe?"

"All idle people are getting out of the way. If anyone dares to meddle in other people's business, I will kill anyone!" Zhang Shouhe roared with a red face. On Chixia Mountain, if Lin Feng hadn't angered the Taoist nun, the matter might have been done.

Now Zhang Shouhe is carrying a crime of ineffective work, and this crime is entirely due to Lin Feng.

At this time, Zhang Shouhe didn't know Lin Feng's true identity, but just wanted to teach Lin Feng a lesson.

The four young men rushed to Lin Feng with a fat face, rushed to the front of the young man, and reached out to grab Lin Feng's clothes.

As soon as his hand reached in front of Lin Feng, He Jiaxian's face sank slightly. He took out a paper fan from somewhere and knocked it down according to the young man's wrist.

With a bang, the young man felt as if he was electrocuted. He withdrew his hand and then, He Jiaxian raised his foot and kicked the young man away.

The young man obviously didn't expect He Jiaxian to be so good at kung fu. He only felt a pain in his chest and then flew backwards three meters away.

With a puff, the young man fell at Zhang Shouhe's feet.

Zhang Shouhe stared at He Jiaxian and said in a gloomy tone: "Who are you? How dare you care about the other people's business in our Zhang family?"

"Hahahaha, is the Zhang family amazing? I just don't take it seriously." He Jiaxian looked at Zhang Shouhe provocatively without any concessions.

Lin Feng stood beside He Jiaxian, raised his eyebrows at Zhang Shouhe, and laughed: "Aren't your Zhang family very awesome? Why are you cowardly now?"

He heard Lin Feng's words, He Jiaxian frowned slightly. He seemed to feel that Lin Feng was deliberately provoking trouble. However, at this critical moment, He Jiaxian represents the face of the He family, so of course he could not stop him.

Lin Feng's extremely arrogant words completely angered Zhang Shouhe. He kicked the young man under his feet and shouted: "Give it to me! Use weapons and kill them all!"

The young man got up from the ground and took out a short blade from his boots. The other three young men also took out a short blade, showing fierce eyes.

A trace of disdain flashed in He Jiaxian's eyes. He was about to meet him, but the two middle-aged people were already in front of him. A middle-aged man looked at Lin Feng meaningfully, and then said to He Jiaxian: "Young master, let's do it."

He Jiaxian nodded and said arrogantly: "Well, let me do it for you. I'll hit them and dirty my hand."

After He Jiaxian finished speaking, he glanced at Lin Feng, and it seemed to be saying: Why don’t you please praise me?

This time, Lin Feng seemed to have not seen it, just looking at Zhang Shouhe with a smile.

On this side, four young men had already taken the attack. They were in a group, and the short blades in their hands each stabbed the upper and lower plates of the two middle-aged men.

"Are you from Yimen?" Seeing the short blades in the hands of the four young men, the face of a middle-aged man changed drastically.

Just as he was distracted, a short blade had already pierced into his chest.

"Die?" Another middle-aged man roared, grabbed the young man's wrist, and his right hand hit the young man's neck like a giant hammer.

"Bang!"

The young man spat out a mouthful of blood and was stuck on the wall like a broken sack.

Lin Feng's eyes showed a little surprise. This was a real slight striking fist. This middle-aged man was definitely a master in striking fist.

The highest level of chopping and hanging fist is to hit someone like hanging a picture.

The middle-aged man who was stabbed grabbed the master of the slashing boxing and shouted loudly: "Brother, don't be impulsive, they are from Yimen!"

"What's wrong with the people from Yimen?" The master of Piguai Fist roared: "Since they have tried their best, they are the helm leader here today, and I'll fight with them too!"

While talking, the other three attacked again.

The master of the chopping boxing protected the injured middle-aged man, and his hands were like two big palm-leaf fans. While waving, he slapped another young man to the ground.

The space is too small and I can't use boxing skills at all. As soon as the master knocked down a person, he was stabbed in the abdomen.

"Go to death!" The master was stabbed, and a pair of wind penetrated his ears and slapped the young man's ears heavily. The powerful attack power and air pressure made the young man's seven orifices collapse on the ground.

In a few breaths, only a young man was left in front of him.

The injured middle-aged man still grabbed the master of Chuihuo and shouted loudly: "Brother, that's enough!"

"Enough? Not enough!" At this time, He Jiaxian behind them suddenly moved. He Jiaxian shouted softly, stepped on the chair, then stepped on the middle-aged man's shoulder, and jumped in front of the young man.

"Ding!" He Jiaxian knocked off the short blade of the last young man with a fan, and the tip of the fan focused on the young man's throat.

Lin Feng could hear a crisp sound of fracture.

He Jiaxian landed on the ground, sniffed away the paper fan, and said in a low tone: "Boy, go up and take revenge. You can return it no matter how he beats you!"

Lin Feng nodded, looked at Zhang Shouhe with a chuckling, and said, "I said, "Young Master, do you dare to fight back?"

Zhang Shouhe's eyes were like fire-breathing, and he shouted loudly: "You! You are so brave! You dare to kill people casually!"

"Are you surprised? There are so many words in Wuzhuo.com." Lin Feng walked to Zhang Shouhe with a smile and said, "Now I want to hit you, don't fight back."

Zhang Shouhe didn't understand any martial arts. He looked at He Jiaxian, who was eyeing him, and could only accept his fate. He looked at Lin Feng with a resentful look and said gloomyly: "Boy, you swear, how can you touch me today? I will give it back to you a hundred times in the future, making your life worse than death."

"So powerful? What if I took your life? Why would you give it to me?" Lin Feng leaned over to Zhang Shouhe and sneered.

"What?" Zhang Shouhe's face changed and he felt a pain in his heart. He lowered his head and saw a sharp short blade inserted into his heart.

The handle of the knife was still in Lin Feng's hand. Zhang Shouhe looked at Lin Feng with shock, endured the severe pain and said, "You dare to kill me?"

In Zhang Shouhe's heart, he felt that he had no big grudge with Lin Feng, but he just wanted to teach him a lesson. However, he didn't expect that Lin Feng actually wanted to kill him.

Lin Feng leaned into Zhang Shouhe's ear and whispered: "Don't you die? Just burning Jingxin Temple is enough for you to die. Yan Feiyu trusts you so much, but you still use such despicable means."

"Who are you?" Zhang Shouhe's pupils had begun to dilate, and he felt that the strength around him was disappearing rapidly.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "I am Lin Feng who Yimen is desperately looking for."

"You are Lin!" Zhang Shouhe's pupils instantly dilated the maximum and he swallowed his last breath.

If Zhang Shouhe knew from the beginning that the person in front of him was Lin Feng, he would never dare to be arrogant.

Lin Feng, that is the person who caused heavy losses to Yimen in Shanxi.

Zhang Shouhe always thought Lin Feng would be the older paradise, but he didn't expect that he would be such a young man.

Lin Feng let go of his hand and let Zhang Shouhe lie on the ground with a knife.

Lin Feng turned around and chuckled, "Thank you."

He Jiaxian frowned and said, "Why did you kill him?"

Lin Feng laughed and said, "He threatened me just now and said he would give me a hundred times more. I am a small person and have little power. Of course, I have to find a way to protect myself."

He Jiaxian looked at Lin Feng, and his previous arrogance had gradually disappeared. He hesitated and said, "Who are you?"

This sentence was what Lin Feng said just now, and He Jiaxian gave it to him this time.

Lin Feng chuckled and said, "My name is Lin Feng."

"Lin Feng?" Even though the He family was escaping from the world, he knew some rumors about the world. He Jiaxian carefully considered the name and seemed to have heard it vaguely.

At this time, the master of the slashing boxing shouted: "Young master, he is the mysterious master who caused heavy losses to the Yi Sect!"
Chapter completed!