Chapter 142

It's been drizzling recently. It's finally sunny today. The warm sunshine has increased the temperature a lot.

In Pingjiang City, many people are basking in the warm sun.

The gate of the martial arts school.

It is even more enthusiastic, singing and dancing.

Piano sound, erhu, gongs and drums, all kinds of musical instruments, played in different types of tunes, or cheerful, or warm, or lyrical

With the sound of music, there are more than a dozen women wearing enchanting clothes under the steps, dancing with their slender waist and following different types of music.

At the gate of the martial arts school, a man in black was lying on a recliner with his legs crossed.

Along with the music, the robe sleeve was making rhythmic gestures on the top of his head. At his feet, there was a dog lying on his side, squinting his eyes, wagging his tail, and hammering his thighs attentively.

"Seconds!"

A satisfied voice came from the man in black. He grabbed a handful of gold coins from the big washbasin next to him and threw them away.

Seeing this, the dancing women danced harder, and several bolder ones twisted to the black robed man's side. Their soft body touched the black robed man intentionally or unintentionally, and almost stepped directly into the black robed man's arms.

Although some people don't understand why the body under the black robe hurts people, it's nothing to look at the big basin of gold coins next to him.

"Cluck!"

"Seconds, wonderful."

Under the black robe, waves of rippling laughter came out.

With his palm outstretched, he threw another handful of gold coins, which was almost heroic.

Just then.

He made a sudden movement. He seemed to notice something. He was excited all over. He jumped up, pushed away the two women in front of him, rolled and climbed, and began to run.

The dog at his feet also raised his head and looked. After seeing the situation, he suddenly blew his hair, changed his limbs, and disappeared.

But the dog ran fast. The man in black robe was caught by one palm without taking two steps.

"Abba, Abba!"

He made a quick noise.

"I wish you a seventh uncle!"

With a cry of curse, a clenched fist smashed at the man in black.

"Abba, Baba, Abba..."

With this punch, the black robed man was stunned. As soon as his legs were soft, a shivering sound came out on the ground.

"You still Ba, you still Ba!"

At the moment, it was Yi Feng who came back from the mountain. But as soon as he came to the door, he saw this scene. What's more irritating is that he still squandered here with his gold coins. Yi Feng didn't have that heroic look. You're a broken skull. It's heaven.

It's like blowing Yi Feng up.

First, he hammered the skull, then picked up the black robe, twisted it into a ball, dragged it to the corner and trampled on it.

"I let you ba, I let you be arrogant."

"I'm not at home for a few days. You go to the house and lift the tiles, right?"

"I also squandered my gold coins. If I don't kill you today, I'm afraid you don't know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

Yi Feng stepped on the skull one by one without mercy.

In the crack of the door, Gouzi Aoqing was frightened and jumped. Even Yi Feng's eyelids jumped with each step.

"Brother, it's not that I don't speak of righteousness."

"Master, I'm afraid only you can carry this explosive hammer all day..."

When Yi Feng violently hit the skull, the dancing little sisters also saw that the situation was wrong. They went to pick up the gold coins on the ground. They boldly didn't forget to touch them in the washbasin before leaving, and then ran away in a hurry.

"My gold coins!"

Yi Feng looked at a large basin of gold coins, leaving a bottom. He was almost ready to cry without tears.

He's rich now, but he can't forget when he was poor. I remember that when the books couldn't be sold and no one came to the martial arts school, he ate potato leaves and rice all winter. He couldn't pull shit for months and almost had hemorrhoids.

As soon as he thought of this, Yi Feng's anger rose again and continued to step heavily on the skull.

"You are the Yi Feng?"

Just then, a cocky voice came from behind.

Hearing the speech, Yi Feng, who was stepping on the skull with one foot, looked back and saw the ancestor of Castle Peak and a middle-aged man dressed in luxury standing behind him.

And just now it was the middle-aged man I didn't know.