Chapter 142： Furious Yi Feng

The recent drizzle has finally cleared up today, and the warm sun shines down, making the temperature a lot higher.

In Pingjiang City, many people bask in the sun under the warm sun.

The gate of the martial arts hall.

It is even more enthusiastic, singing and dancing are peaceful.

The sound of the qin, erhu, gongs and drums, all kinds of musical instruments are available, and one after another, different types of tunes are played, or cheerful, or warm, or lyrical...

With the sound of the music, there are more than a dozen women in enchanting dresses under the steps, dancing with their thin waists and dancing to different types of music.

At the entrance of the martial arts hall, a man in black robe was lying leisurely on the reclining chair with Erlang's legs crossed.

Accompanied by the music, the sleeves of the robe swayed rhythmically on the top of the head, and there was a dog lying beside his feet, squinting, wagging his tail and hammering his thigh attentively.

"Second!"

The man in black robe heard a satisfied voice, grabbed a large amount of gold coins from the large washbasin beside him, and threw them over.

Seeing this, the dancing women danced even harder, and the more courageous ones twisted to the side of the black-robed man. The soft body touched the black-robed man intentionally or unintentionally, almost directly Wade into the arms of the man in black robe.

Although I don't understand why the body under the black robe is a bit stubborn, but looking at the large basin of gold coins next to him, it is not a problem.

"Giggle!"

"Seconds, wonderful."

Under the black robe, there were bursts of rippling laughter.

When he stretched out his palm, he threw another handful of gold coins, which was so arrogant.

at this time.

He moved suddenly, as if he had noticed something, jumped up and pushed the two women in front of him away, and started to run.

And the dog under his feet also raised his head and looked at it. After seeing the situation, his hair suddenly exploded, his limbs moved, and he disappeared in a flash.

But the dog was running fast, and the man in black robe was caught by a palm before he took two steps.

"Aba Aba!"

He hurriedly spoke up.

"I love your seventh uncle and grandpa!"

Accompanied by a screeching sound, a clenched fist smashed towards the man in black robe.

"Aba, Baba, Ababa..."

This punch directly smashed the black-robed man, and as soon as his legs softened, there was a trembling sound on the ground.

"You repay, you repay!"

It was Yi Feng who came back from the mountains at the moment, but as soon as he walked to the door, he saw this scene. What was even more irritating was that he was still squandering his gold coins here. You are a **** with a broken skull.

It's like blowing Yi Feng up.

First, he slammed the skeleton head over his head, then grabbed the black robe and twisted it into a ball, dragged it to the corner and trampled it again.

"I'll let you down, I'll let you be arrogant."

"I'm not at home for a few days, you're going to go to the house and tear it up, right!"

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

Yi Feng stepped on the skull one by one, showing no mercy at all.

In the crack of the door, the dog Ao Qing was terrified, and even every time Yi Feng stepped on his foot, his eyelids twitched.

"Brother, it's not that I'm being unethical."

"Master, this explosive hammer, I am afraid that only you can withstand it in the whole world..."

And when Yi Feng beat the skull, the dancing young ladies also saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly went to pick up the gold coins on the ground. Before leaving boldly, they did not forget to touch the washbasin, and then In a hurry, he ran away.

"Fuck my gold coins!"

Yi Feng looked at the bottom of a large basin of gold coins and wanted to cry without tears.

It’s true that he is rich now, but he can’t forget the time when he was poor. He remembered that when the book could not be sold and no one came to the martial arts hall, he ate the bibimbap of potato leaves all winter. , I couldn't **** for months, and I almost got hemorrhoids.

Thinking of this, Yi Feng's anger rose again, and he continued to tread heavily on the skull.

"You are that Yi Feng?"

At this moment, a high-pitched voice came from behind.

Hearing this, Yi Feng, who was stepping on the skull with one foot, looked back and saw Old Ancestor Qingshan and a luxuriously dressed middle-aged man standing behind him.

And the one who spoke just now was the middle-aged man he didn't know.