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Listening to the three talking, Feng Zishu's faces changed.

Fang Yi suppressed his anger, stepped forward and cupped his fists and said.

"May I ask which family the three are from?"

The man named Brother Ai looked at Fang Yi contemptuously and said with a sneer.

"Which of our family has anything to do with you? Who are you, and you know who we are?"

"Brother Ai, isn't it rude for you to speak like that?"

"Tsk, I'm the eldest son of Ai in Beijing, and my status is here. Don't talk about scolding him, so what if I beat him?"

Brother Ai said with a sneer.

Fang Yi sighed, turned around, walked back, and said to Zhang Heng.

"It's all on you."

Zhang Heng nodded and stepped forward.

Brother Ai looked at Zhang Heng and said with a sneer.

"Why, you also want to ask my name? Do you think you are qualified?"

Zhang Heng nodded, and slowly raised his right hand.

Snapped!

This slap contained the power of a fifth-grade talent, and the speed was extremely fast.

Brother Ai couldn't even react to using Wen Qi to protect his body, his face was burning and hurting.

But for a moment, Brother Ai's left face was red and swollen, swelling like a steamed bun.

"You you you! How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am!"

Brother Ai pointed at Zhang Heng, and the other two people around him were also stunned. They didn't expect Zhang Heng to strike at the slightest disagreement.

Zhang Heng nodded, shook his head again, and slapped him again.

"How the hell do I know who you are? You don't tell me who you are from, but you also ask me if I know who you are, if I'm sick, or if I'm out of my mind?"

Brother Ai was slapped twice in a row, and both sides of his face were swollen, turning into a red bun face.

Brother Ai was furious, and he was a sixth-grade talented scholar, cursing loudly.

"I am Ai Dong, the eldest son of Ai in the capital city. I am a sixth-grade talent, and you dare to beat me? Do you believe that I let you die here today!"

Zhang Heng groaned, and slapped him again.

"Ai Dong from the Ai family in Beijing, right? I remember."

"But it's a pity, my Nanjun Zhang family is not afraid of any family, what is the Ai family?"

Ai Dong has Wen Qi to protect his body, but he was not hit directly.

But Ai Dong is only a sixth-grade talent, and he is a pampered son in the capital. How can he be an opponent of Zhang Heng, who is on the line of life and death.

Zhang Heng slapped down, Ai Dong had more heart than strength, so he couldn't react and was slapped again.

"You! You are courting death!"

"You dare to beat Brother Ai, I think you don't want to live anymore!"

Ai Dong was furious, and the sixth-grade literary energy surged out, and he was about to rush towards Zhang Heng.

The two disciples of the aristocratic family beside Ai Dong also released the sixth-grade literary energy and cursed loudly.

Zhang Heng clicked his tongue, and said while clasping his fists while wearing a fifth-grade Wenqi body protection.

"Are you going one by one, or together?"

The three of Ai Dong felt the literary spirit of a fifth-grade talent, and they froze in place halfway through the rush, which was very funny.

A person beside him said.

"Brother Ai, he is only a fifth-grade talent. The three of us will definitely deal with him well!"

"That's right! Let's go together!"

Zhang Heng sneered.

Feng Zishu and Fang Yi stepped forward, unleashing the literary spirit of a fifth-grade talent.

The three of Ai Dong were dumbfounded.

"Brother Ai, this is still not up."

"Shangjimao, he has three fifth-grade talents, how can you beat him?"

Another person cursed in a low voice.

"What's the matter, didn't you say that there are basically no Confucian scholars in Nanjun? Why did we meet three fifth-grade talents on the first day?"

Ai Dong didn't dare to rush, and even took two steps back.

Three sixth-rank talents faced three fifth-rank talents, and they had no actual combat experience at all, while the three opposite them had murderous aura besides their literary spirit, and they obviously killed many ghost cultivators.

If this is still the case, he, Ai Dong, will be a real idiot.

Watching the three retreat, Zhang Heng sneered and said.

"It seems that there is not such a problem with the brain, at least I know that I can't beat it."

Ai Dong snorted coldly, couldn't hold back his face, and said in a cold voice.

"Remember, no matter which family you are from in Nanjun, I will definitely repay you tenfold!"

After speaking, he turned his head and left.

The four of Chu He were a little dumbfounded when they heard this.

What the hell?

You scolded Nanjun and Chu He, but you still want to leave?

Zhang Heng's expression was strange, and he suddenly yelled.

"People of Nanjun! These three people insulted my Nanjun as a bandit and the King of Zhennan as a bandit leader. Can you let them go?"

A few people clashed, and there were already many people watching here. At this time, they heard what Zhang Heng said, and the crowd became excited and cursed loudly.

"What the hell? Call us Nanjun? Call us Zhennan King? Damn, block them!"

"No one can leave! Leave them all to me!"

"Kowtow at least three times, otherwise I won't be able to swallow this breath!"

While speaking, a group of common people surrounded Ai Dong and the three of them tightly.

Ai Dong was dumbfounded.

He just scolded Nanjun a few words, why are these people so angry?

Don't they know their identity?

The two disciples of the aristocratic family who followed had never seen such a scene, and they were timid in their hearts, and whispered to Ai Dong.

"Brother Ai, what should we do now."

Ai Dong was pushed back and forth by the crowd, feeling annoyed, he flew into a rage, released the sixth-grade literary energy, and forced everyone away.

"I'm Ai Dong, the eldest son of Ai in the capital! What do you untouchables want! Let me go!"

The literary qi of Confucian scholars and the martial qi of martial arts have a suppressive effect on ordinary people.

After ordinary people feel this breath, fear will arise in their hearts, so they dare not resist.

The people of Nanjun could not help being startled when they felt the sixth-grade literary spirit, and took a few steps back again and again. After a while, the crowd became even more excited.

"The Ai family in Beijing? What is that? I've never heard of it."

"Fuck! I don't recognize any family from the capital!"

"People from the capital get out!"

"Get out!"

At the back, all the common people only repeated three words.

"Get out!"

Ai Dong was about to go mad with anger, he was also a sixth-grade talent, and now he was scolded by these Nanjun untouchables, how could he bear it?

"As expected of the Ai family in the capital, I am obedient to the ghost cultivators, and I strike hard at the common people."

Zhang Heng stepped forward, looked at Ai Dong with a sneer, and forced Ai Dong's literary spirit back to avoid affecting the people.

Ai Dong suddenly turned his head, pointed at Chu He and said angrily.

"Chu He! Is this how you help Nanjun suppress our capital?"

Chu He was stunned when he was called by name.

He just watched the fun from the sidelines without saying a word, how did this offend him?

Hearing this, Zhang Heng was furious, and slapped him.

"What the hell is Chu He, my brother, you dare to scold me? Do you want to live?"

There was a crisp sound, and the surrounding people applauded in unison.

"Good! Good fight!"

"Just hit him so hard! People in the capital have long been displeased."