Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yifeng turned to look at Mr. Lin and said.

"Thanks for the help, but I still want to ask, who asked you to come?"

"Ah? Didn't my old man tell you? Let me make a call and you tell him yourself."

Mr. Lin looked confused, and then dialed his old man's phone number.

"Dad, the matter is settled. Don't worry, everyone is fine. You can talk to him yourself."

With that said, Mr. Lin handed the phone to Zhang Yifeng.

"Xiao Zhang, is there nothing wrong? I asked my third son to rush over. He is closest to you."

As soon as Zhang Yifeng answered the phone, a kind but dignified voice came from the other side.

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said: "I'm fine, thank you for your help. If I guessed correctly, you should be the old man who was boxing in the villa that day, right?"

"My little friend, let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Qi. They all call me Mr. Qi. You can also call me that."

"Mr. Qi, thank you again for your help today."

"Haha, I am the one who should thank you. These days, I have been following your method of breathing and breathing. It had no effect in the past few days. But tonight, when I was sitting on the roof of the building breathing and breathing, I finally understood what you said. The secret of this is that I not only learned your breathing method, but also improved your strength and alleviated most of your internal illnesses."

"That's good."

Zhang Yifeng nodded. The breathing method he taught the old man is difficult for most people to learn. The fact that the old man can learn it shows that he has some understanding.

Wait, the old man just said that his strength has improved. What does this mean? Is it possible that there are still cultivators in a place where the spiritual energy of China is so thin? The old man is one of them. That's right, if you hadn't practiced, how could you have mastered his breathing technique so quickly.

Zhang Yifeng was about to ask when the old man's voice continued: "My little friend must be a little tired today, so I won't bother you too much. I will visit you another day and ask for advice on how to breathe in the second half. I also hope that my little friend Don’t be stingy in teaching me.”

"Easy to say."

Since the old man wants to visit him, some questions are better asked in person than on the phone now.

If there are still cultivators in China, this is not good news. His current cultivation level is still too weak.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng returned the phone to Mr. Lin.

"Little brother, everything is fine here now. Do you want me to give you a ride?"

Mr. Lin's voice came.

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and said: "Don't bother, we are going in different directions, I can just take a taxi back."

"Okay, then I'll take you downstairs."

Mr. Lin was very polite and not condescending at all. Perhaps it was because Mr. Qi had greeted him.

"Third Master, I'll give it to you too."

Song Tianbao's voice came and he followed him out.

Soon, a group of people went down to the first floor.

Zhang Yifeng said to Mr. Lin: "Just send it here, we'll take a quick call and get ready to leave."

"It's okay. I'll leave when I see you get in the car."

"That's fine."

Zhang Yifeng didn't say anything and started waiting for the taxi.

At this time, at the gate, a gangster-looking man suddenly took out his phone and said: "Brother Hu, that guy is out and is catching a taxi. A taxi has arrived now."

"Coming out? That's good. When the taxi leaves the club gate, you and a few people will stop the taxi on the road! Brother Bing and I will call the brothers to gather right away."

"good."

…

At the gate, a taxi approached and stopped next to Du Jian and the others.

Before, Du Jian and the others would have opened the car door and left, but this time the three of them kept a low profile. No one got in the car. Instead, they all took a step back, obviously giving way to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng didn't show any pretense. He opened the car door and asked He Yajiao to sit in the back seat. He got into the passenger seat.

Du Jian and the others watched helplessly as their prey was taken away by Zhang Yifeng, but they did not dare to show any displeasure. They had no choice but to let Zhang Yifeng know such an awesome person. And if it weren't for Zhang Yifeng today, they would all have lost one of their fingers. It was Zhang Yifeng who saved the three of them today.

"Don't provoke Zhang Yifeng from now on!"

"The centipede is dead but not stiff."

"Those who bullied Zhang Yifeng a few days ago will probably suffer."

This is the truest thought in the hearts of the three of them at this moment.

"Little brother, go on your way and call me if you need anything in the future."

Mr. Lin's voice came again, very cordial.

Zhang Yifeng finally understood why Lin Siying wanted to follow such a fat man. Although this fat man was in an upper class society, he was very easy-going.

However, it is none of his business who the school beauty is with.

"You two, where are you going?" came the taxi driver's voice.

"Landscape Villa."

"OK."

The driver started and slowly drove away from the gate. Just as the taxi was about to speed up, several gangsters holding machetes suddenly appeared on the road and blocked the taxi's path.

The taxi braked immediately and its face changed with fear.

"Boy, get out of the car!"

Several gangsters pointed knives at Zhang Yifeng.

The driver glanced at Zhang Yifeng and his heart was pounding. It was obvious that these gangsters were looking for trouble for the passengers.

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "They are looking for trouble from me. Don't worry, I will just get off the car."

With that said, Zhang Yifeng turned to look at He Yajiao.

"It should be Xiao Bing. Wait for me in the car. I'll be back soon."

"Zhang Yifeng..."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"careful."

Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly and said, "I don't care about these gangsters yet."

With that said, Zhang Yifeng opened the car door and got out of the car.

At this time, the door of the club. Song Tianbao's voice came.

"Third Master."

"What's the matter?" Lin Shenghao was about to turn around, but turned around in confusion when he heard this.

"It seems your friend's car was stopped."

"Um?"

Mr. Lin turned around and saw that, sure enough, Zhang Yifeng's taxi was stopped by a few gangsters.

"It seems that this kid has offended a lot of people."

Mr. Lin smiled bitterly and was about to walk over when his body was hit by someone.

At this time, a group of people rushed out of the club, about thirty people. These were Xiao Bing's people, and Xiao Bing and Jiang Feng were among them. .

"Fuck, get out of the way."

This group of people ran rampant and almost knocked Mr. Lin to the ground.

Mr. Lin's expression turned ugly at that time, and even Song Tianbao's expression also changed.

This group of people actually dared to bump into Third Master in front of him. Are they looking for death?

"Third Master, you don't need to take action on this matter, I will handle it."

Song Tianbao made a phone call, and then all the thugs in the private room went downstairs.

If Mr. San has to handle such trivial matters personally, then there is no point in his existence.