The Dragon from Hell

After hearing what Qin Feng said, the air in the whole hall was still for a moment.

Then it was Zeng Lao who spoke first, and there was undisguised fear in his eyes: "Xiao Qin!"

He walked quickly to Qin Feng, pressed his shoulder, and said seriously: "Are you not feeling well, so you are talking nonsense? Come on, go upstairs and have a rest, and leave this to me."

Qin Feng knew that Zeng Lao said this because he was afraid that he would speak out of turn.

After all, the matter involving Panlong Hall would not be small, not to mention that the future heir was here.

If Qin Feng said such a thing, he would not be the only one to suffer if he could not produce some actual evidence.

He thought Qin Feng was just talking nonsense because he was angry for a while, in order to save face for his Zeng family.

And he hurried to dissuade him, also to prevent Qin Feng from bringing disaster to himself.

But it was obviously too late to persuade now, there were only a few people in the hall, and Qin Feng spoke loudly, and these people all heard it.

Lin Huaiqiu's face was shocked, and then a chill shot out from his heart: "Little brother, I miss you and Zeng Lao's acquaintance, so I give you a chance. What you said just now was just nonsense you said when you were confused?"

Although he and Zeng Lao are both old men in Panlong Hall, it does not mean that he can turn a blind eye to the new Dragon Lord.

You know, becoming the Dragon Lord of Panlong Hall not only means that you can command tens of thousands of disciples, but also means that these disciples have to hand over their lives to the Dragon Lord.

If their lives are handed over, the power, status, and money in the hands of these disciples are naturally not to mention.

After the old Dragon Lord retired ten years ago, there was little news, and no one knew where he went, except for his confidants.

The Panlong Hall has become a mess without a leader. Some people have already started to retreat, but more people, like Lin Huaiqiu, are looking forward to the return of the old Dragon Master, or the "loyal ministers" of the new Dragon Master.

So when Yang Ziheng found him with the old Dragon Master's handwritten letter, Lin Huaiqiu was immediately excited.

The old Dragon Master's apprentice appeared, which means that the Panlong Hall has hope of revival!

Although Yang Ziheng's temper is a bit bad, since he is the one who has been identified, he will definitely assist to the end.

So these days, he took Yang Ziheng to meet the disciples in the hall scattered in the southwest.

I hope that with this momentum, the Panlong Hall can be reunited.

This is why, when he heard Qin Feng say that Yang Ziheng was fake, his reaction was so intense.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Seeing Yang Ziheng being so arrogant and domineering in the name of his master, Qin Feng couldn't help it.

If he hadn't felt that the prostitute was not right just now and wanted to see what they were going to do, he would have killed Yang Ziheng long ago.

Those who insult my master shall die!

Therefore, seeing that Lin Huaiqiu couldn't recognize the true face of the person in front of him and dared to show a threatening look to him, Qin Feng immediately took a step forward.

At this moment, his aura was fully open.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he looked down on everyone with a domineering look.

The lines of the young face were firm, but his eyes were as deep as the windless sea.

When he looked over, it made people feel as if they were being stared at by a deep-sea beast, or being tracked by a hunting lion.

It was so chilling!

"I said, he is not the descendant of the old dragon master at all!"

"You are talking nonsense!"

Before Lin Huaiqiu and others could react, the first person to speak was the prostitute.

At this time, she had lost her charming and boneless fireworks aura, and her beautiful eyes were filled with shock and anger.

She didn't look angry because of Qin Feng's nonsense, but rather as if she was stepped on by someone's tail.

However, except for Qin Feng, no one else's attention was on her.

Zeng Lao was horrified. He was shocked and suspicious at first, and then he thought of something and sighed again: "Xiao Qin, trouble comes from the mouth, you... Alas!"

"I know you want to stand up for me, and you want to vent your anger for me, but some words can't be said casually."

"Once you say this, if you can't produce evidence, I can't protect you!"

After all, Lin Huaiqiu is here. Although the two are both old men in Panlong Hall, Zeng Hanjiang has abdicated for many years.

But Lin Huaiqiu is an active member in the hall who wants to revive and revenge, and he will never allow anyone to tarnish the title of "Dragon Lord".

As expected, Lin Huaiqiu's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it, and his eyes looked at Qin Feng with a hint of murderous intent.

He stared at Qin Feng, but he said to Mr. Zeng: "Mr. Zeng, you and I have read the handwritten letter brought by Young Master Yang.I have also checked it. The photo of the old Dragon Lord and Young Master Yang can't be fake... Now your little brother dares to tarnish the heir of the old Dragon Lord. What do you think should be done? "

Zeng Hanjiang never thought that things would turn out like this. He had confirmed the handwriting, and the old Dragon Lord's handwriting was good.

In the Panlong Palace, not many people have seen the old Dragon Lord's original handwriting.

And since the old Dragon Lord disappeared ten years ago, there is only one of his original handwriting left in Zeng Lao's hands, which is why Lin Huaiqiu came to Zeng Lao to confirm it as soon as possible.

Now hearing Lin Huaiqiu's question, Zeng Lao showed a struggling look: "Huaiqiu, is there no room for turning back?"

Before Lin Huaiqiu responded, Yang Ziheng, who was originally slumped on the ground, had already woken up.

He was covered in blood, and when he stared at Qin Feng, he seemed to want to stare his eyes out. The veins on his forehead bulged, and he pointed at Qin Feng and roared: "Lin Huaiqiu, what are you waiting for? Kill him! Kill him now!"

"No, no, we can't let him die too easily! Go and break his limbs, I will dig out his eyes and cut off his tongue myself, so that he can neither live nor die!"

Yang Ziheng almost roared these words, and the muscles on his face were twisted and hideous.

His words also fully reflected his cruel nature.

It was obviously he who beat and killed Bo Lao at every turn, and he was so cruel when others defended themselves.

Lin Huaiqiu put one hand behind his back and the other hand in front of him, clenching it tightly, looking at Qin Feng with murderous eyes.

"Young man, did you hear that? Young Master Yang has ordered that you will die today. "

When Lin Huaiqiu spoke, his muscles gradually tensed up, and he was clearly ready to attack at any time.

No one would have thought that this big shot in the financial world was also a martial arts master.

In fact, before this, he also felt that Yang Ziheng had gone too far in killing Bo Lao.

But as long as Yang Ziheng had the handwriting, he had to admit it.

Although the handwriting did not explicitly say that Yang Ziheng was the future Dragon Lord, it was not difficult to guess what would happen in the future just because he was the only closed disciple of the old Dragon Lord.

"Do you have any last words?"