The Dragon from Hell

Seeing that Lin Huaiqiu was going to do it himself, Yang Ziheng showed a hideous smile on his face.

Perhaps because of his guilty conscience, when Qin Feng said that he was not the descendant of the old Dragon Lord, he was confused and subconsciously looked at the prostitute.

However, the prostitute was much calmer than him. She gestured to him with her back to the crowd, indicating that he should be patient.

The letter was given to him by a woman, and she could guarantee that even Zeng Hanjiang would not be able to find any flaws.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case, otherwise Zeng Hanjiang would not have given him the things left by the old Dragon Lord.

I'm afraid that the two of them would have died as soon as they entered the door.

And seeing that the boy was dressed in ordinary clothes, there was nothing extraordinary at all. He was definitely talking nonsense, and there was no need to be afraid.

Besides, even if he had evidence, as long as he became a corpse, wouldn't he be unable to produce more evidence?

Lin Huaiqiu was still confronting Qin Feng, and the prostitute had already sneaked to the side.

She quietly lifted the hem of her skirt, and there was a strap tied around her thigh, on which hung a pistol.

Yang Ziheng understood and quickly cooperated with her: "Lin Huaiqiu, what are you still talking about? Didn't you hear me asking you to kill him?"

"Look at his behavior yourself. I am the young master of the Yang family, and I come from a noble family. Whether in status or identity, I am many levels higher than him! And he, with the appearance of a poor and inferior person, ran to the Zeng family to cheat for food and drink. Is there any need to say who is right and who is wrong?"

"Or do you want to disobey my master's order!"

Yang Ziheng's last voice really hit Lin Huaiqiu's soft spot.

He might not listen to Yang Ziheng, but he dared not disobey the orders of the old dragon master.

Although the old dragon master is dead, his residual power still remains in the hearts of these people.

What's more, they followed the old Dragon Lord not only because of fear, but more because of awe!

He stepped forward with a sullen face, and the breath of killing spread instantly.

Qin Feng didn't even bother to look at him, but just sneered: "It seems that in the ten years since the old Dragon Lord was away, you have really become a mess. Just anyone pretends to be you, and you can believe it. Zeng Lao is fine, he is already old, are you Lin Huaiqiu also old and dim!"

Faced with Qin Feng's angry rebuke, Lin Huaiqiu was stunned: "What did you say?"

Qin Feng raised his hand and pointed at Yang Ziheng: "Do you think the old Dragon Lord would choose such a person as his apprentice? Even if he would, then let me ask you, the old Dragon Lord's martial arts attainments are unfathomable. Since he is the old Dragon Lord's last disciple, why was he kicked out by me just now?"

"This..." Lin Huaiqiu was stunned, as if he didn't expect why.

Indeed, since Yang Ziheng is the descendant of the old Dragon Lord, the strength he showed is too weak, and it is estimated that he can't even reach the Yellow Realm.

"Lin Huaiqiu, what are you waiting for? If you listen to this kid talking shit again, I will kill you first, believe it or not!"

Yang Ziheng was stepped on the sore spot, his eyes began to panic, pointing at Qin Feng and cursing: "My master, my master... just because he saw that I was still young, so he didn't teach me kung fu!"

He was anxious, and jumped in front of Lin Huaiqiu in three or two steps, and pulled out the pistol he carried with him.

Lin Huaiqiu wanted to stop him, but didn't dare to stop him.

Yang Ziheng pointed his gun at Qin Feng as soon as he drew his gun, and said viciously: "You are a lowly person from the bottom of society, and you dare to humiliate me. Who do you think you are! I am now the future Dragon Lord, who is above everyone else. I can kill lowly people like you at will!"

"If you dare to talk nonsense in front of me, I will kill you now, and then kill all your parents and relatives, and let them pay the price for your stupidity!"

As he said, Yang Ziheng pulled the trigger at Qin Feng.

"Stop!"

Mr. Zeng shouted, but failed to stop it.

However, just before the gun went off, there was a sound of breaking wind faster than Yang Ziheng.

"Ah!"

With a scream, Yang Ziheng suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun that was originally aimed at Qin Feng and fired a shot at the ceiling.

At the same time, something flew up to the ceiling, then landed, splashing a gushing waterfall of blood.

"My hand, my hand!"

Yang Ziheng covered his right arm, but found that it was empty, with only warm blood flowing out.

And then everyone saw clearly that what fell on the ground was nothing else but Yang Ziheng's arm!

Zeng Lao and Bo Lao were shocked at the same time, and they looked at each other: So fast! So cruel!

Qin Feng's hand had not yet been put down. What he held in his hand was a piece of the vase that fell to the ground after Yang Ziheng was kicked away.

But it was just such a small piece of debris., but cut off Yang Ziheng's hand from the shoulder!

He rolled on the ground in pain and howled, struggling desperately like a wild boar about to be killed: "Lin Huaiqiu! Kill him!"

Lin Huaiqiu was extremely angry at this time. After all, in his heart, Yang Ziheng was the successor of the old Dragon Lord and the hope for the future of Panlong Palace.

Who knew that Qin Feng's words just disturbed his mind, and Yang Ziheng ended up like this, and in front of him!

"Boy, you are looking for death!"

Lin Huaiqiu shouted angrily, and his suit suddenly swelled up by three points, and a cruelty flowed out.

The angry look on his face instantly turned into murderous intent, and the originally elegant face turned red, showing its hideousness.

"Huaiqiu! Wait a minute, I think things may..."

Zeng Hanjiang wanted to stop him when he saw this, but Lin Huaiqiu had already gone up.

He turned into a thug in a suit, and as soon as his skills in the late Yellow Realm started, he left a deep dent on the solid wood floor.

Yang Ziheng and Fengchennu both showed surprise: Good, very good, just kill him like this!

This kid must know something, but it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that as long as he dies, their plan will succeed!

Yang Ziheng even endured the pain, and a hideous look appeared on his face: He has finally reached his current position, and people like Zeng Hanjiang and Lin Huaiqiu are driven by him like dogs. He will never allow anyone to destroy it again!

He is the future Dragon Lord!

He should be above ten thousand people!

It must not, absolutely not be allowed to be destroyed by an unknown person!

But when Lin Huaiqiu approached, Qin Feng still looked at him coldly, his eyes as cold as prison: "It seems that you are stubborn."

"To insult the descendants of the old Dragon Lord is to insult my Panlong Palace. Today you will die to pay for your sins!"

Lin Huaiqiu shouted angrily, and his fist with a strong wind had already arrived in front of Qin Feng.

But Qin Feng did not dodge, and directly caught his fist without moving his feet!

Crack!

Suddenly, a sound of bones breaking was heard, and Qin Feng crushed Lin Huaiqiu's fist.

Lin Huaiqiu did not shout like Yang Ziheng, but was also shocked by Qin Feng's strength: "You, you are in the Xuan realm!"

Zeng Hanjiang and his grandson, including Old Bo, looked at Qin Feng with a big change in their eyes: Didn't he come to the Zeng family to ask for food? How could he be a master of the Xuan realm!

Qin Feng did not answer, but turned around and kicked Lin Huaiqiu out with a spinning kick.

In the face of overwhelming strength, as long as Qin Feng did not want to play cat and mouse, he would have no room to fight back.

At this moment, Qin Feng did not say anything more, but took out a token from his arms, threw it in front of Lin Huaiqiu, and said coldly in a condescending voice: "Kneel down."