The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng stepped forward, without any unnecessary movements, and the Seven-Star Lotus Steps allowed him to shuttle through the crowd.

For a moment, the spacious factory was crowded with people, and screams continued.

He was like a cannonball, looking light and fluttering, but as long as he got close, people would fly across.

Ling Yuhai, who originally didn't take him seriously, saw him and actually smiled: "Oh, it's a bit interesting."

He was not a martial artist, to be more precise, he didn't think much of the so-called martial arts.

No matter how skilled he was, what use would it be in this era of hot weapons?

So until more than 30 martial arts disciples all fell down, he didn't take Qin Feng seriously at all, but applauded: "Not bad, not bad, it's really pleasing to the eye."

He completely regarded Qin Feng's skills as a performance.

He leaned against the railing and looked into Qin Feng's eyes: "But have you considered the consequences of doing this?"

"You are quite skilled. If I see you somewhere else, I am willing to pay a little money to invite you to play with me."

"But in an occasion like today, the more heroic you are, the more I will think about how miserable you will be when you die..."

In less than five minutes, the disciples of the Wumeng fell down one after another, but Qin Feng just dusted off the dust and prepared to go upstairs.

Perhaps because of his amazing skills, the cold Chu Yan looked at him more, but still didn't take it seriously.

After all, no matter how skilled he is, without background, connections, or resources, he is destined to struggle at the bottom of the society all his life, and he can only climb to the middle level with all his strength.

But if he wants to climb to the real peak and get closer to them, it is too far away.

There are not so many stories of salted fish turning over in this world. Even if there are, the so-called salted fish turning over is just a temporary reward of mercy for people like them.

Do you really think you can fight against someone who was born at the top?

Naive!

So this farce, whose ending was predictable in her eyes, did not cause any waves because of Qin Feng's appearance.

On the contrary, Ling Yuhai would definitely leave with a smile in the end, which was meaningless.

Qin Feng ignored the others and walked upstairs. During this time, disciples of the Wumeng kept coming forward to stop him, but he beat them all away.

Dozens of people just couldn't stop him for a second.

Ling Yuhai's men had already raised their guns and aimed at him, but he still turned a blind eye: "Mr. Zeng is not only the leader of the Pao Brothers, but also an old general of the Panlong Palace. If you touch him, are you ready to die?"

Ling Yuhai showed no fear, but raised his eyebrows as if he had heard a joke: "Oh, what are the consequences?"

Qin Feng looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead man: "Kneel down and apologize. I will pay you back a hundred times for the injuries on Zeng Keyi's body. If you can hold on, I will let you leave Sichuan alive."

As soon as he said this, not only Ling Yuhai, but also Hong Mingkang and Qi Shaotong below, Luo Xiaoxiao and Lu Feng above all burst into laughter.

Ling Yuhai laughed so hard that he couldn't help himself, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his little finger.

Luo Xiaoxiao was shaking with fear, pointing at Qin Feng and said, "Hey, country bumpkin, you don't really think that you can use chicken feathers as a token of authority just because you have some martial arts skills?"

"Let's not talk about Brother Yuhai. The identity of any one of us above you can scare you to death."

"If we lose a hair, you will bury our whole family with us."

"A lowly pariah dares to speak nonsense to us. What a joke!"

Lu Feng lost face because of Qin Feng, and now he looked at him with a fierce look in his eyes: "Haha, people who don't know their own identity will always die miserably."

Chu Yan glanced at Qin Feng lightly and shook her head slightly.

Qin Feng did not respond, but just waited for them to laugh enough, and kept walking up.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, not taking his words seriously at all, Ling Yuhai's expression suddenly became cold: "Shoot."

"Qin Feng, be careful!"

There were worried voices coming from upstairs and downstairs, but Qin Feng ignored them.

No matter how good his skills are, he is just a mortal body after all. How many bullets can he withstand?

Ling Yuhai didn't believe that those people who could block bullets with their bodies really existed.

Even if there were, as long as he had enough bullets, he could shoot through them!

"Bang!"

With the first gunshot, everyone was waiting for Qin Feng to fall.

However, the expected thing did not happen, because Qin Feng disappeared from the spot!

The Seven Star Lotus Step under his feet accelerated to the peak in an instant, and every step he took only left an afterimage on the spot.

This was the first time he used the most extreme Seven Star Lotus Step. Before, he asked in prison what speed the peak Seven Star Lotus Step could reach, and the old man was impatient.He annoyedly said to him: "It's OK to be able to dodge bullets!"

But Qin Feng had never tried it. After all, no one would let someone shoot at him when he was full and had nothing to do.

And now, every step he took seemed to be walking on the wind, light and fast.

When his speed reached an extreme, the trajectory of the bullet seemed to be clearly visible in front of him.

His figure was getting closer and closer to the second floor, and Ling Yuhai's face gradually stiffened.

These gunmen were all professionally trained, with first-class shooting skills. It was impossible for them to miss a single shot!

They, a group of gorgeously dressed young men, suddenly panicked when they saw Qin Feng approaching the first gunman at lightning speed, and a dagger fell from his sleeves, and he stabbed directly with his hand.

The gun couldn't hit him!

Ling Yuhai subconsciously took a step back. Seeing Qin Feng getting closer and closer to him, he ordered: "Master An!"

As he gave the order, the dull old man who was reading in the corner stood in front of him. Looking at Qin Feng standing opposite him, his expression was dull: "You, commit suicide."

Qin Feng raised his knife and cut the neck of the last gunman, looking at the old man in front of him expressionlessly.

He noticed this old man since he entered the door.

Although the old man was silent, the aura from the strong could not be concealed.

Blood splattered on Qin Feng's face, as if his eyes were also dyed red.

When the two strong men met, the aura emanating from their bodies instantly made everyone quite afraid.

Qin Feng could see that this old man was the strongest person he had met since he was released from prison.

It is still unknown who is stronger between them.

"What if I don't?"

"Then I will kill you."

The old man didn't say much, and his tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

At this time, Mr. Bo finally couldn't help but shout below: "Xiaofeng, be careful, this person should not be underestimated!"

Qin Feng smiled lightly, but his eyes gradually became fanatical.

"High difficulty? I like it very much."