"Damn it, which grandson actually called me boss."
Song Fugui, who was already very angry, was furious when he heard the yelling outside.
"Crunch."
The big iron door was opened by Song Fugui, and two young faces fell into Song Fugui's eyes.
"Zhang Yong, Zhang Shan, why are you two?"
Song Fugui frowned and asked.
Song Fugui was quite impressed by the two defeated generals in front of his boss.
The first time Song Fugui gambled in his life was when Li Erdan and Zhang Shan fought. Song Fugui invested most of his family property on Li Erdan, making Song Fugui a windfall.
"Song Fugui, you damn fat guy, you are still hanging out with a country bumpkin like Li Erdan.
Looking at your potential, you are a city dweller after all, and yet you actually recognized a country bumpkin as your boss."
Zhang Yong cursed angrily with contempt on his face.
"Haha! What's wrong with the country bumpkin? If the country bumpkin doesn't beat you brothers all over the ground, have you two brothers forgotten the scene of kneeling down and begging for mercy for my boss?"
Song Fugui said coldly.
"Song Fugui, you are looking for death."
Brothers Zhang Yong and Zhang Shan were immediately angry and their eyes were on fire.
Defeating at the hands of Li Erdan, even kneeling down and begging for mercy in front of many people, can be said to be the biggest shame for these two brothers in this life. Now that Song Fugui has brought it up, how can they be called brothers?
Not angry.
"Damn fat man, if I don't beat you all over the floor today, you really don't know how powerful we two brothers are. I will beat you to death today."
With an angry roar, Zhang Zhi moved, and the next moment he was in front of Song Fugui. He grabbed Song Fugui's shirt with one hand, raised it with the other, and slapped him.
A day ago, Song Fugui would not have had any power to resist.
During this day and night, Song Fugui swallowed three precious third-grade elixirs.
Although he failed to break through to the early stage of yellow level, his agility and reaction speed are much higher than ordinary people.
The moment Zhang Yong grabbed his collar, he subconsciously raised one foot and kicked Zhang Yong in the crotch.
"Ah..." Zhang Yong had also reached the early stage of Xuan level at this time. He didn't take Song Fugui, an ordinary person, seriously at all. He didn't expect that Song Fugui would react so quickly. He was directly kicked in the vital point by Song Fugui.
He let out a heart-rending scream.
"Brother, kill this fat guy for me."
At this moment, Song Fugui also realized that something was not good, so he turned around and ran away, shouting as he ran.
"Senior Mao, please help me."
Looking at his younger brother rolling on the ground, Zhang Shan's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy.
"You fat man, where are you running? I will kill you today."
While shouting angrily, Zhang Shan moved, and the next moment he had caught up with Song Fugui. A cold murderous look flashed in his eyes, he raised his fist and punched Song Fugui on the back of the head.
Zhang Shan's cultivation level was already at the early stage of Xuan level half a year ago. After his spiritual energy recovered, he directly broke through to the late stage of Xuan level.
If he punched Song Fugui on the head with all his strength, his brain would definitely burst.
At this moment, a cold snort sounded.
"You are seeking death by running wild on my territory."
As soon as the cold voice fell, two stone spikes suddenly appeared at Zhang Shan's feet, and a pair of feet were immediately pierced by the spikes.
"ah."
After a heart-rending scream, Zhang Shan rolled over and began to roll on the ground, bright red blood flowing from his feet like a spring.
"Old Master, if you come here a little later, you can help me save your soul."
Song Fugui was so frightened that he sat on the ground, breathing heavily.
"You damn fat man, Master Dao, I saved you. It's okay if you don't thank me. But you dare to scold me, Master Dao. I really deserve to have this kid punch you in the head."
Master Zhao rolled his eyes and said.
Thinking that he had almost been punched in the head just now, Song Fugui became furious. He got up from the ground, walked up to Zhang Shan in a few steps, and kicked Zhang Shan's head hard.
"You bastard, don't you want to kill Fatty?
Don't you want to beat the fat man?
You should fight."
"You fat man, you dare to kick me."
Zhang Shan, a dignified late Xuan-level warrior, was kicked by an ordinary person. Not to mention how angry he was.
"Damn it! You have such a good character and you still dare to challenge me, Mr. Pang. I will kick you to death today, Mr. Pang."
"Damn fat man, I'm going to kill you."
"Ah! Fatty..." In the next few minutes, Zhang Shan's yelling and cursing became weaker and weaker. After a few minutes, Zhang Shan had been kicked into a pig's head.
"You damn fat man, it's a great fight. There's another one here and that one."
Mao Xingfan, who was laughing, was holding Zhang Yong, who was yelling, in one hand, and threw him unceremoniously at Song Fugui's feet.
"And you little bastard, you actually want to slap Fatty, Fatty, I will slap you to death today."
"Papa..." After several loud slaps, Zhang Yong was beaten so hard that his nose and mouth started to bleed.
"If the two countries are at war, come here. Fatty, you can't hit me. I'm here to deliver a message to your boss, Li Erdan."
Zhang Yong shouted in horror.
"Deliver a message?
What letter to send?"
Song Fugui paused slightly.
"Papa..." Several more big slaps.
"The fat man asked you, what letter did you send?"
Song Fugui cursed angrily.
"I said, stop hitting me, I said..." Zhang Yong held his head and begged for mercy.
"We two brothers represent the Wind and Fire Palace in the Little Mysterious Realm. We are here to deliver a message to your boss, Li Erdan. Our senior sister Yuan Ling said that Li Erdan was so brave as to kill our Fenghuo Palace.
Disciple, if you know the truth, please quickly go to our senior sister Yuan Ling to beg for mercy. Maybe you can leave him a whole body. If not..." "Bang bang..." Before Zhang Yong could finish speaking, Song Fugui swung his arms in two directions.
A big slap in the face.
"Damn it, your bullshit senior sister is nothing but a bully. If you ask my boss to apologize to him, who does he think he is?"
"Pop."
Ten minutes later, the miserable brothers Zhang Yong and Zhang Shan were beaten until they were reduced to human form by Song Fugui, and their heads were beaten like pig heads.
Song Fugui was also tired from the beating. He sat on the ground, breathing heavily, with beads of sweat the size of peas flowing on his forehead.
"Go back and tell your bullshit senior sister, the Little Mysterious World and the Wind and Fire Palace are all fucking bullshit in the eyes of our boss.
If she's awesome, ask her to come to our Erlong Mountain, and I'll promise to train your bullshit senior sister to be my boss's bed-warming girl."
Song Fugui cursed angrily.
At this moment, brothers Zhang Yong and Zhang Shan were too frightened to speak, fearing that Song Fugui would give them a big slap in the face.
"What are you two still doing here?
Get out of here quickly, go back and tell my boss, that bed-warming girl, that my boss has no interest in attending any gathering of the eight great families, and tell her to stay calm and get out of here."
Zhang Yong got up from the ground, held up his eldest brother Zhang Shan whose feet were pierced, and stared at Song Fugui with a pair of hateful eyes.
"Song Fugui, you must be responsible for what you said. When I get back, I will follow your original words and report them to my Senior Sister Yuan Ling. You and Li Erdan will just wait to bear the wrath of our Senior Sister Yuan Ling.
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Zhang Yong finished speaking in a cold voice, held his elder brother in his arms, turned around and left.
At this moment, a childish voice sounded.
"Wait a minute, you two go back and tell my dad, that bed-warming girl, that my dad will attend their gathering of the eight great aristocratic families on time tomorrow."