Seven hundred and tenth chapter conflicts scold the Quartet
Yan Yun was already full of anger in his stomach. Now Song Zhixing actually lost his temper at him. In an instant, he stirred up his anger and fought back without showing any weakness: "Where are you taking off again?"
What comes out, are the wild fruits in the mountains and forests poisonous? Does it have anything to do with you for half a penny?"
Before he could finish his speech, Yan Yun bit the wild fruit in his hand hard and started chewing it with a delicious taste.
Song Zhixing is the legitimate son of the head of Wudang, and his talent is also good. Although he is incomparable to the genius like Feng Jianping and Lin Yu, he is also the leader of the young generation of the Central Plains martial arts world. He has been named a genius since he was a child.
When will the halo of honor be insulted like this?
What's more, Yan Yun is a young boy who has just entered the world. He dared to talk back to a pride like Song Zhixing. He felt a little embarrassed and immediately shouted angrily: "You have a mother,
A wild boy who has no mother raised is nothing, and he doesn't urinate, just to show off his virtue. The toad actually wants to eat swan meat, which is really delusional!"
Hearing Song Zhixing cursing like a shrew, the expression of the female disciple of the Emei Sect suddenly sank, and Yan Hong's face became extremely cold. She has always been doting Yan Yun, the only brother, and she can't bear to be affected.
A little aggrieved. Now Song Zhixing dared to insult Yan Yun in front of her, how could she not be angry?
When Song Zhixing saw something wrong with his eyes, he thought that his words had damaged his image as a young master who was in a beautiful place. He immediately put on a gentle and elegant look.
Weiran smiled and said, "Miss Yanhong, I was a little rude just now. I shouldn't have seen this as a wild boy..."
Yan Hong's clear eyes, a cold light immediately appeared, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she shouted in a cold voice: "Young Master Song, Yan Yun is my brother, not a wild boy, I hope you don't do this again
Insult him with words!"
Hearing Yan Hong's words, Song Zhixing's face completely darkened in an instant, just like the stone falling into the pit. It was simply smelly and ugly. He was so shocked that he could not say for a long time.
Let me say something.
Yan Yun's mother died at a young age, so in his heart, her mother is definitely a sacred existence that cannot be defiled at all. However, now Song Zhixing insults him as a wild boy who has "no mother to raise", and directly
It was touched. The last bottom line deep in his heart, those clear and bright eyes condensed into murderous intent in an instant. The expression was gloomy. He glared at Song Zhixing angrily and shouted in a cold voice: "The surname is Song,
What you said just now? If you have the ability, repeat it to me again!"
Seeing this scene, Yan Hong glanced coldly at Song Zhixing, who was still in shock and was stunned, hurriedly grabbed Yan Yun's hand, stared at him with his eyes full of tenderness and care, and said softly: "Yan Yun,
Don't be angry, it's all just a misunderstanding!”
At this time, Afeng also saw that the momentum here was a little wrong, so he hurried over and asked with a slightly solemn expression: "Yan Yun, what's wrong? You're so angry?"
Yan Yun glared at Song Zhixing angrily and said angrily: "Brother-in-law, this guy called me a wild boy, and said the wild fruit you picked was poisonous, and asked you to pee and take care of yourself.
Deyi said that you are a toad and want to eat swan meat is a delusion!”
Hearing these words, Yan Hong's face changed suddenly. If it were just Yan Yun, she would still be able to hold on. But her younger brother actually pulled Afeng in.
Afeng had long wanted to beat Song Zhixing, but he had never found a good reason. Now that he heard Yan Yun say this, he didn't tell the truth or the false, and his anger immediately jumped up and pointed at Song Zhixing's nose.
He shouted angrily: "Brother, I have no grudges and grudges with you, and I have never met you before, but why did you insult me for no reason?"
Song Zhixing felt like he was not watching the almanac when he went out. Yan Yun, who had just appeared, had not settled it yet. Now, such a black boy appeared again. Now he saw him wearing a coarse linen again, and he was immediately furious.
He snorted and shouted loudly: "Who is your boy? When did I insult you? Did your ear hear me scold you?"
Afeng pointed to his left ear, then to his right ear, and said, "You hear both ears!"
Song Zhixing sneered a few times and said, "What can you do if you hear it? I said I didn't scold you, but I didn't..."
Bang!
Before Song Zhixing could finish his words, Afeng waved an iron fist and slapped Song Zhixing hard in one of the eyes. He suddenly hit him with stars, such as the sun and the moon, all around him at this time.
His forehead was turning back and forth.
"You...you...boy...dare...beat me..." Song Zhixing was dizzy when Afeng hit a sudden iron fist, and said in a trembling voice.
A Feng looked like an unreasonable hooligan, and smiled wildly, "Where did I hit you? Your eyes saw that I hit you?"
Song Zhixing was furious, pointed to his eyes, and shouted angrily: "You kid are still a scoundrel. I saw you attacking me in both eyes!"
Afeng shrugged helplessly, imitated Song Zhixing's tone just now, and sneered: "What can you do if you see it? I said I didn't hit you, but I just didn't hit you!"
"You...you..." Song Zhixing blocked Afeng's words so much that he couldn't say a word, his face turned red, and he just said the word "you".
At this time, some disciples of the Wudang Sect saw that the momentum was not right and gathered here. Other disciples of the Emei Sect and the prodigal sons from the rivers and lakes gathered together. In an instant, the cicadas were chirping and noisy.
The woods immediately became boiling.
A man pointed at A Feng's expression with a little confusion and said, "Who is this boy in black? He dared to shout with the legitimate son of the head of Wudang. Are you impatient to live?"
Companion Jia shook his head and said, "I don't know either, but I heard that Song Zhixing is the leader among the younger generation of Wudang disciples. It seems that this boy in black is in trouble!"
Before the words of a companion A were finished, companion B took over and said, "I know that this boy in black seems to be named A Feng. I have seen him and Lin Yu drink with him in the inn before, and the friendship should be quite good.
Deep appearance.”
Before the voice of the companion B could be finished, the companion C's scream rang out: "What, Lin Yu? Is it Lin Yu who defeated the new leader Feng Jianping a few days ago? He is a sensational figure in the martial arts world today, and he has never met in a century.
The genius genius, the one who can drink with him, must be almost the same. Even if it is not a genius, he is also a genius and the best among the young and middle-aged generations of the world."
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Hearing the discussions of the crowd, Song Zhixing, who had always been arrogant, became even more angry. He immediately raised his throat and shouted angrily: "You call Afeng, right? Don't think that you and Lin Yu are friends, I dare not
How about you boy? I think Lin Yu is just a reputation. If he dares to come, my martial arts sword technique will be mysterious and exquisite, and within ten moves, it will be enough to defeat him!"
When Song Zhixing said this, he seemed quite proud and confident, and he looked like a winner, as if he had defeated Lin Yu at this time.
Before Song Zhixing could finish his speech, several young Wudang disciples who followed him were also excitedly echoing as if they had expired chicken blood. Every word you said and said, the words were quite intense.
Before Afeng could answer, Yan Yun next to him snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "A group of gangsters who have never seen the world will be good at lip service, which is useless!"
Hearing that Yan Yun, a boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, came to teach them a lesson like an old senior, saying that they were gangsters who had never seen the world. Suddenly, the younger generation of Wudang Sect disciples immediately followed him.
The crowd was in anger and threatened to teach Yan Yun a lesson, who didn't know how to be a good man.
Seeing this scene, Yan Yun snorted disdainfully and shouted: "Isn't your Wudang sword technique mysterious and exquisite? Does anyone dare to fight me Yan Yun in a fair fight?"
Hearing that Yan Yun, a 16 or 17-year-old boy, was actually challenging them, the Wudang disciples immediately became excited again, and they all shouted to teach him a lesson so that he could know how high the sky was and how earth was.
Thick, how many times is Ma Prince long?
Although Song Zhixing couldn't stand Yan Yun's arrogance and wanted to teach him a lesson. However, he was Yan Hong's younger brother. Before he could hold the beauty back, he didn't want to have a fierce relationship with Yan Yun.
At least, it cannot create too fierce conflicts in front of Yan Hong.
Thinking of this, Song Zhixing's thief's eyes turned back and forth, and a sharp and fierce cold light flashed in his deep eyes. He looked directly at Afeng and shouted sternly: "You dare to ask this brother, do you dare to accept me."
challenge?"
Yan Yun had already wanted to hurt the young man in the Wudang Sect. Before he could finish his words, he shouted loudly: "You kid is not worthy of fighting with my master, I'll fight you!"
Yan Hong knew that Song Zhixing was the best among the generation of young disciples of the Wudang Sect, so she hurriedly pulled Yan Yun and whispered: "Yan Yun, stop making trouble!"
After saying that, Yan Hong moved her lotus step forward and said with a light step: "Young Master Song, everything is just a misunderstanding. Yan Yun is ignorant and I am sorry for his inappropriate words!"
Yan Hong, the great beauty, certainly Song Zhixing has to give face, not to mention that he doesn't want to have a quarrel with his future brother-in-law now, so he immediately acts politely and smiles slightly, "This is it."
Of course, how could I, Song Zhixing, have the same knowledge as a young boy? Maybe we will be a family in the future!"
When Yan Yun heard this, he didn't care about his image and cursed: "You are a grandson and a bear, and you don't urinate to take care of your behavior. You also want to be a family with us.
I think you just choked with too much shit!"
When everyone heard Yan Yun's angry curses, they were upset. Unexpectedly, his cursing skills had reached this level at such a young age. The Wudang disciples were once again in angered.
Song Zhixing's face looked as ugly as if he had really eaten shit. He glared at Yan Yun angrily and shouted sternly: "Yan Yun, I think you are still a child, and you don't have the same knowledge as you, you are so many.
Don’t give a toast and not eat a penalty.”
When Yan Yun heard Song Zhixing's provocative words, he wanted to curse again, but was tightly held back by Yan Hong and several female disciples of the Emei Sect.
Song Zhixing glanced at Yan Hong coldly, then turned around and looked at A Feng, and put on an arrogant attitude. In those cold and deep eyes, a murderous light appeared, and shouted sternly.
: "You boy dares to attack me and even insult me in Wudang Sect. If you don't kill you today, it will be difficult to relieve my hatred!"
A Feng looked disdainful, glanced at him coldly, and shouted coldly: "If you want to fight, fight, that's how much nonsense you've talked about."
Seeing this situation, Yan Hong was worried that Afeng would suffer a loss and wanted to go forward to stop him. However, before she could speak, her clear eyes as clear as water came to Afeng's bright eyes full of confidence and immediately
I swallowed what I wanted to say back into my stomach, but I nodded slightly, signaling him to be careful.
Song Zhixing, who was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger, saw that Afeng was still circulating with the beauty he liked, and his anger broke out three feet high on the spot. Without saying a word, he pulled out the sword on his waist.