"Hey, if you don't say anything, I'll break your legs."
Ye Feng made a fierce look and raised his hand to grab Old Man Qianji.
"Ouch!"
Ye Feng just pretended and didn't touch him at all, but Old Man Qianji yelled.
"Someone was beaten. Someone was beaten. Come and see!"
What Ye Feng didn't expect even more was that Qianjilai sat down on the ground and started yelling like a pig, making Ye Feng laugh and cry and said:
"I said, old man, I haven't even met you yet. If you say that I hit someone, you must have some evidence!"
"puff!"
As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, Old Man Qianji raised his hand and punched himself in the face, causing his left eye socket to turn black.
Ye Feng didn't expect this at all. In the midst of the chaos, Old Man Qianji punched twice again. Two nosebleeds immediately flowed down. When he opened his mouth, he spat out two front teeth and cried out:
"Killing, killing, in broad daylight, someone killed, what a big melon!"
"Depend on!"
Ye Feng cursed and looked around. Fortunately, this was an alley and relatively remote, otherwise it would have been embarrassing if someone came to watch.
"Old man, this is too rude of you. You just want to extort some money. Do you need to be so cruel?"
Ye Feng was really speechless. These gangsters were really not fooled. They had obviously misjudged him before. The old man Qianji was obviously a liar.
"Who extorted money, who extorted money! My fortune teller doesn't count today, even if he beats me to death, it doesn't count!"
Old Man Qianji ignored Ye Feng at all, and just sat on the ground and messed around, smearing the nosebleed all over his face.
"Okay, let's stop it when you're ready!"
Ye Feng knew that he had been fooled and was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore. He raised his hand and pulled up the old man Qianji who was sitting on the ground.
"You... you... you... still want to kill people and silence them. This... this... this... is the imperial city. Under the emperor's feet, there is... there is... there is a king.
Method!"
Old Man Qianji was already old and skinny. He couldn't resist Ye Feng's pull. He stood up tremblingly and began to stutter when he spoke.
"Haha! Just because of your acting skills, even the Oscar winners will be sorry for you, take it!"
Ye Feng let go of Old Man Qianji, patted the void bag, took out ten source crystals and handed them over.
"Are you sending a beggar away? I am the number one divine fortune teller in most of the cities, but I have seen the portrait of the current sage and had my fortune told. If I have received this insult for nothing today, I will definitely not be able to do anything good!"
Old Man Qianji could definitely afford to be the best actor. When he saw Ye Feng softening, he immediately put on an arrogant face, looked sideways at the sky, and ignored Ye Feng.
"Okay, you are awesome!"
Ye Feng wasn't afraid of him, he was just bored and didn't want to get to know him. Anyway, he didn't care about money. He took out a large handful of Source Crystals again, threw them on the ground, turned around and prepared to leave.
"I want to run away, but there is no way out. I beat people in the street, buy and sell them by force, and come to see the officials!"
How could Old Man Qianji let go of Ye Feng, a big fish, so easily? After saying this, he hugged Ye Feng's thigh, threw him to the ground, and screamed like a pig again:
"Killing people, killing people, you are naturally a big melon, come and eat the melon!"
"wrong!"
Ye Feng was hugged to his thigh, and when he was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
He is a dignified monk at the peak of Qi Condensation, and he is equipped with body-protecting Qi. How can he be easily hugged by a mortal's thigh? This is not a big joke in the world.