Chapter 493: Elder Jing who Protects His Shortcomings
A man's dignity is sometimes higher than the sky, and Xiao Feng is exactly this kind of man. Since his debut, he has never bowed his head and begged for mercy from his enemies.
However, when his woman and children were about to be harmed, Xiao Feng had no choice. He lowered his head and begged the enemy for mercy. His blood was boiling. As long as he found a chance, he would be destined to get it back tenfold and a hundredfold. Come, use your blood to rebuild the dignity of men.
"No..." Han Shuang's eyes were red, and she clenched her fists tightly. No, she didn't want to see this man bow his head for her. If, if there was no child in her belly, she would rather die than let this man bow his head.
Xiao Feng looked at Han Shuang, forced a smile, and then turned his attention to the young man: "You can let her go now,"
"Hahaha, Xiao Feng, I really didn't expect that you would lower your head for a mere woman," the young man laughed wildly, and slowly released the hand holding Han Shuang's neck: "Very good, you are saved now." Your child’s life,”
"Ahem..." Han Shuang covered his neck and coughed, tears falling down. He didn't know whether it was because of pain in his neck or heartache.
Xiao Feng moved his eyes towards the old man and stared at him: "If I guessed correctly, you should be the one behind Xiao Guan,"
"Yes, it's me," the old man nodded: "Xiao Guan died in your hands, right?"
"Yes, no matter what, just come to me and hold a girl hostage. Is this the style of you ancient warriors?" Xiao Feng asked coldly.
"Coming to you, okay, very good," the old man nodded: "Xiao Feng, as long as you can take a slap from me, I will let your woman go."
"really,"
"Seriously, I won't lie to you, a junior," the old man said in a deep voice.
"Okay, let's do it." What Xiao Feng is most worried about now is Han Shuang's safety. As long as she can be fine, Mr. Jing will appear if the situation continues.
"No, don't..." Han Shuang heard Han Chuang say that there was a super ruthless person standing behind Xiao Guan, who was on the same level as Mr. Jing. She had even heard of a strong man like Xiao Guan, Jing Jing. The old man can be defeated with one move, so Xiao Feng has similar fighting power to Xiao Guan. How can he withstand the next move in front of this old man?
Xiao Feng looked at Han Shuang, smiled and shook his head. He had no choice but to give him a slap, not for anything else, but because he was a man, a good man, and he must not let his woman get hurt at all.
"Very good, I admire your courage very much," the old man nodded with satisfaction: "You are worthy of being trained by Jing Moxian,"
"Stop talking nonsense and come on," Xiao Feng didn't know yet. When Xiao Guan was at his peak, he was defeated by Jing Lao with one move. And now that he was injured, what would happen to him.
"God's will, let's go out," the old man said. His feet did not move, but his body moved sideways out of the stone pavilion.
"..." Xiao Feng was shocked, what the hell are you doing, making a ghost movie.
"Okay," the young man nodded and said to Han Shuang: "Go out, if your man can survive one attack, then you will be completely free."
When Han Shuang heard the young man's words, he became even more worried. Is there such a big difference between the two? "Ah Feng, no, please leave quickly,"
"Wait, it will be fine soon," Xiao Feng smiled and took a step forward: "Come on," as he said that, the dark energy in his body surged crazily, and the fourth level of energy could explode at any time.
"I didn't expect that Jing Moxian passed the Six Dragon Power to you," the old man's eyelids twitched, his eyes a little fiery: "Boy, I really can't bear to beat you to death,"
Xiao Feng was silent, his mind running wildly, and traces of dark energy gathered, getting bigger and bigger, even causing his originally closed wounds to gradually open.
The old man walked slowly towards Xiao Feng. When he was only five steps away from him, his body disappeared. While breathing, he had already arrived in front of Xiao Feng and slapped him with a weak palm.
In the eyes of outsiders, the old man's palm didn't use any strength at all, just like a joke, and he probably wouldn't be able to kill a mosquito if he swatted it.
However, Xiao Feng, who was shrouded in the wind of his palm, changed his face drastically. For a moment, he felt as if he was in a tidal wave, surrounded by terrifying waves, and he was just a thin boat, as if he could be swept away by the huge waves at any time. Overturned and swallowed.
"Ah," Xiao Feng didn't even think about it, and punched the old man's palm hard, and the fourth level of energy suddenly burst out.
There was a loud bang, but the old man did not move, but Xiao Feng flew straight out and hit the ground hard. A mouthful of blood spurted out, which was particularly scarlet and dazzling.
What was particularly terrifying was that all the old wounds on Xiao Feng's body burst instantly, blood spurted out, and soon he was dyed like a bloody man.
"Ahem..." Xiao Feng coughed up blood. He felt that a force just passed through his arm, went straight to his chest, and exploded inside. His internal organs were shaken to the point of displacement and bleeding.
The old man looked down at Xiao Feng and shook his head: "You let me down. It's worse than God's will."
"A Feng..." Han Shuang cried, his voice a little hoarse: "Are you okay?"
The young man stopped in front of Han Shuang and looked at Xiao Feng coldly: "You also let me down,"
"Ahem, let go, let her go," Xiao Feng tried his best to raise his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to the young man.
The young man looked at the old man, who nodded slightly. He put down his arm that was blocking Han Shuang: "Go find your man."
Han Shuang quickly rushed towards Xiao Feng, crying and shouting: "A Feng, how are you, don't scare me,"
"Ahem, I'm fine," Xiao Feng shook his head and forced a smile: "Are you fine?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Han Shuang shook his head. She rarely felt so flustered, but now she was really flustered.
"That's good,"
Han Shuang helped Xiao Feng wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "A Feng, let me help you find Nangong Miracle Doctor, okay?"
"No, I haven't finished handling my matters yet," Xiao Feng struggled to stand up and looked at the old man: "What are you doing here today?"
"First, I want to see you, and second, I want to meet Jing Moxian," the old man said, seeming to realize something. He turned his head and looked at one place. Several figures came from far away and approached very quickly.
"A Feng, are you okay?" A black shadow passed by, and Mr. Jing appeared next to Xiao Feng.
"Old guy, you're finally here," Xiao Feng's body softened and he almost fell to the ground again.
"Old Nangong," Old Jing shouted, "Hurry and show Ah Feng,"
Nangong Ji glanced at the old man, frowned, put his finger on Xiao Feng's pulse, and started counting carefully.
"Senior brother, you actually started fighting with a junior," Jing Moxian stared at the old man with a very bad tone.
"I just want to try him," the old man said calmly.
Jing Moxian remained silent and looked at Nangong Jishi: "How is Ah Feng?"
"The shock injured his internal organs, and all the external injuries collapsed. Everything I used on him before was wasted," Nangong Jishi's tone also didn't sound good.
You know, Nangong Ji wanted Xiao Feng to join in the fun at night, but he used an extremely precious ointment. Even he couldn't match this ointment now. It's really hard to find hundreds of millions of dollars, but now, The wound has re-opened, so the ointment applied before is naturally wasted.
"Senior brother, you have gone too far,"
"Have you passed? Do you know how much energy I wasted in cultivating Xiao Guan? It would be better for you to just kill him if you ask him to." The old man snorted coldly.
"Xiao Guan deserves to die,"
"Then Xiao Feng deserves to die, too. Whoever I say deserves to die, then whoever deserves to die,"
"Brother, are you here for a fight? After the new year, on the night of the 15th day of the first lunar month, let Ah Feng fight with him," Mr. Jing said, pointing to God's will.
"Oh, is life or death a matter of fate?"
"That's right, life or death is determined by fate," Mr. Jing nodded: "I think Ah Feng will collect the debt when the time comes, and take it back ten times or a hundred times."
"Hahaha, okay, I'll wait. Jing Moxian, your temper still hasn't changed. I'm just here to take a look today. Then we'll see you again in the next year."
"I won't send it away," Mr. Jing said coldly.
"God's will, let's go," the old man said, turned around and walked outside.
"etc……"
"What's up,"
"You just tried Ah Feng, so I have to try your descendant," said Mr. Jing, before his body turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Tianyi.
‘Bang’, before the old man could react, Jing Lao punched Tianyi in the chest, and the latter flew out directly and hit the frozen lake.
With a 'click' sound, God's will hit the frozen lake hard, and the huge force caused the ice to crack.
‘Poof’, Tianyi covered his chest, a mouthful of blood spurted on the ice, and he couldn’t get up.
"Jing Moxian, you..." the old man was furious, "You are so brave, hurting my person in front of me,"
Jing Moxian succeeded with one blow and did not strike again. Instead, he said calmly: "Brother, don't you remember my temper? I always protect my shortcomings. Don't you know that? If you hurt Ah Feng, then I will Hurt him,"
"Jing Moxian, you will regret it,"
"Really? Brother, let me tell you something. If something happens to Ah Feng before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I will kill him even if I'm at the end of the world." Mr. Jing pointed to God's will: "His fate , hold it in your senior brother’s hand,”
The old man looked gloomy and looked at the sky on the lake: "Let's go,"
"Ahem, yes," Tianyi reluctantly got up, no longer as proud and arrogant as before, his body swayed, followed the old man, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
"old man……"
"Don't talk for now. I'll take you back," Mr. Jing shook his head at Xiao Feng and said to Nangong Jishi, "Go back and treat his injuries."
"Well," Nangong Ji nodded, obviously very satisfied with Mr. Jing's action: "If you don't take action, I will take action too. Those ointments cannot be in vain."
"Han Shuang, right? How are you?" Mr. Jing looked at Han Shuang, whose eyes were red.
Han Shuang shook his head: "Grandpa Jing, I'm fine,"
Nangong Ji remained silent, stretched out a finger, pressed it on Han Shuang's wrist, and finally nodded: "I was just a little frightened, it's not a big problem. Let's go back."
