"Who are you?" Mr. Song's eyelids finally couldn't help but twitch, "I am Song Qingqing from the Song family, and I am also an outer disciple of the Wrath Fist Sect."
"You hit me in the face like this and also killed my fellow juniors and sisters. Do you think you are too disrespectful of my Song family and my Wrath Fist sect?"
Song Wuqing finally lost his composure. Although he was stronger than the two junior brothers and sisters, his strength was limited. He asked himself that he was no match for Wang Fan.
So he took out the Song Family and Wrath Fist Sect at the same time, trying to oppress Wang Fan.
If Wang Fanru was an ancient warrior, then he would have to be wary of the Wrath Fist Sect. If Wang Fanru was living in the secular world, then he would have to be wary of the Song family.
It can be said to be a two-pronged approach.
In fact, Song Qingqing was only an outer disciple of the Wrath Fist Sect, far from being a core member, let alone compared to a talented person like Yan Feizheng and Ye Qiuji.
When he raised the Fury Fist Gate, he was actually pulling the skin of a tiger.
The Wrath Fist sect has a great cause, and they don't care much about the life and death of the outer disciples.
Song family? Wrath Fist Sect?
Hearing these words, the expressions of the dignitaries present changed.
Although they don't know what the Wrath Fist Sect is, the Song family is a big family in the capital!
For the powerful people in Licheng, the Song family is a superior being and cannot be compared with them at all. To put it bluntly, a fart from the Song family could probably drive them out of Licheng.
Although they had never heard of the Wrathful Fist Sect, since Song Wuwu mentioned it, it meant that it must be very important. Otherwise, Song Qingwu would not have mentioned it.
At the same time, they also understood one thing, that is, the aloof Young Master Song was scared. Otherwise, how could he move out of the backstage?
"Song Family? Angry Fist Sect?" Wang Fan smiled, "What, you can't beat me with fists, and now you want to compete with me for the backstage?"
Wang Fan smiled playfully, "The Song family, isn't it amazing? A year ago, a man named Song Shaoxuan offended me and was beaten into a vegetative state by me. There was also a man named Song Shaolong who didn't have the eyes to provoke me and was directly beaten by me.
Killed."
"Why, after they died, you showed up? The third generation of the Song family, is it your turn, Song Qingqing, to carry the flag?"
Wang Fan's tone was calm, but every word was shocking, and the dignitaries present were a little frightened!
Who is this, is it real or fake?
The core of the Song family was slaughtered by Wang Fan, so how could Wang Fan still be alive and well now?
Is it possible that the Song family is afraid of Wang Fan?
Everyone couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts. If what Wang Fan said is true, then he is really terrible.
Song Qingqing also looked ugly. Although he knew these things, he didn't know who did it at all, and he didn't take it to heart.
After he came back from Wrath Fist Sect, he never paid attention to the people who destroyed Song Shaoxuan and killed Song Shaolong.
Wang Fan ignored everyone's expressions and continued to laugh and talk, "As for the Wrath Fist Sect, it's a coincidence. I've heard of it."
He looked at Song Qingqing with a playful look, "You are an outer disciple of the Wrath Fist Sect. You sound very awesome."
"Well, just over half a month ago, a blind man named Yan Feizheng chased me, and I chopped off his head with a knife."
"There was also a man named Ye Qiuji who shouted that he wanted to kill me to avenge the man named Yan, but he was also sent to hell by my punch."
"By the way, they seem to claim that one is the fifth genius of the Wrath Fist Sect, and the other is the eighth genius of the Wrath Fist Sect."
"I would like to ask, how do their fifth and eighth geniuses compare to you, an outer disciple?"
Dead silence!
Song Qingqing’s expression was lifeless!
He is just an outer disciple of the Wrath Fist Sect. How can his status in the Wrath Fist Sect be compared with that of Yan Feizheng and Ye Qiuji?
Even if the difference is not a hundred thousand miles, the difference is probably 87,000 miles.
His whole body was instantly covered with cold sweat, and he slumped down weakly, his face turned ashen.
As for Junior Brother Song Qingqing, whose arm was blown off by Wang Fan but did not fall into unconsciousness, he was stunned for a moment and broke out in cold sweat. There was no trace of hatred in his eyes anymore.
That's Yan Feizheng, that's Ye Qiuji!
They are innately ruthless people at the peak of their abilities!
However, such a genius was slaughtered by Wang Fan, so what qualifications do they, mere outside disciples, have to challenge Wang Fan?
"You, you are the big devil
Wang Fan?" Song Qingqing asked tremblingly, cold sweat broke out uncontrollably on his forehead, and he couldn't wipe it off no matter how hard he wiped it off.
The death of Yan Feizheng Ye Qiuji is no longer a secret in the ancient martial arts world, and everyone knows that it was the big devil Wang Fan who did it.
Not only that, the big devil Wang Fan also wiped out the Ouyan family. At the same time, it was precisely because the big devil Wang Fan wiped out the Ouyan family that the Wen family fell into decline.
Song Qingqing originally thought that Wang Fan simply didn't like the Wen family's assets, or that he didn't dare to stay in Licheng due to pressure from Elder Zhulan.
But he never thought that Wang Fan not only fell in love with the Wen family's assets, but also didn't leave.
"Big Demon Wang Fan? Hey, that's a pretty good title!" Wang Fan smiled, "Thanks to you, it seems that I, Wang Fan, am quite famous!"
Song Wuqing's mouth was sobbed.
Damn, how shameless does this person have to be to accept this nickname without changing his expression?
But he never dared to fart more.
Wang Fan looked at Song Qingwu, "Young Master Song, now, do you want to fight with me on the backstage, or with fists?"
"If you fight for the backstage, I'm sorry, whether it's the Song family or the Wrath Fist Sect, they don't have enough weight here and are no deterrent to me. If you fight for the fists, then stand up and I will accompany you to the end.
."
Song Wuqing lowered his head and said nothing. He no longer knew what to say.
Wang Fan saw that Song Qingqing was silent and continued to speak, "Since you are silent, I think you are cowardly. Then, it will be my turn to settle the score."
Wang Fan glanced at Liu Changhe one by one, Qiu smiled, and Bai Zhantang and the others felt their hearts pounding. They did not dare to look at Wang Fan at all. They all lowered their heads in fear, sweating profusely, and felt like they were sitting on pins and needles.
At this time, how could they not realize that they have lost today?
Even Song Wuqing couldn't scare Wang Fan, and even had fear. What could they use to fight against Wang Fan?
It's true that there are three hundred elites outside, but it would be better if they could kill Wang Fan, but if they can't...
They couldn't imagine the consequences.
Wang Fan's eyes finally fell on Song Wuqing, "If I guess correctly, you were behind the Wen family incident, right? The ones who did it were all of you here."
"Because of you, I have lost nearly 10 billion. You tell me, how should we calculate this matter, and how should you compensate me?"
Ten billion?
Listening to these two words, not to mention Liu Baiqiu smiled and started sobbing at the corners of his mouth, even Song Qingqing felt a little numb.
Damn it, tens of billions, why don’t you go grab it?
That’s so fucking embarrassing to say!
The Wen family's loss is no more than one billion!
"I, I will pay five billion!" Song Qingqing said through gritted teeth, his heart bleeding.
He is unwilling, he is angry, and he is frustrated!
You know, five billion is almost all his assets!
This is the wealth that he has worked hard for several years and with the help of the Song family's tiger skin.
But now, facing Wang Fan, he had no choice.
"Yes, Mr. Song is happy enough! I'll give you two months and five billion to my name, Wang Fan. Otherwise, even if Song Qingqing hides in the Wrath Fist Gate, I will rescue you and kill you. Believe me, say
To do it.”
After Wang Fan finished speaking, he looked at Liu Bai Jiujiang Club again, "What about you? Two billion per family is not too much, right?"
Two billion?
At the Liu Bai Jiujiang meeting, all three parties felt a little heartbroken and it was difficult to make a choice.
If Wang Fan is really given two billion, they will definitely be devastated and completely reduced to a low-ranking family force, and may even be annexed.
Come on, it really hurts the body, hurts the muscles and bones, and is even tantamount to bleeding and cutting the flesh.
No, what if Wang Fan kills them here?
Hula.
Just when Liu Bai's Jiujiang Hui family was hesitating, a group of people suddenly broke in.
Their eyes just glanced at Wang Fan next to the main table.
"You bastard, that's him, that's him!"
"He is the one who deposed Young Master Qiu, kill him!"
"President Qiu, the young master was deposed, and it was him who did it!" Angry voices came from all over the place, and then, the group of people rushed towards Wang Fan crazily.