Song Chengfeng didn't expect Feng Jianguo to make a move so quickly, although he had already vaguely felt that there would be a bit of a Hongmen banquet today, but now it seems to be true.

"My father has stopped practicing martial arts for thirty years, and I hope you don't trouble him anymore. Song Chengfeng heard that his father Song Bingyi traveled south and north when he was young, did a lot of chivalrous and righteous things, and offended many people, and later in order to protect their mother and son, he went incognito and no longer appeared on the rivers and lakes.

"Thirty years, what about thirty years?" the bald third also stood up and said viciously, "When Song Bingyi killed my father thirty years ago, did you also think about not letting people trouble him in the future!".

"My dad killed all the treacherous and vicious people, never killed innocent people indiscriminately, Ling Zun died under his hands, it seems that he is also a person who has done all the bad things, and he died as he deserved. Song Chengfeng stood up and kicked the stool away, and the mahogany chair suddenly flew out more than ten meters away, hit the wall, and fell apart with a "snap".

"Hmph, Song Chengfeng, you are dying, you dare to be so arrogant, and your father is really carved out of the same mold!" The bald head was furious, "Give it to me!" He waved his hand, and dozens of red-clothed bodyguards rushed up behind him.

Song Chengfeng opened the stance, and hit the oncoming person in the stomach with a heavy punch, sending the person flying ten meters away with one punch.

Unexpectedly, after the man flew out, he was immediately caught by the human net composed of other people, and then jumped with both feet, and flew ten meters high at once (the ceiling of the hall was twenty meters high from the ground), and then took out something from his waist, shook it hard, and suddenly, dozens of short red sickles were scattered like raindrops towards Song Chengfeng.

Isn't this the hidden weapon that is pierced on the cat's body? Song Chengfeng remembered at a glance that the cat next to the dormitory this afternoon had this kind of hidden weapon on his body!

Song Chengfeng grabbed the half of the table that was broken in two, and threw it into the air, and the dozens of knives were all pierced on the table, and with a "bang", the huge wooden table was blown to pieces in an instant.

At this time, the person who had just thrown the knife in the air had a rotating body and flew towards him from the air, and when he was less than two meters away, the man suddenly pulled out two big red scythes from his waist and wiped them towards Song Chengfeng's neck.

Wocao, Song Chengfeng saw that the knife was so fast, he couldn't dodge, so he had to attack and defend, he stood still, poured his hand into the bridge, and smashed his arm on the man's face, and immediately beat the man to the point that blood spurted from his mouth and nose and flew out.

"Song Bingyi's son, it's really powerful with fists and feet," at this time, the bald head Sanyi smoked a cigar and said while looking at him, "However, no matter how powerful the fists and feet are, hehe, it is still far from enough." "

"Don't talk nonsense, what exactly do you want?" Song Chengfeng slowly wiped the blood from his fist and asked him.

"You don't have to know what Lao Tzu wants, but now, Lao Tzu wants you to be arrested. The bald head replied.

"Xiao Song, your kung fu is good, but what if fifty people, five hundred people, beat you together?" Feng Jianguo said while drinking foreign wine.

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