Late at night, the friends at the banquet were already drunk and lay all over the floor. Only Yang Feng and Yang Xiaoyi were still holding each other's cups, but the two of them were already dizzy.

It looks hazy.

Five or six servants walked in, looked at each other and immediately stepped forward to pull the two of them away.

"Young Master, it's late at night. I'll help you go back to your room to rest!"

"No, I want to continue drinking with my third brother!"

Waving his hand fiercely, Yang Xiaoyi shouted at Yang Feng who was pulled away.

Yang Feng also smiled silly and shouted: "Second brother, don't run away. Let's have another three hundred altars. Do you dare, hahaha."

"What's there to be afraid of? Come again!"

Yang Xiaoyi was struggling to climb back to Yang Feng, but his legs were no longer in control.

The servants who were supporting him were laughing and crying, and advised: "Young Master, you have drunk this way, so let's take a break quickly. Besides, Mr. Yang also needs to rest. Let's help him to the guest room now!"

"What room to go to? Go to my room, I will have a night chat with my third brother tonight!"

"Yes, I want to fight with my second brother for another 300 rounds and take the wine to my room, hahaha!"

Both of them were drunk and shouting to the sky, never leaving each other.

The servants who were supporting each other gave each other a look and pulled them away with a tough look.

At the beginning, the two were still making awkward moves, twisting their bodies, but not leaving. But soon, the two of them lowered their heads drunk, died of drunkenness, and started to snore.

It will be much easier for those servants to help them away.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Xiaoyi was helped back into his room, snoring and dreaming. Yang Feng was helped to a secluded place in the back mountain, and the cold wind kept swaying.

There, the twelve men with murderous auras were waiting for a long time.

Bang!

With a sudden wave of his hand, the servant threw Yang Feng's drunken body to the ground, and then respectfully hugged the twelve people.

The leader waved his hand and the servant stepped back.

Then, the twelve men looked down at Yang Feng, and saw that at this moment, Yang Feng's butt was sticking up higher than the sky, his cheeks were pressed against the dusty ground, and he was drooling. He often spoke in his dreams and murmured: "Yeah,

Good wine...but this wine is not pure, why do there are impurities inside? Bahhhhh..."

"Brother, just such a drunken ghost, the head of the family actually asked us to act together. Isn't it too much to use?" A man in black smiled and looked at Yang Feng's ghostly character and immediately said contempt.

The leader glared at him fiercely and cursed: "Idiot, the head of the family asked us to act together, not all for dealing with this little bastard, but for preventing the young master from taking action to stop him. The twelve of us have a response. As for this

Boy, who will solve it?"

"Kill such a person is afraid of dirtying my hands!"

"That's right, this kind of unknown junior can be just sent to kill someone. Why do we have to take action in person?"

"Don't ruin my reputation!"

...

Hearing his words, a group of men in black immediately disliked him and rushed to refuse.

Fortunately, Yang Feng is so drunk that he is unconscious. Otherwise, he would be furious when he sees their attitude.

Why, brothers, I'm sorry to take my head, the leader of the Holy Fire Sect.

I haven't said anything about this murderer, but you are arrogant, grandma!

The demon boss seemed to be unable to stand their picky behavior of eating. He immediately became angry and shouted: "Okay, the task assigned by the head of the family is still picking three or four. Don't you want to live anymore? Twelve, you

Come and do it quickly. Others, keep watch around, so that no one will come out to obstruct them.”

oh!

Seeing that this embarrassing errand fell on the twelfth brother's head, everyone immediately cheered and scattered.

Lao Twelve came to Yang Feng with an unhappy look on his face and said hatefully: "I just know how to bully me. Kill such a drunkard who is unconscious, and it will be shameless if it is spread. What's the difference between this and killing a pig?

It’s too inexplicable to do such a thing that has no technical content!”

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

Seeing that he had been mumbling, the boss immediately urged him.

Twelve's face darkened, and a light flashed in his hand. He took out a long sword with a powerful aura and asked, "Boss, the tenth-grade spiritual soldier, can I cut off this kid's head?"

"With your strength, even if this kid is a master of King Wu, it will be almost done with the sixth-grade spiritual weapon. But the tenth-grade one is the tenth-grade one. Do it quickly and you have to go back and report to the head of the family."

oh!

Yue Ran nodded, and Shi Er raised the long sword high without caring about it, then aimed it at Yang Feng's head that was still snoring, and chopped it up hard.

Kara!

However, when a cracking sound was heard, the long sword broke into a slag in the incredible gaze, and Yang Feng's head was still intact.

Even Yang Feng didn't even feel anything, and he was still drooling and whispering, with a smile on his face from time to time, not knowing what good dream he had dreamed of.

"What's going on?"

Hearing the movement here, the demon boss quickly stepped forward to check, but saw that the old Twelve was stunned and was completely stunned.

What a hard head!

His face couldn't help but twitched, and the old Twelve said incredibly: "Brother, I used all my strength to chop down with a tenth-grade spiritual soldier, but I was actually shattered by him. What exactly did his head do?

”

"No, he is so drunk that he is unconscious and has no defense at all. Even a peak master of the third-level Martial King, a tenth-grade spiritual soldier should easily cut off his head. How could it be...

”

The Demon King boss was also confused. The other Demon Kings who came to watch were also confused. Look at me, I look at you, I don’t understand why.

Licking his dry lips, the demon boss tightened his fist and shouted: "Come on the top twelve-grade spirit soldiers, I'll go there in person this time!"

"yes!"

Alas!

A ray of light flashed, and a bright moon meteor hammer the size of a gong appeared in the hands of the demon boss.

The Demon Evil's eyes condensed, and he used all his strength to knock Yang Feng's sleeping head hard, and even used the Heavenly Level Thunder Martial Arts: "Heavy Thunder Hardening, Twelve-grade Advanced Martial Arts, Thunder God

Skyhammer!”

boom!

With an explosion, the entire mountain peak kept swaying. In an instant, the entire back mountain was completely covered by a white sea of ​​thunder. Yang Xiaoyi, who was sleeping in the house, suddenly stood up and said in a daze: "Why do you go back?"

What happened, where did the earthquake happen?"

But soon, he rolled his eyelids again, fell on the bed, and continued to sleep.

Li Zhendong, who was having a meeting in the secret room, felt this surging power, and was so angry that his face twitched and cursed: "What's wrong with these twelve demons? Tell them to be careful and don't let Xiaotian discover it.
Chapter completed!