Ling Fei himself does not want to cause trouble, and does not do anything else. He just wants to come and taste ordinary life, feel ordinary life, and achieve transformation into a god. He does not have to waste his time like these little fools.

However, many times, things cannot be as smooth as you imagined.

The reason why stupid mortals are called stupid is that they cannot see clearly what kind of person the opponent in front of them is, so they always wander in making mistakes and wander in their death.

Soon, a group of people appeared on the street, wearing leather jackets, earrings, and red hair on one end was like flames.

They came to the middle of the wonton restaurant and the blacksmith shop and stopped immediately.

Those Shamat, who had been taught a lesson by Ling Fei before, immediately pointed at Ling Fei who was thrusting in the iron and said:

"Brother Huo, it's this guy who not only beat us brothers, but also robbed us of our money."

Brother Huo spat and slowly walked to the blacksmith shop. He watched Ling Fei use Fantian Seal to smash Xuanyuan Holy Sword, his face sarcastically.

"I've heard that a lunatic came to my street and built a sword day and night. It's the era, and now I'm playing with guns. Who's still playing with swords? Idiot!"

Ling Fei glanced at him indifferently.

"If you had been scolding me two months ago, this sword had been inserted into you."

"hehe."

Brother Huo smiled contemptuously.

"Did you hear it? This kid is quite arrogant? He actually wants to kill me? He doesn't even look at what he is."

After saying that, his face re-confronted Ling Fei, his pair of triangular eyes, which were terrifyingly cold, as if he was staring at the poisonous snake of his prey.

"Boy, do you really think that Brother Huo is easy to bully? You don't go out to inquire. When Brother Huo came out to make a fortune, you were still sipping at home! If you dare to beat my brother, I think you don't want to live anymore."

Ling Fei was calm and picked up the Xuanyuan Holy Sword and blew a breath. A sound of killing came from the sword.

"Hiss~! Good thing!"

When Brother Huo heard this sound, he looked at the shape of Xuanyuan's sword and suddenly burst into tears.

‘Is this thing a good antique?’

Thinking of this, his eyes rolled and he said with a grim smile:

"Boy, my brother Huo is a reasoned person. You respect me one foot, I respect you one foot! But if you dare to touch my brother, I dare to kill your whole family. However, it is not easy for you to be young. If I beat you to death, I will waste your parents and give you a waste. In this way, give me the sword in your hand, kowtow to me and apologize to me, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, believe it or not, I will break your legs?"

Qian Xiaoqin immediately trotted from the wonton shop opposite.

"Brother Huo, Brother Huo, don't be angry. What happened just now was a misunderstanding. This is the money of those brothers just now, and the money I paid next month, all of them are here. You can calm down the fire."

Brother Huo looked at Qian Xiaoqin carefully, and two green lights flashed in his eyes.

He smiled wickedly and his eyes were unscrupulous invading Qian Xiaoqin.

"Girl, don't say that Brother Huo is unrighteous. You said that you paid the money early, and nothing will be gone. But you have to do it and hit my brother. Then my brother doesn't need medical expenses? You don't need mental loss fees? You want to send us this little money?"

As soon as Qian Xiaoqin's face turned pale, she knew that this matter was not that easy to solve.

"Brother Huo, this is all a misunderstanding. He didn't know it for a while. Don't worry, we will definitely pay you the medical expenses."

"I don't need to pay it, I'm sorry you can't afford it. So, you treat me tonight and have a drink with my brothers. Even if this matter is over, otherwise we will calculate slowly."

Qian Xiaoqin's face was pale. She was not a fool. As a pretty widow, she was just a piece of fat meat. Many people stared at her and took her ideas. Tonight, it would be fine if she didn't go to the banquet. If she went there, it would be 80% of her last night!

But if she doesn't go, how can she deal with Brother Huo and his group of people?

Just when she was in a dilemma, Ling Fei's voice came from the blacksmith shop behind her again.

"You are not allowed to go tonight."

Brother Huo was waiting for the pretty widow to agree, but unexpectedly, Ling Fei was disturbed, and his face suddenly looked a little ugly.

"Grass! Bad boy, don't be troublesome to me, otherwise, believe me or not, I will kill you? I haven't settled the score with you just now. Do you still dare to talk to me here?"

Ling Fei glanced at him.

"Don't you want this sword? OK, as long as you can handle it, this sword will be yours."

Brother Huo's eyes lit up suddenly.

Ling Fei's sword is a good antique and valuable. He actually offered to take it away, and it would be useless if he didn't take it.

Although the pretty widow is also very good, it is definitely much inferior to the priceless antiques. Moreover, the pretty widow can run away from the monk and cannot run away from the temple. She has more opportunities in the future, so this antique may not be sure.

Thinking of this, he immediately walked into the blacksmith shop with a smile, came to Xuanyuan Shengjian, and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword.

"Okay, this is what you said, "Good, I like people like you, and they don't have to speak hard. Since you have invited me so sincerely, if I don't take it, wouldn't I give you face? Me."

As he said, he immediately frowned before he finished speaking.

"Why is this sword so heavy?"

Ling Fei glanced at him, said nothing, and came to the water dispenser to collect water and drink it.

"This is how this sword is. Only real men can pick it up."

Brother Huo smiled disdainfully.

"A real man, when I chopped people, you didn't know where to drink milk. You are still preaching here. It's so ridiculous. Just like this, I'll pick it up for you in minutes."

Brother Huo’s little brother is particularly enthusiastic.

"Come on, Brother Huo."

"How can a real man like Brother Huo not be able to pick it up? A joke!"

"That's right, if Brother Huo was not a real man, there would be no real man in this world!"

"Brother Huo, pick it up and show it to him and let him see how powerful you are."

Brother Huo smiled proudly between his eyebrows.

"Boy, let me see, your sword is my own."

After saying that, he grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands and lifted it hard, but couldn't help but blush.

The face gradually turned from red to green. His teeth were tightly clenched, his eyes widened, as if all the strength in his body was about to be taken away. After persisting for dozens of seconds, the sword was still not moving.

“Huhu.”

Brother Huo was so tired that he was panting. He bent over and lay on the stove, and couldn't help but complain:
Chapter completed!