"Okay, let's have a meal!"

Then, after Yang Feng and Yan Pianqian agreed everything, they waved their hand and greeted everyone to have dinner.

Yan Pianqian was about to sit down, Yang Feng immediately looked dark and shouted: "Guardian Yan, what do you want to do?

Do you think it’s appropriate to sit down together when the host is having a meal?

Do I let you sit down as a master?”

"But didn't you just say you asked me to come for dinner?

Why…” “You were a guest just now. As the host, I invited you to dinner. It is natural that I am the landlord’s friendship.

But now you are a guard, and you have to abide by the rules of our Huo family. How can you be so big or small and ignorant of your superiority or inferiority?"

"Uh...this is it, will it start now?

If I had known this, I would have been able to get started after the meal. Who would have thought that the identity gap would have become so big at once?

Tsk tsk!"

Yan Pianqian shook his head with a wry smile, but was happy again. He waved the sword in his hand twice and said, "Boss, since I am now the guard of your Huo family, please give me some advice and give me some advice and let me see how far I am from the peak of martial arts."

OK! He nodded slightly, and Yang Feng immediately slapped casually... Touched! He slapped the mosquitoes from the air, and Yan Pianqian's eyes rolled and fainted again.

Hu Yan Lieyang shook his head helplessly and looked at Yang Feng. Yang Feng said lightly: "Hu Yan, find someone to carry him back to rest. From now on, you two will be me, Hu Han and Ha.

With his identity as a nobleman in the Holy Mountain, it will be easier to do things in the future."

"Boss, can we do this trick Brother Yan?"

"Where did I mess with him?

It was him who wanted to appreciate the peak of martial arts, so I would like to give him a chance.

Besides, if I pass on your Sacred Heart Art, will you gain something if you don’t practice it?"

"This is right. I'll pass on this technique to him, right?"

"Yes, but he may not be able to learn it."

Shrugging gently, Yang Feng smiled evilly, Hu Yan Lieyang was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because the Sacred Heart Art is a saint's exercise, it is required that practitioners get rid of their obsessions before they can become extraordinary and saints! He is dedicated to martial arts, and his obsessions are too heavy, so it is difficult for him to practice calmly and reach the state of clear mirror and silence."

Before Yang Feng could answer, Jin Ling explained boredly.

Yang Feng chuckled: "I heard it, my wife is the reason.

The word "holy" is not so easy to achieve.

Other practices allow you to absorb external energy and enhance yourself.

This Holy Heart Art requires practitioners to let go of everything and let go of themselves.

It is precisely because one's body is empty that one can absorb more, harmonize yin and yang, refine seven spiritual beasts, and reach the realm of a saint.

You have achieved success with this Sacred Heart Art because you are not pursuing fame and fortune. I believe that you will be able to refine the fourth spirit beast soon."

"Thank you, the boss for your advice!"

Hu Yanlieyang was delighted on his face, but Yang Feng pointed to Jin Ling next to him and gave a wink.

Hu Yan Lieyang immediately understood and said gratefully: "Thank you for your advice from the second wife!"

Bang! The eyes went dark, and Hu Yan Lieyang fell to the ground like Yan Pianqian.

Yang Feng shook his head with a chuckle, looked at Jin Ling who was taking back his jade hand and said, "It's a good fight, what's the second wife? It's obviously the eldest wife, right?

Xiaolan and the others are separated from each other. Although they are of the same body, you are my wife and grandma-level. How can you be behind Xiaolan?

This is Hun, I don’t understand the situation, I’m talking nonsense, I should fight, hehe.”

"Who is your wife, you hooligan!"

He glanced at him, Jin Ling ignored him, and Yang Feng didn't mind.

Anyway, he has a long time to cultivate feelings with Jin Ling.

"boss!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and a guard ran in panic and said breathlessly: "The people from the provincial governor's office surrounded our auction house again!"

"Why are they surrounding our auction house again?

Want to fight, do you?"

"No, they said they wanted to come in and search, and they were ordered by the Holy Mountain and anti-feudal superstition.

Everything about religious beliefs must be confiscated and swept away!"

"What kind of feudal superstition is anti-violent? Why would he say that he would directly fight against gangs and evil? Didn't he just think that our auction house is rich and threaten his status, and wanted to kill us and steal our property?

I'm so mad!"

He grinned with a smile, and a cold light flashed in Yang Feng's eyes: "I beat the local tyrants and divide the land, and I'm on my head."

He thought he was the only one who had a gun, but I don’t have one here?

Come on, tell the entourage that they have prepared the things they have done. Let’s go out to fight together. Maybe today will change the day and completely overthrow the governor of the state. Cut it!”

Yes! When his eyes lit up, the guard turned around and left with excitement, but he was stopped by a whisper without taking two steps: "Wait a minute, don't be reckless!"

"Old monk, are you here?"

The person who came was not someone else, but the Buddha who went to Yunyang City to negotiate with Yang Feng.

At this moment, the face of the unmoved Buddha was filled with sadness, and he came to Yang Feng slowly and respectfully said, "Amitabha, Boss Huo, I hope you don't be impulsive, boss.

This conflict was not only the momentum that Wuzhou Mu family could create, but behind him was supported by Shengshan.

Anti-feudal superstition, the general trend, the Wu family wants to use this excuse to get rid of our Jinyao auction house, boss, you must not be fooled."

"What, are you afraid I can't beat him?"

"No, I am not afraid of him, but the storm builder of this movement, the Holy Mountain!"

He took a deep breath, and the Buddha's eyes were filled with sadness: "The policy of the Holy Mountain is now being implemented throughout the continent. If he resists, he will be wiped out by the local provincial governors and masters from the Holy Mountain. Many of the senior brothers of the monks have encountered an unexpected accident.

Boss, although you are born brave, if you invite the Holy Mountain Army to wipe out it, you may be a mantis armed mantis armed and will be difficult to compete with.

Fortunately, only I am a monk who believes in Buddhism in the entire auction. As long as I am a monk leaves, they will lose this reason and the auction house can be kept."

"Old monk, do you want to sacrifice yourself and keep this auction house?"

"I have been worshipping me for so many years. I am grateful. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?

Since the disaster has come, how can I implicate my brothers here again?"

"Since you are brothers, how can you let you go to hell?"

Papa! He patted his shoulder gently, and Yang Feng said solemnly: "You are willing to protect the auction house with your life, and the auction house has the obligation to protect each of you.

You are a Buddhist and have never done anything that harms the world. Why should you be killed at will?

As your boss, I have the obligation to protect you to the end at this time!”

The boss... felt a heat in his heart, and the Buddha's lips moved slightly, unable to speak.

“We have, too!”

At this time, loud shouts were issued.

The Buddha's body stiffened and turned around to look. At this moment, Old Man Yun Ji and the others were standing behind him, with determination in their eyes.

Yang Feng chuckled and looked at them, shouting: "Come here, bring the water.
Chapter completed!