Chapter 166: Know scared?

While this light green streamer was immersed in Li Bingbing's body, her eyes were black and her head was a bit off, leaning against Feng Chen's shoulders and passing out.
Feng Chen hugged Li Bingbing, sighed, walked to the bed, put Li Bingbing down from his body, and laid it flat on the bed.
And he glanced around, with a trick in both hands, raised his right hand to the chest position, drew a circle, then pushed it out flat, and finally pressed down gently.
After finishing, Feng Chen nodded with satisfaction. This is a very common method of hiding, which is commonly known as ghost hitting the wall. There is no ten-story repair during the refining period.
Feng Chen also did not sit idle, walked to the door, and came to a room next door with Zhao Feng who was fainted by his slap and Wu Bing who was fainted by his own foot.
Because he wanted to find out exactly what was going on, because he found that one of the two was an ancient martial arts. Although this person was not a high cultivation, but there were only a few schools in the ancient martial arts. Do you think you have not learned enough? How dare you send someone to oppose yourself? Or is there another plan?
Holding one person in one hand, after entering the room, Feng Chen just threw it away like throwing garbage, and threw them to the ground.
Feng Chen walked up to the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and sat on the Taishi chair. He hit a ring with his right hand, and two water pillars fell directly from the sky to Zhao Feng and Wu Bing.
"Kee ....." After the baptism of water column, the two slowly reacted and gradually woke up. As an ancient warrior, Zhao Feng woke up one step earlier than Wu Bing, and his consciousness was slightly blurred.
Zhao Feng gradually began to recover his consciousness, only knowing that before he was unconscious, a dark shadow flashed, and after a few slaps, he knew nothing.
I woke up now and found that I was lying on the ground, and my whole body was wet.
There was still a young man sitting in front of him, but how could this man be so familiar, but he would not remember who this man was for a while and a half, but what happened? I'm not .........? Is it him?
"Brother Zhao, this ...!" Wu Bing was startled, climbing tremblingly from the ground. Although he didn't know what happened before the coma, he had a bad feeling, and This feeling made him a little scared.
I would like to ask, as long as they are mixed on Jingcheng Road, which one does not know Fengyue Bar and which one does not know Wu Bing, dare to make trouble at Fengyue Bar. Is it simple? Isn't he afraid of the consequences?
"Who are you?" Wu Bing asked with a grimace on Feng Chen, and then he took out the intercom. "Bald man, bring your people to Lao Tzu, by the way!"
In particular, Feng Chen raised his hand to cast his own king's momentum, which is the aura of the superior himself, as well as the attitude that Taishan collapses in front of him and does not change his face.
In the face of Feng Chen, Wu Bing is just like facing an enemy. He believes in his consciousness, especially in the face of Feng Chen, he has to be cautious, he has to be careful, he always believes in the phrase "Be careful to sail a thousand years!"
There was no answer from his staff in the intercom. What he didn't know was that his staff had already been solved by Feng Chen, and where would he answer him. At this moment, his heart was a little panicked and his brows frowned.
Zhao Feng stood aside and didn't speak, his face was cold-eyed, because he felt several times, but he didn't notice the practice of Feng Chen's body.
When Zhao Feng determined that Feng Chen was not an ancient martial artist, that is to say, this person did not pose any threat to himself, just an ordinary person.
"Hum, pretend to be in front of Laozi, grass!" Zhao Feng snorted coldly and cursed towards Feng Chen, because for Zhao Feng, Feng Chen was already dead in his heart.
Zhao Feng narrowed his eyes. In his opinion, it is very likely that this person stunned himself while he was not paying attention.
Feng Chen sneered, stood up from the Taishi chair, suddenly stepped forward, and came to Zhao Feng in the blink of an eye. After slapping two slaps, he lifted his feet and stunned against Zhao Feng's chest.
Feng Chen's speed was so fast that neither of them reacted, including Zhao Feng himself, Feng Chen's foot had been put on Zhao Feng's chest.
Zhao Feng was kicked directly by Feng Chen's kick, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground. The blood on his face showed a tendency to swell.
Feng Chen didn't drop his heavy hand, it just made Zhao Feng suffer some skin trauma.
"Say, why do you want to do this?" Feng Chen ignored the Feng Feng who had just been taught by himself, and sat back in the Taishi chair again. Erlang's legs were tilted, he took a tea cup, took a sip, and asked Wu Bing. Road.
Looking at Feng Chen's increasingly cold eyes, even Wu Bing mixed with the road raised a hint of timidity and surrender.
"Paraly, find death! Which onion are you? Dare to oppose me?" Feng Feng was attacked twice in succession, and Zhao Feng attributed it all to Feng Chen's sneak attack. I thought of Feng Chen's attack on himself. Shame, if it is passed on, what kind of face do you have at all.
Zhao Feng felt so angry in his heart that he couldn't hold back anymore. He fisted directly into Feng Chen with his fists in both hands. He had to teach this person some lessons and then send him back to the west.
"Look for my own way!" Feng Chen snorted coldly, then glanced at Zhao Feng lightly.
"Oh!"
The tea cup in Feng Chen's hand came out, and shot out.
"Crapping!" There was a crisp sound, the sound of a broken tea cup sounding, and the sound of broken bones was also mixed in it.
The tea cup hit Zhao Feng's chest again, and he moaned. He covered his chest, took a few steps back, and then fell down.
Feng Chen walked slowly, stood in front of Zhao Feng, cold face, raised his foot down, a sound of bone breaking that made the scalp tingling sounded, Feng Chen actually stepped on one leg of Zhao Feng Crush.
"Ah ....." Zhao Feng, screamed by Feng Chen's broken leg bones, screamed loudly, and the sound was soaked. No matter how much Zhao Feng called, no one heard it.
"I'm from Chaotianmen in the ancient martial arts world. How dare you do it to me ... believe it or not, I'll kill your whole family!" He is now still threatening to be dumbfounded.
"I'm afraid? It's late!" Feng Chen raised an eyebrow, raised his feet and stepped on Zhao Feng's other leg again, and then the sound of a broken bone sounded again.
Wu Bing in the distance swallowed the swallow, the sweat on his forehead kept falling down, and his heart could not raise a trace of resistance to the dust. Can the ancient martial arts be solved? Who kills us and who knows it?
He felt that Feng Chen shot so viciously, all he had to do now was how to save his life.