"Mr. Wu, what's wrong with your waist?"

Zhao Xin and Feng Wenyuan were talking quietly in the living room. After Wu Zhuang was helped down to the living room by Ximen Jiao, the two looked up.

When Zhao Xin saw Wu Zhuang's waist injury, he frowned slightly and asked softly.

Feng Wenyuan's eyes were not on Wu Zhuang, but on Ximen Jiao.

This figure, this face, and this skin are much better than the proprietress of the shampoo room.

When Feng Wenyuan looked at Ximen Jiao, Ximen Jiao happened to be eye-to-eye with Feng Wenyuan.

Ximenjiao had seen Feng Wenyuan's eyes too many times. A charming smile appeared on her face, she straightened her head and winked at Feng Wenyuan.

Seeing Ximen Jiao blinking, Feng Wenyuan had a strange smile on his face, raised his eyebrows at Ximen Jiao, and thought to himself at the same time.

"These girls are so sexy."

Feng Wenyuan and Ximen flirted with each other and flirted with each other, but Wu Zhuang didn't pay attention.

Zhao Xin noticed it, but he just pretended that he didn't see anything.

Zhao Xin wouldn't say anything about this. If he ruined Feng Wenyuan's good deeds, Zhao Xin would definitely be the unlucky one in the end.

Compared with Feng Wenyuan, Wu Zhuang was nothing in Zhao Xin's eyes.

If anyone asks Zhao Xin, aren't he and Wu Zhuang friends?

Zhao Xin would only sneer in response and tell the other party: "Is he worthy of being strong?"

"Brother Zhao, don't mention it. My brother was beaten yesterday and lost his master."

Wu Zhuang didn't know what Zhao Xin was thinking, but he called him brother and sister as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Oh, Mr. Wu, let me tell you who dared to cause trouble for you."

"This is my Uncle Feng Master. As long as my Uncle Feng is here, no matter who troubles you, we can help you get it back."

Zhao Xin introduced Feng Wenyuan to Wu Zhuang.

Wu Zhuang had seen Zhao Xin's skills before. When he heard that Feng Wenyuan was his uncle, Wu Zhuang became even more excited.

With Feng Wenyuan and Zhao Xin here, was he afraid that he wouldn't be able to let Ji Yang kneel in front of him?

Not only asking Ji Yang to kneel down, he also wanted several of Ji Yang's women to kneel down and lick him. Thinking of this, Wu Zhuang's face turned red with excitement.

When he was excited, he told what he had encountered in the exhibition hall.

When he talked about Ji Yang, Zhao Xin's expression changed, and even Feng Wenyuan, who was flirting with Ximen Jiaomei, had his eyes fixed.

"You said it was Ji Yang who caused you to be like this?"

When Zhao Xin talked about Ji Yang, his ferocious expression looked like he wanted to eat Ji Yang alive.

Last time, his hand was seriously injured by Ji Yang. Although he was treated by Feng Wenyuan, the effect of the treatment was not as good as expected.

Now he still has obvious burn scars on his hands, and his hand flexibility has been greatly reduced.

For an ancient warrior, if his hands are not flexible enough, it is no different than being useless.

"Well, it's Ji Yang."

Zhao Xin's shout startled Wu Zhuang.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wu, I will help you get this face back."

Feng Wenyuan stretched out his hand to hold Zhao Xin's shoulders, letting him calm down first, and said softly at the same time.

Hearing Feng Wenyuan's words, Wu Zhuang smiled and nodded.

"Then there is Uncle Lao Feng. I want Ji Yang to kneel in front of me and beg for mercy. I will definitely thank you very much if it happens."

Hearing the word "Thank you", Feng Wenyuan glanced at Ximen Jiao, and a lustful smile appeared on his face.

If you thank me heavily afterwards, this will be regarded as a deposit.

"Ji Yang, I will kill you in a moment."

Looking down at the burn scars on his hands, Zhao Xin shouted coldly.

Murder is a crime, Wu Zhuang just wanted to teach Ji Yang a lesson, he did not want Ji Yang's life.

Upon hearing that Zhao Xin wanted to kill Ji Yang, Wu Zhuang hurriedly spoke.

"Brother Zhao, just cripple him. It won't kill him."

Wounding and killing are two different things. The most Wu Zhuang dares to do is maim someone, but he may not be able to get away with it if he kills someone.

Wu Zhuang thought Zhao Xin was so angry because of him.

"The wind is quite strong today, so be careful not to flash your tongue when you talk nonsense."

"You want to kill me, you want to destroy me, can you do that?"

After Wu Zhuang finished speaking, a discordant voice suddenly sounded, and then he saw Ji Yang walking in from outside the villa.

Ji Yang didn't hear the previous conversation, but he heard clearly that Zhao Xin wanted to kill him and Wu Da wanted to destroy him.

As soon as Ji Yang appeared, except for Feng Wenyuan, who didn't recognize Ji Yang, everyone else's expressions changed.

They were discussing how to deal with Ji Yang, when Ji Yang came to the door himself.

"Ji Yang, why did you show up at my villa?"

Wu Zhuang was startled by the sudden appearance of Ji Yang. Even though he seemed to be quite normal when he talked about Ji Yang just now.

In fact, Ji Yang had already cast a shadow on his psychology. As soon as he saw Ji Yang appear, in addition to being shocked, there was obviously a bit of fear in his eyes.

Ji Yang gave Wu Zhuang a disdainful sneer, then turned to look at Zhao Xin and Feng Wenyuan.

Zhao Xin is in the early stage of Huang level, and Ji Yang already knows this from playing against him before.

What he was mainly observing at this time was Feng Wenyuan. When he felt Feng Wenyuan's cultivation level, the sneer on his face became even thicker.

"It's exactly what Xiao Longnu said, he's really good at it."

When Ji Yang was looking at Feng Wenyuan, Feng Wenyuan was also looking at Ji Yang.

The more he looked at Ji Yang, the more strange Feng Wenyuan's expression became.

"Uncle Feng Master, he is Ji Yang, we must not let him go today."

"Master Feng, what's wrong with you?"

Although Zhao Xin wanted to kill Ji Yang immediately, he knew that he was defeated by Ji Yang.

After seeing Ji Yang appear, he was not stupid and rushed forward to fight Ji Yang.

His support was Feng Wenyuan beside him, but when he talked to Feng Wenyuan, he found that something was wrong with Feng Wenyuan's expression.

"You said he is an ancient warrior, why can't I feel any aura of an ancient warrior on him?"

Feng Wenyuan frowned and looked at Zhao Xin with doubtful eyes.

Ancient warriors cannot feel the aura of ancient warriors in other people. There are usually only two possibilities.

One is that the opponent is not an ancient warrior at all, and the other is that the opponent's cultivation is stronger than his own, and more than one level stronger.

Zhao Xin has fought against Ji Yang, and he can be sure that Ji Yang is not an ordinary person.

Now Feng Wenyuan couldn't feel the aura of the ancient warrior on Ji Yang's body, which surprised Zhao Xin.

"Is it possible that his cultivation level is stronger than Master Feng's, but how is this possible? It's absolutely impossible."

Feng Wenyuan was at the late Xuan level, and Zhao Xin did not believe that Ji Yang was stronger than Feng Wenyuan.

"Uncle Feng Master, you see my hand was burned by him. He must be an ancient warrior."

"You can't feel the aura of the ancient warrior on his body. Could it be that he has some treasure that hides his aura?"

"Well, this is possible. It is a treasure that hides the aura of an ancient warrior. This is a good thing."

Zhao Xin does not believe that Ji Yang has a stronger cultivation level than Feng Wenyuan, and Feng Wenyuan himself does not believe it either.

The cultivation of ancient warriors is a very difficult process. Talent and hard work are necessary conditions, and opportunities are also very important.

Being able to hide the aura of an ancient warrior, when fighting with others, the opponent will not know his true or false status.
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