infinite power system

Chapter 145 I Cut the Fat Meat into Twelve Taels

One hundred Yulong camps rode on horseback, followed by two carriages.

No one dared to stop him, and the corpse with Scarface was dripping with blood. This is a lesson of death.

In Ningyi City, a wealthy young man was lying on a chair covered with sable fur, stroking his round belly with one hand, and playing with his charming concubine with the other.

He was playing tricks on the concubine, laughing wantonly amidst the concubine's coquettish voice, having a great time.

However, the smile on his face froze after a servant entered the room.

"Tang Feng, son of the desolate world?"

Qin Lingdao grinned grimly, and crushed the concubine's head in his bosom with his fat palm.

"I don't care who you are, since I'm here, King Guangwu, you have to coil up for me if it's a dragon, and you have to lie down for me if it's a tiger."

He casually threw the maid's body aside, stuck out his tongue and licked off the blood stains on his hands, with a look of great enjoyment.

"The little lady from the brothel is also here, which is good news."

Qin Lingdao glanced at the raised crotch, smiled evilly, called a maid, and tore off his clothes on the spot.

……

With Tang Feng's knife and sword that first entered the territory of King Guangwu, there will be no obstacles in the future journey, but Tang Feng and others know that this is the calm before the storm.

After entering Ningyi City, after setting up a salute at an inn, Tang Feng took Ning Xiaomei and the sloppy old man to a very famous theater in the city.

On the stage, there is a slanting screen half-reclining, with long light and shadows, heavy colors and vermilion lacquer, and mottled paintings, but the performance is a farce of luxury and gold.

"The coloratura is mellow, the tune is old, and the clothes are fragrant and the shadows on the temples can't hide the sigh. This song is really well sung."

Ning Xiaomei's emotions were infected, her eyebrows and eyes drooped.

The slovenly old man was unmoved, but kept stuffing food into his mouth. For a person like him who has gone through the world of mortals early, his own playbook is much more exciting than the one staged on this stage.

Tang Feng ate a piece of pastry, remained silent, and just quietly pressed the hilt of the pawn crossing the river.

At the same time, a gentleman in Chinese clothes shook the person in the seat next to Tang Feng grandiosely with one step, and then sat down heavily.

"Girl likes this play?"

Qin Lingdao approached Ning Xiaomei with a fat face and asked with a smile.

Ning Xiaomei's face turned cold, and she replied indifferently: "I liked it at first, but now I don't like it."

Qin Lingdao nodded and said, "Since the girl doesn't like it anymore, then this play has no meaning anymore."

As he spoke, he raised his fat palm, and a huge bare palm pressed against the stage.

"The existence of everything in the world is reasonable."

Tang Feng put down the wine glass in his hand, a drop of wine splashed out, and suddenly a sharp sword light burst out, slashing towards the light palm.

"I said his existence is meaningless, so naturally it is meaningless."

Qin Lingdao snorted coldly, and the bare palm involuntarily solidified a bit, exuding terrifying fluctuations of the ninth rank of the soul realm.

Tang Feng was neither happy nor worried, he blew out in one breath, the light was blazing, like a heavenly knife, with the potential to cut off the sky.

boom.

There was a muffled sound, and all the objects on the stage were intact, only the scattered light palms turned into a rain of light, which was quite gorgeous and beautiful.

After Qin Ling lost a move, his face suddenly became ugly and grim, and he said:

"This young master wants to come to Ningyi City to be a dragon crossing the river?"

As he spoke, an old man in gray clothes stepped out from the shadow behind him, with a haggard face and a stumped spear on his back that was particularly eye-catching.

Broken Spear in Northern Xinjiang, Jiangbai Mountain.

Tang Feng glanced calmly at Jiang Baishan, who was known as the number one spear master in the northern part of Yunqin, his cultivation had already surpassed the source realm, and he was Qin Lingdao's biggest trump card.

He flicked the bronze wine bottle, and said with a smile: "Crossing a dragon across the river is kind of boring, why don't you be that romantic Jiang Hu who has a dragon and kills it?"

The flesh on Qin Lingdao's face trembled, and he said in a cold voice, "How can Jiaolong be so easy to kill, I'm afraid that if you don't succeed in slaying the dragon, you will pay yourself for it instead."

Tang Feng smiled plainly, and said, "Whether the compensation goes in or not, that's my own business."

"Then I'd like to see, son, how you killed the dragon."

Qin Lingdao chuckled and knocked down the wine glass on the table pretending to be casual.

bang.

The bronze wine bottle rolled far away on the ground, and the aroma of wine filled the storage space.

However, there was no other sound, and the smile on Qin Lingdao's face froze.

He brought [-] elite soldiers here, why didn't he fart after hearing his signal?
"The young master is waiting for someone?"

Tang Feng looked at Qin Lingdao with great interest, the elite soldiers of the Guangwu Land, compared with the Great Wilderness, are really not as good as shit.

So what if one hundred is against eight hundred?It can also be cut down without much effort.

"Do you dare to use your sword against me?"

Qin Lingdao was furious, and he no longer pretended to be ignorant of Tang Feng, his eyes burst into flames.

Tang Feng smiled and asked back, "Why not?"

He just asked Gong Wenqing to form an array to suppress him, but he didn't actually slaughter the [-] soldiers, so what could King Guangwu do to him.

Even if he really kills the self-proclaimed elite team, what can King Guangwu do?

It doesn't make sense, this is riding in the wilderness!
"Good, good, good!"

Qin Lingdao's three good words were almost squeezed out between his teeth, and his face was ferocious and terrifying.

It's not that he didn't think that the [-] soldiers were no match for the Yulongying, but he didn't expect that the Yulongying would be so rampant that they would directly turn against customers.

"Jiang Baishan, what are you still doing?"

He turned around and stared at the Broken Spear of Beijiang without any respect at all.

The gray-faced old man frowned, but still turned his head and stared at Tang Feng.

"I didn't expect that the old man would do such unscrupulous things as killing a genius."

There was a look of struggle in Jiang Baishan's eyes, but there was nothing he could do under the eaves.

He closed his eyes, and a phantom of a broken spear appeared in the palm of his right hand, piercing through Tang Feng's head suddenly.

However, in the next second, a breath that made his heart palpitate suddenly rose.

He is almost the strongest under Gun Fairy, Sword God and others, but the suppressive power of this aura made him wonder if it was people of this level who came to Ningyi City?

"Jiang Baishan, I didn't expect that after so many years, he would have the reputation of being a broken spear in northern Xinjiang."

The sloppy old man ate a handful of nuts regardless of his manners, and sneered.

"You are……"

Jiang Baishan had noticed the sloppy old man a long time ago, but he never recognized the old man's identity, let alone thought that the old man's cultivation base would be so strong.

The slovenly old man glanced at Jiang Baishan and said with a smile, "Since you can't recognize him anymore, there's no need to know."

"Jiang Baishan, what are you doing?"

Qin Ling said coldly, he didn't know that Jiang Baishan was under great pressure.

"What qualifications do you have to intervene in the conversation between seniors?"

Tang Feng drank coldly, and the pawn crossing the river handed out his sword.

Why is the sword out?

Cut twelve taels just for the fat!
(End of this chapter)