My 24-year-old President's Wife

Chapter 147 Eight directions, night battle!
Li Huaifeng was full of arrogance, and the seventeen seniors looked at him, as if they saw the prosperity and prosperity of the Zhongkai Road decades ago, and followed the tradition.

They looked at each other, nodded heavily and said: "Stand up, life and death!"

The Wan brothers laughed loudly, ordered their subordinates to fetch pens and paper, and said proudly: "Okay, the duel is over, and Zhong Hai's leader is established, you must not go back on your word!"

The Wan brothers felt that this battle would not only easily take Li Huaifeng's life, but also make everyone willing to write their names on the letter of appointment, and it would be more justifiable to sit on the leader's throne.

Wan Xiong came to Feng Linhuo and the four of them, and asked cautiously: "You have fought against Li Huaifeng before, how strong is he, and is he sure to win?"

"He has some tricks, I may not win him alone!" Lu Yan said, not daring to take it lightly.

"I don't think so, my third brother and I are enough to kill him!" Lu Lin said. When he fought with Li Huaifeng, he only felt that the other party was strong, but it wasn't so scary.

"My four brothers have never teamed up to fight one person. Within ten rounds, let him die!" Lu Xiaofeng said. He is the strongest and the most stable. He has seen Li Huaifeng and Lu Yan fight before. It is expected that the other party will have a limited weight and is confident .

Wan Xiong nodded slightly, he knew that these four people were peerless masters sent by his superiors to help him, a strong man who could stand on his own, let alone four people.

During the conversation, I saw Li Huaifeng write his name on the life and death certificate, turned his head to look here, and said with a sneer: "Squeaky, like a girl, don't you still have the Four Heavenly Kings, send them together, I am not afraid of crowds , I'm afraid it's not lively enough!"

The Four Great Heavenly Kings are also the masters of the Wan Clan Shuangjie's subordinates, Ghost Calling Tian Wu Tian is one of them, and his skills are also amazing, comparable to those of Li Zhenbei's level.

Li Huaifeng's words shocked the seventeen seniors and Jiang's family. Some were worried, and some felt that Li Huaifeng was too arrogant. The four of them were already difficult to deal with. He actually asked for an increase?Young and frivolous!
"Brother Xiong, I want to take his dog's life!" Wu Tian stepped forward and asked for his life. He didn't mind taking a share of the pie and avenged his previous revenge.

Wan Wanzhi said that those who achieve great things don't care about small details, and they didn't hesitate to add the four heavenly kings and write their names on the life and death certificate together.

Hundreds of people gave way one after another, and gave up the large open space around the long table to a few people, which was regarded as a decisive battle arena.

Jiang Manxin's face had already faded. How could he fight against eight masters alone, four of whom were undisputable top masters?
Now she doesn't think about her fate, she knows that it won't be long before this man who makes her heart beat will fall under the knife and go to hell.

Feng Linhuo and the four heavenly kings were in a horizontal position, fighting each other with fists and kicks, and they were not allowed to use weapons. The eight of them looked at each other, and they were all planning how to play each other to death in a while.

"How can there be no wine in such a scene? Bring the wine, Shaoxing daughter Hong!"

Li Huaifeng hurried forward, begging for a drink before starting the fight.

"Serve the wine!" Wan Yue readily agreed, this wine is a farewell wine.

His subordinates brought up a jar of wine, weighing more than 30 kilograms. Li Huaifeng's eyes shone with tiger and wolf light. He grabbed the wine jar, lifted it in the air, fell down from the head, opened his mouth, and drank booze.

With a tear, he tore all the cheap shirts on his body, revealing the criss-crossing scars.

Alcohol was on his head, his body was rosy, his blood flow speeded up in vain, and the scars on his body seemed to come alive, turning into nine twisting giant dragons, writing the true meaning of the blood-drinking nine-striped dragon for the world.

"Good wine! Let's go to war!"

Li Huaifeng poured more than half of a jar of wine, and most of it spilled on the ground. What he drank was only about a catty. He didn't get drunk, but it made his body hot and his blood flow faster. This was related to a big secret of his own.

When everyone saw him staggering, as if he couldn't stand still, they became even more disheartened. Drinking alcohol before the battle made them even seek their own death!
"I'll cut your stinky mouth first!"

Gui Jiaotian took the lead, followed by the other three heavenly kings, and surrounded Brother Feng from all sides.

Attacking with an iron fist, sweeping with flying feet, the four of them cooperated quite tacitly.

Feng Linhuo narrowed his eyes coldly in the distance. They were not in a hurry to make a move. They wanted to find out Li Huaifeng's details thoroughly. Only by killing him with one blow could they show their kingly demeanor.

Li Huaifeng's body shook even more violently, as if he might fall down at any time, he staggered back with his legs, and retreated three meters to avoid the first round of attack by the four.

Wu Tian and the others saw that Li Huaifeng was drunk and drunk, and took advantage of his illness to kill him.

Wu Tian and another heavenly king struck out with two punches, hitting Li Huaifeng's abdomen and head.

Li Huaifeng tilted his body, turned his head quickly to avoid a punch, but Wu Tian's fist hit his lower abdomen accurately.

The corner of Wu Tian's mouth raised a sinister smile, thinking he had succeeded, but as soon as he touched Li Huaifeng's abdomen, he felt like his iron fist was sinking into the sea, hitting something soft.

"The luminous cup of wine and wine, if you want to drink the pipa, please remind me immediately."

Li Huaifeng shook his head, and after a line of poetry fell, half of his body suddenly leaned on Wu Tian's arm.

The opponent's body shook violently and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he found that Li Huaifeng was holding him firmly, and he couldn't break free.

Li Huaifeng's seemingly resolute body was like a hob, climbing up along Wu Tian's arm, punching three times in a row.

He punched Wu Tian in the face, making him completely unrecognizable.

A punch hit his throat, making him choke.

The last punch hit the acupoints in his chest, and with a bang, Wu Tian's body flew upside down like catkins.

Pu Chi spat out a mouthful of blood, although his body was miserable, but the internal injuries in his body could only be seen by experts, and his life was in danger.

"What kind of boxing is he doing? It's completely different from the style he used to fight us before!"

Lu Yan's expression changed suddenly, and he realized that Li Huaifeng seemed to have a hole in his hand.

But his shock couldn't affect Brother Feng's drunkenness. He was already in a state of ecstasy. The more drunk he became, the deeper he became, the more stable he became.

"Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and drink together to form three people!"

Li Huaifeng laughed at a poem, his body was lingering, his legs were lingering, and his waist was even more lingering.

Unknown method was used, his arms suddenly clamped the legs of the other three heavenly kings, and his left hand was placed in the shape of a wine glass, rustling, and tapped three times in a row on the lower abdomen of the three.

The three heavenly kings felt as if they were struck by lightning in their stomachs, and with a puff, each farted, and a strong force hit the anus, as if they were going to defecate in public here.

"Singing songs during the day requires drinking too much, and returning home with youth."

Li Huaifeng laughed loudly, and with a big wave of his hand, cut the necks of the three of them.

Three bodies and three shapes flew upside down like a dog. When it landed, foam was spewing from the mouth, and three clear bloodstains were shocking on the neck, as if cut by a sharp knife, which was miserable beyond words.

In four strokes, the four heavenly kings were all wiped out, no one can stand up, who will fight again?

Brother Feng turned a blind eye, raised the wine jar, took the remaining half of Nurhong, and drank another catty. From the face to the body, and even every pore, exuded the smell of drunkenness.

"Blood-drinking Nine-Pattern Dragon, this is the Blood-Drinking Nine-Pattern Dragon, good, good, good, living up to the title bestowed by Master Jiang Dafo, he is truly a hero!" An old man stood up generously, trembling with excitement.

Jiang Manxin stood nervously by the side, and was also affected by the scene. She had studied Taekwondo and dabbled in martial arts, but she had never seen such a weird style of fighting like Li Huaifeng.

"Is this Drunken Fist?" Jiang Manxin asked.

"How can there be a talk about drunken boxing?" Jiang Zhongguo shook his head and denied it, clenched his fists and analyzed excitedly: "He is not drunk, everyone is drunk and he is awake alone. I can't recognize which school of boxing it is, but it is very powerful!"

The Wan brothers were still tasting the red wine below, and they didn't finish the glass, but found that the four heavenly kings looked like dead dogs, throwing themselves on the ground. They tightened their hands holding the wine glasses, and said to themselves: Don't make any mistakes!

"Pretend to be a ghost, behead him for public display!"

Lu Xiaofeng drank resolutely, and Fenglin Volcano was dispatched in unison, ten meters away, within two breaths, so fast that people had no chance to prepare.

Feng Linhuo's strength is not comparable to that of the four heavenly kings.

The four of them used martial arts moves, which were not comparable to those of ordinary Jianghu.

(End of this chapter)