Reborn Martial Son-in-law

"Are you?" Fang Yang glanced at him.

"I am the manager here. The elder lady has ordered me. Please!" The manager explained with a smile and bent over and made a gesture of invitation.

Fang Yang nodded and walked in with his head high.

The decorated lobby, the valuable calligraphy and painting on the wall, the tall and sweet waitress, all of which show the height of the Kirin palace.

"Mr Fang, please!" The manager pressed the elevator and asked Fang Yang to enter.

Such a scene, make the guests a little surprised, to know, even if the rich people on the Linhai list come, the manager also at most to greet, never so respectful.

When the elevator rose to the fifth floor, a burst of urine rushed, just when someone came in and Fang Yang flashed out.

"You go up first, I'll go to the bathroom." After dropping a sentence, Fang Yang glanced up at the sign on his head and walked to the bathroom.

After the water was put, Fang Yang walked back comfortably.

Just passing a box door, a high-profile shadow out of it, saw Fang Yang immediately after stunned, it was Zhao Qing dance.

"Are you here to celebrate grandpa's birthday?"

Zhao Qing dance asked softly, somehow, saw Fang Yang again, feeling different.

"No, a friend asked me to come here for dinner." Fang Yang shook his head, just passed by and heard the noise in the room. She didn't expect her grandfather to give a birthday party.

Please, friends?

This excuse is also too bad, as we all know, Fang Yang is a housewife and man at home, at most, when buying vegetables, he knows some market friends.

Are those people able to come here to consume?

Thinking of this, Zhao Qingwu was very funny and hesitated to say, "since it comes, go in and give it to Grandpa..."

"In? Jokes! What qualifications does this waste material have to enter! "

Before she finished her words, a wild voice suddenly sounded, interrupting her.

A tall and thin young man came out and looked at Fang Yang with disdain. It was zhaoqingyun, the son of zhaoqingyun, the eldest uncle.

"Oh! Tonight, we are all dignitaries with faces. A backward door and these guests sit at the same table. Do you want to shame our Zhao family? " A woman with heavy makeup came out, disdaining the tunnel.

"Zhao Xiao, how do you speak!"

The more difficult to say, Zhao Qing dance some annoyed, retort: "Fang Yang how to say is my husband, how not qualified!"

"Hum, dance, marry this waste material, you have become abandoned." Zhao Xiao sneered and said, "you haven't heard it before. The two things have been finalized. Grandpa told you to leave him on his own initiative..."

"Enough!"

Zhao Qing dance angry voice interrupted her words, face with frost, bite teeth: "my business can not be your hand and foot, I am not you Zhao Xiao, I Zhao Qing dance this life will only marry once!"

"What do you mean by Zhao Qing dance!" It seems that he was stepped on his feet, Zhao Xiao blew up his hair in a flash.

Shua!

Hearing this, Fang Yang Huoran turned his head, and looked at Zhao Qing dance with a deep meaning, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Old man, dare to beat my wife's idea!"

Next moment, Fang Yang a flash over Zhao hang, heavy kick open door.

"Grass! This stupid man is crazy! " Zhao hang didn't expect Fang Yang's courage to kick the door and go straight in.

Shua Shua!

The movement of kicking the door was a little big. Hundreds of guests inside were suddenly shocked. They turned their heads and looked like some people recognized Fang Yang and laughed at it.

"Sorry, guys, you're having a fight."

Facing many despised eyes, Fang Yang Qi fixed his mind to sweep the banquet hall a glance, quietly said.

"Who is this man? Dare to smash the Zhao family, very arrogant ah. " Someone doesn't know Fang Yang and asks his companion.

"Arrogant, he just added to Zhao's son-in-law, out of the name of waste materials." Someone skimmed disdainfully.

"Waste materials? What did Zhao do to ask him to come to the door? "

"Who knows, maybe he is old confused, or maybe he is a neurotic."

In the speech, all the people looked to Zhao family, and they wanted to see how they taught the crazy son-in-law of waste material.

What is this waste material for!

Such a reckless appearance, obviously not to pay tribute to life.

Listening to the voice of the discussion in their ears, the faces of all Zhao family suddenly pulled down, especially zhaohuaiyuan, the main position, his old face was gloomy like water, obviously not light.

Can say, Fang Yang became a stain of Zhao family, is also the circle of people after tea after dinner.

Even some guests said that Zhao Huaiyuan was old and confused, and did not know what nerve he had, but he recruited such a good waste material as a son-in-law.

All of these reasons are known to zhaohuaiyuan. At the beginning, Fang Yang was the son-in-law. That is because he suffered from strange diseases and got a master's guidance. If he wanted to live, he must recruit a man whose life was gold. The man born in Yang, Yang, was the son-in-law. Fang Yang was the person.But now it seems that the God King of Zhenbei "reborn" to Fangyang's body has his own destiny, because it is Zhiyang Zhigang's skill that Zhenbei Shenwang cultivates.

Now that he has recovered from his strange illness, and Zhao's family is going downhill, he wants to kick Fang Yang and choose another son-in-law for his granddaughter.

In addition to the few people who are close to Zhao's family who are sincere in congratulating their birthday, the rest of them are from the marriage of the two families.

Of course, it's marriage, but in fact it's "selling women for glory", which is just another way of saying it.

If the two families succeed in marriage, they will not dare to act rashly, but if they fail, they will not be polite to the downfall of the Zhao family.

Earlier, Zhao Huaiyuan and Zhou Shaohua had a good talk. It was obvious that the two sides had reached an agreement.

But for now, there seems to be some variables However, this variable is negligible. After all, Fang Yang is just a piece of waste material to eat a soft meal. He has no ability to influence the decisions of the two families.

However, several elderly guests saw Fang Yang looking at each other fearlessly, and felt some doubts.

I'm afraid it's not a waste material son-in-law. I'm afraid it's wrong.

"What are you doing? Apologize to grandpa!"

Zhao Qingwu, who was worried about Fang Yang's accident, quickly followed him in and whispered a reproach. He took Fang Yang to Zhao Huaiyuan and asked him to apologize.

"Well, I can't stand it!"

At this time, Zhao Huaiyuan snorted coldly, which made Zhao Qing dance frozen in place, and was at a loss.

Under Zhao Huaiyuan's head, Zhou Shaohua stares at Fang Yang coldly, with a touch of evil on his face from time to time. He doesn't know what he is thinking.

"If you can't afford it, don't take it."

Disapproved, Fang Yang pulled out a chair and sat down. He picked up a pair of chopsticks and gobbled them up as if nobody else was there.

Good guy, a complete braised turbot, in a blink of an eye, no bones left!

"This..."

All the guests looked at each other. This guy who was born of a hungry ghost definitely came to smash the scene!

For a while, the face of Zhao's family suddenly became very wonderful, and Zhao Qing dance behind him was embarrassed. He stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Yang's clothes to remind him to be restrained.

This time, Zhao Huaiyuan's face was completely black.

"Well, waste is nothing, and there is no breeding. How do you discipline yourself, second Zhao Qingyun snorted coldly and then glanced at Zhao Qingfeng.

"It's unfortunate that such a brain handicap has been recruited into the house." A lady dressed as a lady laughs that she is Zhang Qingyun's wife, Du Yuejuan.

"Call security, get him out of here!"

Han Yuying glared bitterly at Fang Yang and screamed out the door. After today, she is the mother-in-law of a powerful family. She doesn't have to look at the face of the Zhao family any more.

"If you dare to make trouble here, I will let you go out in a horizontal way!"

In the fury, Zhao hang, who was full of anger, strode over, grabbed a chair and smashed it on Fang Yang's back!

Bang!

When the chair touched Fang Yang's shoulder, Zhao hang was shocked, as if hit by an invisible force. He even flew out with the chair, and several tables were smashed to pieces.

"Cough!" After landing, Zhao hang coughed up blood in his mouth.

Coax!

This time, the whole banquet hall thoroughly boils, startles the sound four!

"Do you see? What happened? "

"He's been eating all the time. Why did he fly out?"

"Yes, he didn't even go back. What happened?"

Such a bizarre scene, people are looking at the muddle, back to God, have exclaimed and discussed. During this period, there are several elderly people, but their pupils shrink. In a moment, they guess something, and their faces are startled.

Don't mention them, even the Zhao family is also a face of consternation, glare at Fang Yang, do not know what happened.

"He..."

Zhao Qingwu's beautiful eyes were wide open behind her. She could see clearly that Fang Yang didn't even look back. Zhao hang flew out!

Bang Dang!

During the discussion, Fang Yang put down his bowl and chopsticks, belched contentedly on his face, took out two paper towels to wipe his mouth, and said slowly, "old man, I heard you want to sell my wife?"

Whoa!

As soon as he said this, there was a burst of exclamation in the banquet hall, and all four of them were shocked!

"Wanton!"

Zhao Huaiyuan's face changed dramatically, and Zhao Huaiyuan became angry.

"Hum!"

At the same time, standing behind Zhao Huaiyuan like a sculpture, the old man in Tang costume with half closed eyes suddenly opened his eyes and let out a cold hum, just like the angry eyes of Jin Gang, which made everyone's eardrums buzzing!

Seeing the old man's hand, all the Zhao family quickly got up and retreated.

"Fauber, kill him!" Struggling to stand up, Zhao hang stares at Fang Yang and shouts."Who is this old man?"

All of them were frightened by the fury of Uncle Fu. When they came back to God, they couldn't help asking.

"You don't know him? The black dragon hall two years ago, you know, black dragon, the hall leader at that time, offended Lao Zhao and was beaten and maimed by this old man. "

"What! Is the black dragon disabled by this old man

Hearing this, people are a burst of exclamation, have color change.

At that time, the event of the black dragon hall was in full swing. The leader of the hall, Heilong, was a real "Muay Thai boxing champion". He was notorious in the underground boxing match, but he was beaten into a vegetable overnight. Now he is still lying in the hospital.

Unexpectedly, it's the old man's masterpiece.

It seems that the dark sun will shake their heads.

"Kneel down, kowtow and apologize!"

Fubo stepped forward, staring at Fang Yang and said coldly.

"What's the matter with you today?"

Han Yuying leaned over, glared at Fang Yang and said, "Uncle Fu is very fierce and has a strange temper. You should apologize and make amends as soon as possible, otherwise..."

"What else?" Fang Yang gently waved his hand, glanced at Fubo, shook his head and said, "it's just an old dog on the verge of death. The bones are all brittle. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"The upright son is arrogant!"

Forbes roared, bravely shot and hit!

The fist wind howls, Fang Yang quickly pulls Zhao Qing dance to the back of his back, and claps his right hand at will!

Poof!

In the muffled sound, a strong wind was raging and rolling, and all the tables and chairs on the edge were lifted off. Even the Zhao family standing several meters away were blown back and forth.

Push! Push!

After one blow, fauber stepped back several steps, and his face turned pale, and there was a faint trace of pain.

"You Poof

Fubo just opened his mouth, a mouthful of old blood spewed out, collapsed and fainted, and the faint smell of blood filled in quietly.

Vulnerable!

In such a scene, people stare at Fang Yang with wide eyes and a cool breath.

How could it be?

The most shocking thing is Zhao Huaiyuan. Li Fu, who can punch through the concrete wall and lift a car with one hand, is defeated?

"It's interesting..." Zhou Shaohua frowned.

He was really shocked. When did this well-known waste material become so serious?

"But what if you can do it? Can you hold the sword and gun?"

Zhou Shaohua disdained to snort coldly. He took out the pistol he had prepared early in the morning and aimed at Fang Yang: "Fang Yang, you are too arrogant. If you kneel down and kowtow now, maybe I can spare your life, otherwise..."

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and a slender object roared past, bringing up a piece of red blood.

"Ah

The next moment, the pistol fell to the ground.

Zhou Shaohua covered his ears and cried out with pain. His left ear was dripping with blood.

"Chopsticks!"

Someone pointed to a wall and exclaimed. They turned their heads and looked. A bloody chopstick was quietly inserted on the wall, but it didn't enter more than half of it!

Hiss!

Seeing this, people suddenly feel a chill on their backs, and a common chopstick pierces the wall. How much power does this have? If you hit the head The consequences are not hard to imagine.

Is this the legend of flying flowers and picking leaves?

"Grass!"

Zhou Shaohua covered his bloody ears, staring at Fang Yang with venomous eyes like a poisonous snake, and his teeth clenched.

"Anyone who doesn't accept it can stand up."

Fang Yang glanced at Zhou Shaohua, then glanced at the angry Zhao family. Finally, he looked at Zhao Huaiyuan, who was gloomy and shook his head.

It's not fun to start with a bunch of mortals.

"I have something else to do. You go on."

Thinking of Prince Xin's invitation, Fang Yang dropped a sentence and turned to leave. Zhao Qingwu hesitated for a moment and quickly followed him up.

Fang Yang left for a long time, people gradually come back to God, forehead has been unconsciously covered with cold sweat.

"Cousin, I was beaten in the Qilin palace..."

After treating the wound, Zhou Shaohua, with a gloomy face, dials a telephone and tells in a low voice.