Super Martial God

"Two months ago, I fled to Canary city. I thought I could escape the pursuit of Rong state here. I didn't expect that the forces of Rong state were so terrible that they were everywhere."

Lingxiu was terrified and said, "I hid here for more than a month and was found by Rong Guo. Now they have pursued me in Canary city."

"The power of Rong state is really terrible."

Li Sichun said cautiously.

"The Rong state worships the wolf nature in its bones, and their sacred animal to protect the country is the wolf saint."

Zhou Du also dared not despise Rong state, nodded and said, "once wanted by Rong state, they will pursue you like a pack of wolves."

Hearing their words, Lingxiu's face looked pale.

"Lingxiu, you don't have to worry. This is Chunjun winery. It's the territory of the wine saint. People in Rong dare not mess here."

Li Sichun comforted.

Lin Mu looked slightly at Li Sichun: "are you sure Chunjun winery can stop the people of Rong country?"

"Chunjun wine is the largest wine brand in the spiritual world. There is also the wine Saint behind it. Rong Guo should not dare to be presumptuous here?"

Li Sichun was confident at first, but when she touched Lin Mu's eyes, she couldn't help hesitating.

"No, you also ignored a situation."

Lin Mu Dao.

Zhou Du was also aware at this time and said, "yes, we ignored that Chunjun winery is likely to be related to Rong state."

Li Sichun's face suddenly changed: "if so, Chunjun winery will not stop the people of Rong state, but may also help them..."

Bang!

Before they finished, the door of their VIP room was kicked open.

Then, a sinister young man with a morbid white face came in surrounded by a group of guards.

He stared at Lingxiu coldly: "Lingxiu, do you think you can escape from my palm by hiding in Chunjun winery?"

"Feng Qingyu."

Lingxiu is angry and frightened.

Feng Qingyu is the prince of Rong who was abolished by her.

Feng Qingyu is the culprit why she has fallen to this point.

"Bitch, now you kneel down first."

Feng Qingyu shouted.

Lingxiu naturally could not kneel down, but stared at him with hatred.

"Quite backbone?"

Feng Qingyu smiled coldly, "come on, hold her down and let her kowtow to me."

"Where's the wild dog? It's barking here."

Before the guards of the Rong state started, a scolding sound sounded.

Feng Qingyu suddenly turns his head and stares at Li Sichun.

"Good, good."

Then, he smiled, "you guys, hinder the work of our military guards. I haven't settled accounts with you yet. How dare you talk here? What kind person is it to be the prince?"

Zhou Du didn't have the patience to talk so much nonsense with him. He frowned and said, "now take your people out immediately. For the sake of Feng qingxun, I can spare you once."

Feng qingxun is the crown prince of Rong state.

His tone is very plain. If he were a rational person here, he would see that Zhou Du is not an ordinary person and would act carefully.

However, Feng Qingyu has long been dazzled by hatred.

At the first sight of seeing Lingxiu, his mind was full of violent thoughts, and there was no reason at all.

Zhou Du's words were like the spark that ignited the powder keg, making his anger explode in an instant.

"Give me a break? For my brother's sake? "

Feng Qingyu seemed to hear a big joke and laughed back and forth.

The guards behind him couldn't help laughing loudly.

After laughing for a while, Feng Qingyu's face suddenly became gloomy, pointed to Zhou Du and said, "you dog, you still treat yourself as a root onion. You can call my eldest brother's name directly..."

Before he finished, Zhou Du's eyes were cold, and he came to Feng Qingyu in a flash.

His speed was so fast that the guards of Feng Qingyu couldn't react at all.

As for Feng Qingyu himself, he is just a boundless friar, and it is impossible to keep up with the speed of last week.

Pop!

The next moment, Zhou Du was rude and slapped him in the face.

Bang long!

Feng Qingyu was slapped in the face by him, flew directly, hit the wall of the VIP room, hit a hole in the wall on the spot and fell into the corridor outside.

"Die."

"How dare you do it to the prince? It's cowardly."

The guards of Feng Qingyu were furious and surrounded Lin Mu and others with a crash.

Outside the crowd, Feng Qingyu got up from the ground.

His face became distorted.

"Break their hands and feet."

Feng Qingyu looked ferocious and pointed around, "start with him!"

The guards did not hesitate.

Hearing Feng Qingyu's order, eight guards rushed to Zhou Du immediately to subdue Zhou Du.

Feng Qingyu is full of confidence.

He is the prince of Rong state. No one can serve as his escort.

There were 36 guards he brought out this time, including eight combined martial arts masters, and the rest were Wujing monks.

But these guards, where is Zhou Du's opponent.

In the blink of an eye, the eight guards flew backwards out at a faster speed than before.

When the other guards saw it, their faces changed. Ignoring the others, they all rushed towards Zhou Du.

In three minutes.

All the guards of the Rong state, including the eight heshujing experts, lay on the ground.

At this time, even the most stupid person knows that Zhou Du is not a simple person.

Feng Qingyu's face showed the color of fear.

A sound of footsteps came from outside.

Then, a group of people from Chunjun winery came to the door of the VIP room.

Among these people, there is an old man with silver hair.

"Steward Yang, you came just in time. These people made trouble in Chunjun winery and hurt me. You should catch them immediately."

Feng Qingyu suddenly brightened his eyes and said in a hurry.

Lin Mu looked at housekeeper Yang.

This man is not weak. He is an emperor.

This Chunjun winery seems to have an extraordinary background.

Manager Yang is naturally not as confused and crazy as Feng Qingyu.

He was afraid, glanced around, and then said to Zhou Du, "I don't know who you are. Why do you make trouble in my Chunjun winery?"

"I make trouble?"

Zhou Du said coldly, "steward Yang, my friend and I went to your Chunjun winery to taste the wine. As a result, Feng Qingyu, the prince of Rong, broke into our VIP room with more than 30 people. Who is making trouble?"

"Hehe, Prince Feng, we have to break our hands and feet. If we hadn't had some strength, I'm afraid we would have suffered."

Li Sichun also laughed mercilessly, "is this the hospitality of your Chunjun winery? If so, I really want to publicize it everywhere. "

Manager Yang's face changed for a while.

In his eyes, sometimes killing machines flickered, sometimes hesitating and afraid.

At present, the best way is to kill Zhou Du and his party.

But he couldn't figure out the origin of Zhou Du's party, and Zhou Du's strength was indeed amazing, which made him afraid to start at will.

In case of failure, the reputation of Chunjun winery will be completely ruined.