The Dragon from Hell

"What is that..."

Lin Huaiqiu was still furious and didn't see clearly what Qin Feng threw at him.

But when he looked at it clearly, his body was even faster than his head, and he knelt down with a "thump"!

This, this is...

"Panlong Order!"

The order was in his hand, and the heavy weight was like a big stone hitting him.

The chill spread from the soles of his feet upwards, and his heart seemed to stop beating for half a beat.

As an old man in Panlong Hall, he could tell the authenticity of the order at a glance.

It is impossible and impossible for anyone to forge this order!

He widened his eyes, and his pupils were shaking wildly when he looked at Qin Feng.

"You, you are..."

Qin Feng was very calm, with no waves on his face: "I am the apprentice of the old dragon master."

As soon as these words came out, it seemed as if the air in the room was instantly sucked dry.

Even a calm old man like Zeng couldn't help but look shocked: "You, you are the disciple of the old dragon master?"

How is this possible?

Zeng Hanjiang and Lin Huaiqiu couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe that Qin Feng, a young man who looked ordinary, would be the disciple of that person.

After all, no matter how you look at it, Qin Feng is not as good as Yang Ziheng in terms of background and background.

Although Yang Ziheng's behavior was a bit bad, he was still a son of the Yang family in Sichuan. When he was young, he had met the old dragon master.

They both knew about this. Before the civil strife, the old dragon master had come to Sichuan to play. At that time, he was entertained by the Yang family.

At that time, the old dragon master had pulled Yang Ziheng to his side. Among the many sons of the Yang family, he only let him be the child to play with.

But what they didn't know was that the old dragon master just saw that Yang Ziheng was discriminated against among several sons, so he felt sympathy.

Who knew that this also became one of the reasons for them to confirm Yang Ziheng's identity.

But no matter what the cause was, even if Yang Ziheng was not the disciple of the old Dragon Lord, it should not be Qin Feng!

"Come, let me see!"

Zeng Hanjiang could not care about anything else, and quickly walked up to take the token from Lin Huaiqiu.

But when the token was in his hand, he knew that Qin Feng's identity was absolutely true: "It's really the Panlong Order, it's really the Panlong Order!"

Lin Huaiqiu's eyes suddenly became clear, and he muttered to himself: "How could this be? How could this be?"

He looked at Qin Feng sitting casually on the sofa, with a bit of absurdity and fear in his eyes. He was actually going to attack the future Dragon Lord just now!

"I don't know what handwriting you used to identify Yang Ziheng, but if you want the handwriting of the old Dragon Lord, you can bring paper and pen now, and I will write as much as you want."

Qin Feng said in a flat tone.

When he was in the Nether Prison, in addition to learning martial arts with his master, he also practiced good calligraphy with him.

It can be said that his handwriting is almost exactly the same as his master's.

"No, impossible!"

The air in the room froze for a long time, and finally Yang Ziheng was the first to explode.

He had clearly broken one arm, but he still wanted to struggle to stand up.

He looked at Qin Feng as if he was looking at his father's murderer, no, he even hated him more than his father's murderer: "Who are you? How could you be the Dragon Lord?"

"I am the third son of the Yang family, born to be a child of destiny! You bastard with a dog-headed face, you dare to pretend to be me with a broken sign, wait for death!"

As he said, he waved his only remaining arm and directed Lin Huaiqiu: "Lin Huaiqiu, Zeng Hanjiang, someone dares to pretend to be me here, why are you still standing there? I want you to immediately dispatch the masters around you, as many as you can, and kill him for me, immediately, right now!"

He was anxious, and extremely anxious.

The appearance of Qin Feng made his heart, which had been floating in the clouds, fall to the bottom in an instant.

Originally, he thought that as long as he had that handwritten letter, he could become the Dragon Lord admired by everyone and reach the pinnacle of his life.

Not only could he use big men like Zeng Hanjiang as slaves, but he could also make those who looked down on him in the past kneel down and lick his ass!

But because of Qin Feng, his identity was exposed.

If people knew that he was not the disciple of the old Dragon Lord at all, then his arrogance these days would instantly backfire on him.

Then can he still live?

No, no, he would never allow such a thing to happen.

Seeing his almost crazy appearance, Zeng Hanjiang and Lin Huaiqiu already understood.

Lin Huaiqiu kowtowed three times to Qin Feng without saying a word: "Subordinate Lin Huaiqiu, meet the Dragon Lord!"

Although Zeng Hanjiang was old, he also knelt down to Qin Feng, a junior: "Subordinate Zeng Hanjiang, meet the Dragon Lord!"

Not to mention Old Bo, from the moment he confirmed the Panlong Order, he had already crouched down and couldn't get up.Although the three men were his elders, and two of them were people who could shock the southwest, Qin Feng still accepted their greetings calmly.

As a junior, Qin Feng would never let Zeng Hanjiang kneel down like this.

But now he not only represented himself, but also his master and Panlong Temple.

Seeing the Panlong token is like seeing the Dragon Lord, which is definitely not a joke.

Seeing Lin Huaiqiu present the token with both hands, Qin Feng waited for them to kneel down before taking the token back.

"You two, get up."

Qin Feng stood up and stood with his hands behind his back.

Watching Lin Huaiqiu stand up, his eyes were cold: "Lin Huaiqiu, although I know you are loyal to Panlong Temple, your mistake almost let Panlong Temple fall into the hands of Yang Ziheng, the playboy. You can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the living crime. Do you know your crime?"

This big shot in the financial world is a golden presence wherever he goes.

As long as he opens his mouth, the financial industry in the southwest will be shaken.

But now he dares not question or disobey the words of Qin Feng, a junior, and bows his hands: "Subordinate, thank the Dragon Lord for not killing me!"

This is easy to say, but a few drops of cold sweat seep out of his forehead.

With the Panlong Order in hand, what does it matter even if he is of noble status?

Even if Qin Feng does not kill him today, as long as an order is given, he will be hunted down by tens of thousands of disciples in the hall for the rest of his life.

I am afraid that even the foundation in his hands will be destroyed!

How can he not breathe a sigh of relief when he hears that Qin Feng will not kill him?

But while breathing a sigh of relief, Lin Huaiqiu's heart is more full of hatred, but not for Qin Feng, but for Yang Ziheng, the instigator of today.

He pointed at Yang Ziheng and asked Qin Feng, "Dragon Lord, I was confused before and was deceived by this guy. Now that his identity has been exposed, do you need me to kill him for you?"

Lin Huaiqiu naturally hated Yang Ziheng now, but Qin Feng had other ideas about him.

He glanced at Yang Ziheng, who was sitting on the ground and still shouting that he was the Dragon Lord, with an indifferent expression.

"Not for the time being, he is just a young man from a noble family. If he relies on himself, he should not have the courage or ability to pretend to be me. Detain him first and interrogate him thoroughly. We must dig out the forger of the handwritten letter from him!"