Urban Iron-Blooded Soldier King

Hearing grandpa Chen's voice, Dong Wenfeng almost burst into tears. Although there was only one sentence, it made people so sad and concerned.

"It's all right, Grandpa Chen. You're always worried." Dong Wenfeng said.

"What are you talking about? I regard you as my own grandson. Don't you regard me as my own grandfather?"

"Of course not!" Dong Wenfeng quickly retorted, "Grandpa Chen, I just ran into a little trouble. I can handle it myself."

Maybe he noticed the firmness in Dong Wenfeng's mouth, and grandpa Chen didn't stick to it anymore. He knew that Dong Wenfeng was not an ordinary person. He could fight with the immortal for dozens of rounds. What else to worry about.

"In that case, grandpa doesn't have much to do. Are you in Shanghai now? If you need it, you can go to the Chen family and ask Chen Da of the Chen family for help. Just give him my phone number! "

The two exchanged greetings for a while. During this period, the old man was still worried about when Dong Wenfeng would come back and teach him some immortal spells. Dong Wenfeng looked black. He could not know any immortal spells. It was just some cultivation skills, that is, the division and body skills of the white headed immortal were different, but it also needed Dong Wenfeng's long-term training to achieve results in a short time, There is no effect.

He found a small hotel that didn't need to register his ID card. Dong Wenfeng stayed in on the 81st night. He wanted to think about ways and countermeasures. Who knows that the small hotel is too special and hot, and the sound insulation thieves are a few bad. The happy voice is everywhere, 360 degrees three-dimensional surround.

He simply took out the cultivation method formula to practice. In addition to the previous skills, he focused on the separation, body skills and the golden body skills given to him by the old man.

Although there are not all the formulas, Dong Wenfeng vaguely feels that this skill is similar to that of Yuanliang, the great monk of Shaolin Temple, and may even be the same!

The old man once said that the lightness skill of the divine thief is the best in the world, but other abilities are too bad, but Dong Wenfeng has nothing to worry about.

On the one hand, the beggars' sect, which has the best attack in the world, is short in defense.

However, it is obvious that this golden body skill is deliberately done by the old man in order to erase Dong Wenfeng's shortcomings.

"Let go of me! Let me go! "Woo woo..."

When Dong Wenfeng let go of his mental cultivation, he suddenly heard an unusual voice coming into his ears. Dong Wenfeng frowned and suddenly withdrew from the state of mind sinking, and the voice stopped suddenly.

"How do you feel that there is something wrong with the sound?" Dong Wenfeng muttered in a low voice. Under the influence of ghosts and gods, he began to gather his mind to find the voice again.

"Ah... Let me go! I beg you! I'm only eighteen. I'm still at school! "

"Woo woo, I'm only 15 years old. Let me go. Didn't you say I let me go when I earned you 10000 yuan... Don't you mean what you say..."

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Then there were bursts of crying. Dong Wenfeng finally felt something wrong, decided to go and have a look in person, and unknowingly found the counter.

"Someone is crying here?"

Hearing Dong Wenfeng's words, the fat landlady obviously looked ugly and swore, "there's no sound. Don't talk nonsense and ruin the reputation of my store. This is your room fee. Get out of here. I won't rent this house!"

Dong Wenfeng screwed up his sword eyebrows. He could almost conclude that there must be a problem with the small hotel!

"Say it quickly. If you don't say it again, I'll call the police!" Dong Wenfeng said he was about to take out his mobile phone.

"No, no, no!" The landlady hurriedly stopped Dong Wenfeng's action and put on a flattering face, "big brother, it's like this. Our family is teaching our daughter. Don't mind ha. Come on, here's a hundred yuan. Take it. I'll change your room. I can't hear it. Can you see?"

Dong Wenfeng didn't even look at the 100 yuan. He kicked it on the counter and scattered it into a pile of rotten wood with a bang. "I'm a soldier. If you don't tell the truth, I'll kick you into this virtue!"

The landlady's face was white with fear, the fat on her face trembled, and her fingers pointed in a direction.

Dong Wenfeng strode over and stopped in front of a door. The voice came from here.

With a crash, Dong Wenfeng directly pulled away the chain and showed a passage to the underground. It turned out to be a basement.

Dong Wenfeng, an expert in art, was bold and took great strides directly. His eyes were shining brightly. With the depth of his skills, his night vision ability became stronger and stronger.

"Ah! How did you get in? "

At the corner, a man was shocked to see Dong Wenfeng. He directly cut over with an axe. Dong Wenfeng easily grabbed his wrist and threw it on the wall with a bang.

At the same time, two people came from deeper. One of them was holding a sawn short shotgun. Dong Wenfeng dodged, punched him, and fainted. The last person wanted to run and was knocked unconscious by Dong Wenfeng with a shotgun.

"You... Who are you?"

The timid voice sounded, and Dong Wenfeng saw a terrible picture. Four or five women, one, silk and not hanging, huddled in the corner. The person who spoke was still clear-minded, and the serious person even seemed to have a mental breakdown.

"Hey, who... Calling so late... Annoying..."

"It's me. I have a news here. Do you want it?" Dong Wenfeng said expressionless.

"News?!" There came a dressed voice, "what news? where? Is there time to catch up now? "

"In time, there is a small hotel on Yihao road. You'll know when you come. The news is great. Pay attention to protecting their privacy. Also, remember to call the police and call an ambulance." Dong Wenfeng snapped off the phone, went out for a moment and dragged back a fat woman who called like a pig.

Seeing the expression of fear of those women when they saw the fat woman, Dong Wenfeng's anger came from his heart. He grabbed the fat woman's arm and snapped a section with a snap.

"Don't worry, they will be punished. I've called the police. The police will come soon. You're safe." Dong Wenfeng whispered softly.

Then he turned around and tied the people together. Each of them lost an arm and broke their vocal cords with a finger, allowing them to howl silently there.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Dong Wenfeng suddenly looked up and thought that the efficiency of the police was very fast. "I'm gone and the police will arrive soon. Remember, don't say you've seen me."

Then he disappeared into the night.