C2 A Show of Strength

Jiu Feng stood up and stared into the man's dark eyes with his brown eyes. He began to think about the background of this man.

There was finally movement outside the door. It was Lian Hua who pushed the door open and entered. The little girl looked at the water stains all over the room and the naked body of her young master. She looked at the other man. She was somewhat unable to react and was directly stunned at the door.

Xun Shan, who came in later, was calmer. He took his clothes from the table and helped Jiu Feng change his clothes. He then turned to the man and said coldly: "Sect Lord Mo, didn't I say that? My master is bathing. Please wait in the front hall for a moment. "

"I don't have the habit of waiting for people. " The man casually replied and didn't take it to heart at all. He stared at Jiu Feng without any intention of avoiding his gaze.

Jiu Feng, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows when he heard Xun Shan's words. He finally knew why Xun Shan had hurried to put on a set of clothes for him the moment he came in. Sect Lord Mo!

The Yunyang County's Wind Pavilion was widely known, but it was the place that people yearned for the most. It was the Yunyang Sect created by this man a year ago, and it used the name of Yunyang in an overbearing manner. What was even more overbearing was that the Yunyang Sect had destroyed an old gang in one fell swoop when it was first established. The notorious reputation that it had left behind was truly frightening. It had successfully become the number one sect in the Yunyang County. As the Sect Master, Mo Hemo was so mysterious that only a few rumors were left behind.

Now, countless people wanted to go there.

Jiu Feng shivered. He glanced at Mo Hemo out of the corner of his eye and happened to meet his eyes. The speed at which he put on his clothes was several times faster.

Damn, this was a broken sleeve!

He heard that in the Yunyang Sect, Juan had raised dozens of delicate and pretty young masters.

"Sect Lord Mo didn't even come to inform us in advance, so that I can get someone to hold a feast for the Sect Chief. " As for the anger just now, Jiu Feng had long forgotten about it. He wanted to change the topic now, so that Mo Hemo would forget about what had just happened. Regardless of whether the other party was a man or a woman, young master Jiu Feng was very confident in his figure and appearance. Moreover, most of the time, this was the truth.

"I heard that young master Jiu Feng has an unparalleled appearance, so I came here to take a look. " Mo Hemo replied with a soothing tone, as if he was saying that he had come here because of a delicacy.

Jiu Feng almost spat out a mouthful of blood. "Living in this world, one's appearance is nothing more than a bag of skin. " He said with a smile, "The sect master is like a dragon and phoenix among men. I only love money and mortals who have no strength to truss a chicken. Why would the sect master come here?"

Xun Shan and Xun Shan almost laughed out loud. This usually arrogant grandpa was finally convinced by this person who had a loose ends today.

"Oh," Mo Hemo responded meaningfully. He was also amused by Jiu Feng's modest words.

After putting on his clothes, Jiu Feng turned around and found that Mo Hemo was very familiar with him and was half lying on his bed. His favorite soft pillow was also used as a cushion behind him.

"Sect Lord Mo is. . . " When Jiu Feng admired his endurance, a delicate and pretty girl rushed in from outside the door.

It was Xue Zhi, who had just helped Jiu Feng boil the water. The little girl was also shocked by the messy scene in the room. She reacted for a while before she remembered the proper business. "Master, the young master of Iron Lion Hall is drinking and causing trouble outside. "

"Let's go and take a look. " Usually, these matters would be handed over to Xun Shan to handle, but Jiu Feng couldn't wait to stay away from them. He lifted his leg and walked out. "Lian Hua, treat Sect Lord Mo well. Also, get someone to clean up this place. "

"There's no need to entertain him. . . "

Jiu Feng was glad that he was leaving, but what happened next almost made him fall. "I will go with you. "

Jiu Feng did not answer, he ignored him and ignored him.

However, it was only at night time that the restaurant began to bustle with noise and excitement. The sound of the zither beat around the beam, drowning out the din of laughter and laughter. As soon as he stepped into the lobby, he could hear the crisp sound of a table flipping over a wine cup and falling to the ground. The noise also quieted down a little.

"Damn it, Old Paper, the young master of Iron Lion Hall, Xihan, you think highly of you, but don't give me face!" The strong smell of alcohol mixed up with his words. This person was indeed drunk.

Iron Lion Hall. Jiu Feng muttered to himself. He glanced sideways at Mo Hemo, who was following behind him, and a smile appeared on his face.

"young master Jiu Feng is here. . . "

"The Wind Pavilion never gives any sect any face. . . "

"I wonder how they will deal with this. "

A low and deep discussion sounded in the crowd. Naturally, they opened up a path for Jiu Feng. When he walked to the front of the crowd, a yellow-robed woman was holding a lute and hiding behind a few men in black clothes. Opposite her, a man with a rough face kicked the table and scolded the woman.

"Iron Lion Hall, Tie Zhan?" Jiu Feng used his sight to check the yellow-dressed girl. Her clothes were a little messy, but she was still in good shape. She was only a little frightened. Only then did he raise his head and call out to the rugged man in a deep voice.

The man heard the voice and looked over. His eyes were filled with red clothes that looked like fire, and his skin was as white as snow. His handsome face revealed a heroic spirit, and his wet black hair fell straight down to his waist. He looked like an immortal, and then he looked at a demon.

"Girl, come and accompany me!" With a strong smell of alcohol, Tie Zhan stumbled over.

Everyone was shocked. They glanced at Jiu Feng's gloomy face and then looked at Iron Zhan with a trace of sympathy.

Damn it, Mo Hemo's martial arts was high. It was fine that he was not someone to be trifled with, but who the f * ck did he think he was? How dare he play with me like this?

When he was angry to a certain extent, a smile appeared on his face.

Iron Zhan fell to the ground in front of him, and Jiu Feng dodged his hand. The guard beside him had already rushed over, grabbed his extended claw, and threw him to the ground with a shoulder throw. As he struggled to get up, the other two guards came forward, one in front of his chest and the other in the neck, and each gave him a kick.

Tie Zhan spat out a mouthful of blood. No matter how much wine he drank, he was almost awake.

"You guys, Young Master Tie is drunk. Go and take him to the yard to wash and sober up. When the sun comes out tomorrow, he will dry up. Send him back together with the bill. "

He kindly instructed the people around him, as if he was treating a distinguished guest.

It was winter. If two buckets of water were poured on the outside, it would freeze for a whole night. Swallowing their saliva, everyone left with their beautiful women in their arms.

Mo Hemo said he was following them, but in fact, he was only standing on the second floor. He sized up the restaurant, looked at the farce downstairs, and faintly smiled.

After a while, Jiu Feng walked up the stairs. With a calm smile on his face, he looked at Mo Hemo.

"Fox. " Mo Hemo cursed in his heart. He coughed twice and reminded Jiu Feng, "Although Iron Lion Hall is only a second-rate gang, you will definitely seek revenge for what you have done to their young master. "

Jiu Feng raised his eyebrows and looked down from the corner of his eye. A few guards had already restored everything to its original state, "I don't dare to say it in the Pugilistic World, but in the Yunyang County, the Phoenix Pavilion is afraid of any major power. "

"Young Master doesn't want to treat me to a cup of tea?" Mo Hemo didn't care about what he said. This little demoness was a little lion who knew how to bite people. Of all the people present, the Yunyang Sect was naturally one of them. This was the first time they had met, and Jiu Feng wanted to show him his strength. Mo Hemo regretted not coming over early to meet such an interesting person.

Jiu Feng didn't know what this person's suggestion was. However, he kept feeling that something wasn't right in his heart. He called Xun Shan, who was standing beside him, and said, "Find the best young master for Sect Lord Mo. "

"No need. " Mo Hemo refused. He leaned close to Jiu Feng's earlobe and lowered his magnetic voice. "Remember to lock the doors and windows at night. "

Jiu Feng frowned. Was this a threat? He was really petty. He was just provoking the Yunyang Sect with his words.

"I am a guest who climbed the windows and walls, and now I want to climb up the bed even more. " Mo Hemo accepted the alert look in his eyes and smiled as if he had gotten what he wanted.

"F * ck, you have lived for twenty years. You actually got teased by a man!"

"If the Iron Lion Hall comes looking for trouble, feel free to come to the Yunyang Sect. " Mo Hemo threw down these words and left before Jiu Feng could curse.

Before he left the room, he turned around and looked at the red-clothed young master on the second floor. He looked into the cold eyes of the red-clothed young master for a moment, then leaned against the railing and ordered Hua Kui, who was beside him.

"Mo Hemo's objective can't be so simple. We need to increase our defenses these few days. Be careful. "

Young master Jiu Feng rubbed the tip of his nose. He had never rejected the love of Long Yang, nor did he care about what Mo Hemo, who had broken his sleeve, thought of him. He told Xun Shan to be careful, but he felt that Mo Hemo would not leave him for no reason.