Chapter 680

Shen Qing grabbed Lingyin's hand and said indifferently.

This spiritual voice is just a cultivator in the Purple Mansion, how could a child from a poor family struggle to get Shen Qing's hand, he was startled and angry, and said: "My lord, please respect yourself"

"Young master, if he doesn't want to, why do you have to make things difficult, the twisted melon is not sweet"

"Yeah, it's a bit too domineering, my lord."

Many drinkers couldn't stand it anymore, and stopped talking one after another.

"Drink your wine well, what's your business?"

Shen Qing said coldly, a powerful aura emanating from his body, this Shen Qing is also a practitioner named Yuan Dan Eightfold.

Feeling this momentum, the drinkers at the scene immediately shut up obediently. Such a young man with extraordinary cultivation must have a certain background, so it's better not to cause trouble.

"My lord, look, you can't mess around with this, right? Our Xianyin Restaurant is also a restaurant protected by Lingxiao Palace"

A shop waiter hurried over and said with an apologetic smile.

"Go away, what are you?"

Shen Qing slapped the waiter on the face, and the waiter flew several meters away and fell on a table, vomiting blood from his mouth.

"What is Lingxiao Palace? I have never heard of it. I am a disciple of the Shen family. Is Lingxiao Palace comparable to my Shen family?"

Shen Qing sneered, and the surrounding people were in an uproar.

"He's a disciple of the Shen family, no wonder he's so arrogant!"

"That's right, the Shen family is a well-known first-class big family in the East City. The family has a huge power, and their subordinates manage several urban areas."

"..."

People around were talking about it, this Shen family seemed to be a family of martial arts kings in the East City, with huge power, and all the disciples of the Shen family were also overbearing.

When that Lingyin heard the words of the disciples of the Shen family, her face turned ashen, and there was a trace of despair in her heart. The Shen family was an irreversible behemoth to her.

"Who is making trouble in my Lingxiao Temple's jurisdiction?"

But at this time, a cold shout came, and a group of people came over. The leader was a middle-aged man in the Wupao of Lingxiao Temple, followed by five or six disciples of Lingxiao Temple.

When Lingyin saw these people, she felt hopeful in her heart, and cried, "My lords, please make decisions for the little girl."

"what happened?"

These people came over and asked in a deep voice. The middle-aged man looked at Shen Qing and said, "Master, this is the jurisdiction of my Lingxiao Palace, please don't make trouble."

"Ling Xiaodian, why have I never heard of it before, my son has taken a fancy to this girl today, what do you want? Do you want to fight against our Shen family?"

Shen Qing sneered.

"The Shen family, could it be the Shen family in Dongcheng?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, his face changed slightly, and he asked.

"That's right, how about it, do you still want to take care of it?" Shen Qing jokingly said with a smile.

The middle-aged man's face was slightly ugly when he heard the words, and then he squeezed out a smile and said dryly: "I really don't know that you are the son of the Shen family. I offended you just now, please forgive me."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he led the people back slowly.

And the hope aroused in Lingyin's heart fell to the bottom in an instant, wouldn't Lingxiao Palace dare to offend the disciples of the Shen family? Lingyin's face was pale.

"Haha, beauty, did you see it? You can't escape tonight"

Shen Qing touched Lingyin's tender cheek and smiled, a tear fell from the corner of Lingyin's eye, she didn't resist, what can she do as a weak woman?

"Boom!"

But at this moment, there was a sudden bang on the table, which startled many people.

Everyone looked around and saw a few figures sitting around a certain wine table. One of them was a red-haired young man with a gloomy and ugly face, making a handprint on the thick wooden table.

"The disciples of Lingxiao Palace just now stop for me."

Mu Feng said coldly.

The Lingxiao Palace disciples who were about to retreat were taken aback for a moment, and then looked over, their expressions became complicated, while the young man walked towards them slowly.

Seeing the young man's complexion change, these few people hurriedly knelt down on one knee with fists folded under everyone's surprised eyes, and said, "Greetings, young master!"

The leading man was even more gloomy in his heart, secretly cursing why he met the young master here, they were all former Qinglang people, this man is still a small boss, he has seen Mu Feng.

"Little Lord!"

The drinkers around looked at Mu Feng in astonishment. Could it be that this young man is the young master who was said to have founded the Lingxiao Temple?

Mu Feng came with a gloomy face, and he didn't ask to be excused, and these people didn't dare to get up.

"You really give me the face of Ling Xiaodian, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, a Shen family disciple, scaring you so much that you don't even have the courage to seek justice?"

Mu Feng looked at the few people and said indifferently.

Several people felt chills when they heard the words, they lowered their heads and did not dare to speak, Shen Qing also looked at Mu Feng in surprise.

For some reason, this figure and voice gave him a sense of familiarity.

"Young master, I, we were wrong, we are also thinking about Lingxiao Palace..."

The middle-aged man said tremblingly, facing this young man who was much younger than him, he didn't have the confidence at all. This is the legend that they created their Lingxiao Temple with one hand.

In the past, they were disciples of the lowest level, and they had to nod and bow when they saw disciples of powerful forces. This was their way of survival in the lower levels.

"Shut up!"

Mu Feng said coldly, the middle-aged man trembled with fright and dared not speak.

"Lingxiao Palace doesn't need counselors who only dare to bully the weak and fear the strong. I don't need law enforcement officers who don't dare to uphold justice in the jurisdiction of Lingxiao Palace. I don't care if you are the elder's subordinate. Cut off your arm and go to the Criminal Law Hall to receive punishment."

Mu Feng said indifferently.

The middle-aged man turned pale when he heard the words, gritted his teeth and said yes, he slapped his arm with a palm, and with a bang, the arm bone was broken, the middle-aged man trembled in pain while holding the broken arm, Mu Feng said Get out, this person dares to leave quickly.

The faces of the other people were even more pale with fright, but Mu Feng didn't pursue these people too much, just let them think about their mistakes.

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Mu Feng walked towards Shen Qing slowly.

Shen Qing frowned slightly, and said, "I think you look familiar, have we seen it somewhere?"

Mu Feng looked indifferent and didn't answer Shen Qing. He had indeed seen Shen Qing. In the Realm Space, Shen Qing wanted to rob him, but Mu Feng turned back and took him hostage.

So Shen Qing had a deep impression and hatred for Mu Feng, and Mu Feng also had a sense of familiarity after seeing his disguise.

Seeing that Mu Feng didn't answer her, Shen Qing suddenly felt ashamed, and said coldly: "Boy, I asked you something, didn't you hear?"

Mu Feng stopped in front of him, and said indifferently: "Let go of this girl, leave a hundred spirit stones and apologize, you can leave here, otherwise, crawl out."

Shen Qing was taken aback when he heard the words, then smiled, and said, "Boy, tell me a joke."

Hearing the words, Mu Feng froze for a moment, rushed towards Shen Qing almost in the blink of an eye, grabbed Shen Qing's long hair, and punched him in the lower abdomen.

Mu Feng's speed was so fast that Shen Qing didn't even have time to react. He was punched so hard that he vomited blood, let out a miserable howl, and bent his body. Mu Feng pulled Shen Qing's long hair and suddenly raised his knee, hitting Shen Qing's face with a click. Going up, loosening his hands, Shen Qing covered his face with blood on his face, curled up on the ground and howled miserably.