My Beautiful CEO Wife

Taking a taxi to the embankment of the moat, I saw Song Qingyuan and the three of them standing under the weeping willow tree from a distance.

Song Qingyuan looked Yang Feng up and down, with a contemptuous smile, "Your boy is Yang Feng?"

Yang Feng took out a cigarette and lit one, said with a light smile, "That's right, it's me."

Slowly exhaling smoke, "Who are you?"

Song Qingyuan smiled disdainfully, and said proudly: "I am the great disciple of Xingyi Sect, and I was nicknamed Song Qingyuan Xingyi Invincible!"

Yang Feng smiled and shook his head, "It's a commercially touted name, and I'm ashamed to show it off."

Ok?
Song Qingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was displeased, "Boy, you are humiliating me, understand?"

"That's understandable."

Yang Feng smiled lightly, "I also have a nickname called Shura Killing God! The name was given by the enemy, do you want to verify it?"

Seeing Yang Feng's fearless and provocative appearance, Song Qingyuan laughed angrily.

"Okay, then I'd like to experience it myself, what is Shura Killing God!"

After finishing speaking, he put on a fighting posture, and hooked his fingers towards Yang Feng, "Come on kid, just attack here!"

Yang Feng chuckled, where did this come from.

After several years of practicing three-legged cat kung fu, I thought I was invincible.

Really ignorant.

Looking at the posture put on by the opponent, one can tell that it belongs to the airs of traditional martial arts.

Fancy but not useful!
The real kung fu is killing skills!

There are no fancy moves, all you need is to surprise and kill the enemy with one blow!
Seeing the posture shown by the opponent, Yang Feng became dull.

I thought it was some kind of master who came, just a flashy guy.

"Speak clearly first, before it's too late to act."

Yang Feng waved his hand slightly, standing there smoking a cigarette leisurely, "I asked you, but Zhang Feihu asked you to come and trouble me?"

Song Qingyuan restrained his pretensions and sneered, "It seems that you are not stupid, and you know who you have offended."

"That's right, it was entrusted by Zhang Ershao to come here to teach you a lesson!"

"Don't worry, I won't punch you to death, I just need to maim you!"

Yang Feng chuckled, "It's interesting, it seems that you are very confident in your kung fu."

snort!
Song Qingyuan snorted coldly, "It's not a problem to maim you!"

"Boy, stop talking nonsense, no one can save you today!"

"If you don't take action again, then you have no chance!"

Shut up, and make a posture of preparing to attack actively.

Yang Feng smiled, "Since you are so anxious to be abused, then I will help you."

"Come from afar, I am the master and you are the guest, and you will act first."

Song Qingyuan sneered again, "You're quite particular, kid! But you're also very arrogant!"

"Let me shoot, you have only one dead end!"

call!
Attack quickly.

However, at the moment when the opponent shot.

With a flick of Yang Feng's finger, half of the cigarette butt was thrown out.

It hit the other person's forehead, and a small bag was scalded.

Bright red, very eye-catching.

In an instant, he changed into the shape of Erlang God, as if he had an extra eye.

Song Qingyuan felt the pain secretly, his attack speed dropped sharply, and he quickly took a step back.

Looking at Yang Feng coldly, he said angrily: "What a boy, you dare to attack me with cigarette butts! I think you are courting death!"

The voice fell, and he punched again.

Yang Feng smiled disdainfully, was it considered a sneak attack just now?

It seems that this guy has a serious misunderstanding about the word sneak attack.

boom!
With one punch, Song Qingyuan was sent flying.

He fell five meters away and fell to the ground on his back, with a painful expression on his face.

It's like a living bastard who can't turn over.

This punch shattered Song Qingyuan's ribs, he vomited blood, and had no strength to fight back.

Flower shelves are so vulnerable!
The two subordinates who followed were all dumbfounded.

His face was in an uproar, and his legs were trembling.

Yang Feng glanced at Song Qingyuan, and said calmly: "Go back and tell Zhang Feihu, repeat again and again!"

"Next time, I will plant him in a flower pot and let him know what a vegetable is!"

After speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

Cough cough cough...

Only then did Song Qingyuan catch his breath, and coughed loudly.

The corners of his mouth kept bleeding and froth, his face was pale, and he almost passed out.

This punch knocked him out completely.

Even if he can heal his ribs, he might not be able to easily use force with others in the future.

After studying art for more than ten years, one trick is completely useless!
Sad and angry at the same time.

The two subordinates didn't dare to hesitate, they immediately carried Song Qingyuan into the car and drove away quickly.

at that time.

Zhang Feihu was still waiting for the news of Song Qingyuan's triumphant return, and he was not nervous at all.

A Bin understood Zhang Feihu's thoughts very well, and said with a smile at this moment: "Song Qingyuan makes a move, that boy Yang Feng must have no way out."

"Catch Yang Feng back later, and then I can let you dispose of it, young master."

Zhang Feihu sneered, "I will spare his life as a dog, and live on."

"Looking at this young master with my own eyes, how did I get Lin Ruotong and let him die in agony!"

A Bin immediately gave a thumbs up, "Master, this skill is wonderful!"

"When you and Ms. Lin have a wedding night, you can tie that kid to the door like a dog. It's even more exciting to listen to the movement!"

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Feihu laughed loudly, "Abin, you are indeed my confidant! You really know my preferences too well!"

"That's right, just do as you said!"

"Master, Master..."

At this time, there was a shout outside the door.

A Bin's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Master, Song Qingyuan and the others are back!"

Zhang Feihu smiled, "I want to see that trash Yang Feng, with all his limbs broken! Hahaha..."

However, before he finished laughing loudly, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Those two subordinates walked in carrying Song Qingyuan, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

Both Zhang Feihu and A Bin's expressions changed slightly, which was different from what they expected just now!

"What's the situation?" A Bin asked first.

The two subordinates were mournful and said with lingering fear: "That kid Yang Feng is too strong..."

I will go through it in general.

Zhang Feihu and A Bin couldn't help trembling, "Are you sure it's just one punch that crippled Song Qingyuan?"

"Yes, young master, you sent Song Qingyuan flying five meters away with just one punch!" The two subordinates looked at the pain in the corner of their mouths.

call!
This time, Zhang Feihu didn't dare to be careless.

His face became extremely ugly, he didn't expect Yang Feng to be so difficult to deal with.

The dignified Xingyi Sect's chief disciple unexpectedly lost to Yang Feng's move.

"Master, that kid still asked us to bring you a sentence..."

The two spoke out hesitantly.

boom!
Zhang Feihu slapped the table suddenly, furious, "Damn Yang Feng, you still want me to turn into a vegetable!"

"I don't show off my power, I really think I'm a soft persimmon, let you knead it!"

A Bin hastily persuaded, "Master, this matter has to be discussed in the long run!"

"How about...it's better to report to the family and let the old man take action to kill Yang Feng."

snort!
Zhang Feihu snorted softly, "Stupid! If my dad finds out, because a woman caused trouble, he was forced to report it to the family for resolution."

"How can I gain a foothold in the Zhang family in the future?"

A Bin hastily apologized: "Yes, yes, I didn't think carefully, so don't blame the young master."

"Then, what do you plan to do next, young master?"

Zhang Feihu's face was gloomy and terrifying, and a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You can't do it with the young ones, you can find the old ones!"

"Song Qingyuan is Zhang Zizai's beloved disciple of the Xingyi School. Seeing that the chief disciple has been crippled, can he swallow this breath?"

Zhang Feihu sneered, "Don't do anything! Kill Song Qingyuan and send the body to Zhang Zizai."

"I don't believe that old guy can still hold his breath!"