"she was?"

Ye Tianlong glanced at Lin Miaomiao, who was pushed away by the doctor, "Yes, I was the one who injured him, why? You want to avenge them?"

"Your sister, so arrogant."

The red-haired boy was so angry that he said, "Young Master will kill you tonight, come here, move him."

Regardless of the influence of the hospital, he rushed towards Ye Tianlong with a group of pig friends and dog friends.

"Boom, boom—"

In the face of these dudes, Ye Tianlong didn't evade or be polite at all, twisting his neck and bowing right and left.

In a slap in the face, more than a dozen young people in Chinese screamed and fell to the ground, one by one clutching their cheeks and wailing, with blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.

When the red-haired boy saw that his face was ugly, a black tiger attacked Ye Tianlong with his heart.

"too weak."

Ye Tianlong grabbed the opponent's wrist and smiled casually: "I dare to challenge this level? I really don't know whether it is life or death?"

The already impetuous red-haired boy turned into anger, yelled vigorously and pulled out his fists, took advantage of his strength, and kicked Ye Tianlong's chest.

Ye Tianlong disapproved of his lips, his backhand was just a slap in the face.

"Snapped--"

Before the red-haired boy touched Ye Tianlong, he relentlessly knocked him out, hit the wall with a grunt and fell.

"Young Master Rong!"

A few beautiful female companions trembled and called, and stepped forward to support the fallen red-haired boy, meaning that the hero would not suffer the immediate loss and stop fighting.

"Shut up, don't worry about it!"

The red-haired young man snarled and snarled. Since childhood, he has never been bullied and trampled so much. He really can't stand it.

So, he rushed to Ye Tianlong again, and flew back again, very embarrassed.

"Young Master Rong!"

Several female companions looked at the red-haired youth with a bleeding in the mouth and nose, their pretty faces were very scared, and they wanted to help. The red-haired youth gritted their teeth and stubbornly pushed them away.

Ye Tianlong pointed his finger: "Go away, how far you go, I'm not in the mood to play with you."

Hearing this, the red-haired boy laughed furiously, his pride was replaced by humiliation and resentment. He didn't want anything, but stared at Ye Tianlong murderously.

"Teach me? What are you?"

The red-haired boy was talking, his sleeves raised, and three small arrows flew out to take Ye Tianlong's face, throat and chest.

Not only surprisingly fast and accurate, but also full of energy.

A black hand.

Ye Tianlong frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the red-haired boy didn't know what was good or bad, and he was so heartbroken that he would die immediately under his arrow when he changed someone else.

But as soon as Ye Tianlong stretched out his hand, these three arrows were already in his hands: "Sure enough, Lin Miaomiao is a raccoon dog."

The red-haired boy didn't speak, his body turned over in the air, with two short swords in his hand, he stabbed Ye Tianlong eight moves like lightning.

He was full of hatred for Ye Tianlong, wishing to pierce Ye Tianlong into a big hole with a single sword.

Ye Tianlong sneered, turned his right hand, directly shot down the opponent's two daggers, and kicked him five or six meters away.

"Swish—"

While he was surprised at Ye Tianlong's strength, he also released a silver needle again, which shot out from behind him.

The child is actually covered with hidden weapons.

Ye Tianlong's face sank, he grabbed a sword, swung it twice, and directly shot down the silver needle. When he lowered his head, he looked blue, which was obviously poisonous.

"Boy, you are really vicious."

After cracking the red-haired boy's ultimate move, Ye Tianlong looked sad, and his eyes were cruel: "The move wants my life..."

"Ye Tianlong, this is Young Master Rong!"

Feeling Ye Tianlong's hostility, Lin Miaomiao struggled to squeeze out: "You move him and weigh the consequences."

Ye Tianlong didn't say a word, just stepped slowly, walked to the red-haired boy, his eyes were cold: "Rong family?"

"Yes, from Lao Zi Rong's family?"

The red-haired young man leaned against the wall and glared at Ye Tianlong. He was mocked, mocked and trampled on his dignity. It is better for him to die:

"Don't pretend to be yin and yang of your mother, just move me if you have it!"

He looked at Ye Tianlong sarcastically.

Ye Tianlong slowly raised the sword in his hand: "It is the shadow of the Rong family."

"Tianlong, stop!"

At this moment, another gray-clothed old man shot over at the door, extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Ye Tianlong.

He grabbed the dagger with one hand and Ye Tianlong's shoulder with the other.

Wang Gobi.

Pushing the palm, Shaolin 72 stunts.

No matter who is as powerful as an ox, you only need to push it with one hand, and you will not fall out of your hand.

This stunt can be controlled by the power of a person, and it can be thrown out of thin air without being injured, unlike the killer kung fu that can hurt people.

Anxiously shot, another master like Wang Gobi, this blow was truly shocking.

It's just that Ye Tianlong didn't dodge too much, just a turn and a top.

"boom--"

Unprepared, Wang Gobi was blown out and hit the wall after retreating more than a dozen steps. His blood surged and he couldn't help but spit out blood.

Too strong.

Wang Gobi gave a wry smile. Just about to stand up, he heard footsteps behind him and looked back subconsciously.

He saw a middle-aged man crowded in.

Ye Tianlong also saw this man, wearing a suit with a Chinese character face and gold-framed glasses. He looked gentle but his eyes were very clear.

Those eyes are just like owls, as if they can perceive human psychology.

Wang Gebi moved the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly took the blood from his throat and approached him.

Afterwards, he whispered to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man originally stared at Ye Tianlong's sharp gaze, adding a touch of indescribable playfulness.

Lin Miaomiao whispered: "Mr. Rong!"

The red-haired boy also bit his lip: "Father..."

Zhan Qinglou approached Ye Tianlong, and he whispered: "Glory."

"Are you Ye Tianlong?"

When Ye Tianlong nodded suddenly, the middle-aged man had already carried his hands on his back and shot: "Today's grievances, all end here."

"Neither you nor Rong Siyue or Lin Miaomiao can use the topic again."

The middle-aged man's speech was very plain, but he still gave no anger and prestige. Now he said his grievances and grievances so far, indicating that he is trying to give in.

Wang Gebi also smiled and rounded up the field: "Tianlong, one's own, one's own, I will not look up and see you from now on."

"Well, you are not arrogant or unreasonable, gritted your teeth to give me a little face, and I will give you a little face."

Ye Tianlong glanced at the person who should be called Uncle, lightly thrown out a sentence, and then flicked the short sword in his hand and cut it directly on the red-haired boy's wrist.

The unprepared red-haired boy howled miserably: "Ah—"

Lin Miaomiao almost lost their voices in surprise: "Asshole--"

"you--"

Glory pointed at Ye Tianlong, angrily and anxiously, unable to speak.

This is too slapped.

"Look at your face, give him a chance to survive, but if you don't kill, it doesn't mean letting go"

Ye Tianlong threw away the dagger in his hand, then wiped the blood from his hand, and walked through the crowd calmly...