"Old lady, are you crazy? Do you think I'm joking with you?"

Feng Lin's face was getting colder and colder.

"Don't be angry, I'm not laughing at you, I just think of happy things."

Ji Guangling hurriedly said, "You send me the address and I will ask the helicopter closest to you to pick you up."

"If there is any accident in my village, I will not do the task owed to you!"

After Feng Lin finished speaking, he hung up the phone and sent him the location here.

"Boss, I will accompany you."

Jinguji Qiuhui grabbed Fenglin's arm.

"I am going too."

Xu Ruoying also stood up.

"No, you heard it just now, they let me go by myself, and you follow, I'm afraid they will be messy."

Feng Lin shook his head and left here quickly.

Xu Ruoying clenched her fists secretly, she was still too weak, she must become stronger quickly.

Strive to help seal the forest.

Feng Lin didn't go to inform Erye, and quickly left the ruins, standing on the mountain and waiting for the helicopter.

He also lived in Fengjia Village when he was a child.

Later, he followed his father to find his mother.

But after looking for a few years, the old man handed Feng Lin to Meng Changsheng.

Although he has been away for many years, he would take Fenglin with him every Chinese New Year and go to his grave at his hometown.

In Fengjia Village, Fengchen's generation is relatively large, which leads to Fenglin's generation.

The younger generation in the village is not very concerned about such things.

For example, people of the same age as Ergou call their names directly.

But the older generation is still very particular.

As long as the Chinese New Year, a group of middle-aged men in the village kneel down for Feng Lin and call him uncle.

Especially when Feng Lin was a child, the scene was too memorable.

According to his seniority, people who are about the same age as Fengchen call him Second Master.

This is why Feng Lin called Meng Changsheng the second master.

In fact, he had long regarded Meng Changsheng as his other father.

...

Luo City, Central Plains.

Fengjia Village, Tian Town, Huangxian County.

Located near a low mountain.

Outside the village is a piece of farmland, where people live on farming.

There is only one village in a radius of five miles.

Fengjia Village is not big, there are four to five hundred people, about a hundred households.

Under the street lights on the street, several groups of people gathered together in twos and threes.

In front of these people, there are five people surrounded by black robes.

They stared at the people in front of them with indifference, and their eyes were full of weirdness.

"tractor!"

A middle-aged flat-headed man with half-white hair was throwing off a few playing cards.

"Do not hit."

The fat man, shirtless next to him, waved his hand.

"Neither do I."

"It's too big."

...

Four middle-aged people gathered around a table at the root of a tree and were playing poker.

In addition to them, other surrounding villages in the village are also talking and laughing.

"Second aunt, let me use your sickle. I'm going to harvest wheat tomorrow."

"How old are you? Just leave it to your dad! Your dad can do it."

"Hahaha!"

The women around couldn't help it.

...

"Shut up for Lao Tzu!"

The leading man in black stepped on the ground with one foot.

Boom!

The ground under my feet collapsed, and there were violent vibrations all around.

The street lights above can be seen shaking slightly.

"Do you think I'm joking? Believe it or not, I will slaughter you now!"

The man in black yelled at the surroundings.

"Big brother, didn't I ask my son to call my uncle?"

The flat-headed middle-aged man with half-white hair put the playing cards in his hand and shouted, "Two dogs!"

"Dad, what's the matter?"

From the house on the side, a shirtless young man ran out.

He was about the same age as Feng Lin, and he was shorter than Feng Lin, but he was also over 1.8 meters tall.

He has a Chinese character face and a very strong body.

His name is Feng Dazhuang and his nickname is Ergou, one year older than Feng Lin.

Feng Lin's playmate when he was young.

"Call you Feng Lin again and say they can't wait."

Feng Jun urged.

"understood."

Feng Dazhuang took out his cell phone and dialed Feng Lin's number.

These people in black looked at each other, and they were all unbelievable.

The leading middle-aged man walked to the Fengjun and asked, "Are you not afraid of death?"

"Brother, if we show fear, will you let us go?"

Feng Jun turned around and asked.

"No." The leader shook his head.

"That's not right, it won't let us go anyway, why don't we have fun in time?"

Feng Jun smiled and lit a cigarette.

"You think it's pretty open."

The leader said lightly, "So I plan to send you on the road first."

He had never seen such an arrogant villager, and really thought he was joking with them.

As the top killer of the Dragon Palace, the Dragon King sat down on Xuanwu, one of the three generals.

He doesn't bother to kill these ordinary people.

His purpose this time is just to close the forest.

But unexpectedly, these people are too crazy.

boom!

Xuanwu punched Feng Jun on the head.

Whoosh!

Feng Jun's body flew out diagonally in an instant, hitting a telephone pole not far away.

The telephone pole shattered in an instant and fell down diagonally.

Boom!

The fallen telephone pole happened to hit the fence of a house.

The whole wall was collapsed.

"Fuck!"

Other people around saw this and hurriedly fled to their own house in fright.

"Now that you are afraid? Stop them for me!"

Xuanwu smiled disdainfully and waved.

The four masters behind them all exploded with strength, and they easily pressed these people to the ground.

"Knowing that it's good to be afraid..."

"Who broke Lao Tzu's wall?"

At this moment, the home of the family who was hit by the telephone pole.

There was an old roar.

Other people around, all put their faces against the ground.

At this moment, a shirtless bald man in black shorts walked out in blue slippers.

His body is as thin as wood.

Can clearly see the ribs in front of him.

"Fengjun! Made! Are you again?"

Feng Youfu spotted Feng Jun lying beside the telephone pole, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up.

"Uncle, it's really not me this time."

Feng Jun was so frightened that the smoke fell off, he waved his hand hurriedly, and then pointed at the black-clothed men in the middle of the road, "It's them!"

Feng Youfu turned his head, looked at the people in black over there, and roared: "Who is it? Stop me for me!"

"Laughing dead, just ants, dare to be presumptuous in front of us? Old man, isn't it good to be alive..."

A man in black flashed in front of Feng Youfu in an instant.

"I'm going to Nima!"

Feng Youfu slapped the face of the man in black.

Boom!

The eyes of the man in black were full of incredible, and they hit the ground instantly.

His neck was bent in a weird posture, and blood slowly spilled from his mouth.

I just lost my breath.

Xuanwu, who was still arrogant, was shocked and dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

What he brought this time was all of the Golden Dragon Mask level.

The four people are all in the early stages of tempering.

Slapped to death by a scrawny old man?

Just kidding?

He looked around and found that all the villagers here were too frightened to look up.

He finally understood one thing.

It was not me who scared these villagers just now.

It was the telephone pole that smashed the old man's wall.