Chapter 982: Lin Feihang Comes Out to Die

"Boom!"

At this time, the door of the banquet hall was suddenly kicked open.

Then, people will come, and the sound will come first.

"Lin Feihang, my son."

"Get out, old man."

"Die!"

After the roar fell, the white-haired, childlike, imposing old man stepped into the banquet hall aggressively.

That's right, this old man is indeed Ye Fan's master, Zhang Zhenren, who is known as the double saint of medicine and martial arts!

"what's the situation?"

"First Sun Yihao, the youngest son of the Sun family, came out, and then came out such a Daoist Zhang?"

"What the hell is this?"

Seeing Zhang Zhenren rushing into the banquet hall without authorization, all the elites of the upper class in Jiangbei City were stunned. They really didn't expect that there would be so many accidents at the annual meeting of the Jiangbei City Chamber of Commerce.

"Security, where is the security!"

At this time, a young lady with a mobile phone pointed at Zhang Zhenren and shouted loudly: "Get out of my old lady for this old-fashioned old man who destroys my drinking!"

"go out."

"Get out now!"

Under the leadership of the captain, more than a dozen security guards directly surrounded Zhang Zhenren.

They held electric batons and rubber rods, and were about to do it by force.

"roll."

Zhang Zhenren sneered, not angry.

"Give it to me."

The security captain roared angrily and waved his hand, this real person really ruined his job.

"Overreaching."

"Hoo hoo hoo."

Zhang Zhenren sneered disdainfully, waved his hand, and the strong wind howled.

"Bang bang bang."

More than a dozen security guards fainted to the ground at the same time.

However, their lives were not in danger. Zhang Zhenren just made them faint, and did not kill them.

Zhang Zhenren is quite kind.

"You don't want to kill yourself, willing to be driven by Lin Feihang's children, and be buried with Lin Feihang."

Zhang Zhenren waved the Buddha dust in his hand, and pretended to be very forceful: "Infinite Fushou Tianzun."

"The old man only killed Lin Feihang's son today."

"Lin Feihang."

Daoist Zhang looked coldly at Lin Feihang, and said ruthlessly, "You commit suicide right now, and I can leave a whole body for you."

"Want to kill me?"

Lin Feihang looked at Zhang Zhenren playfully, rolled his eyes, and quickly shouted: "Brother Sun, save me."

"Brother grandson."

Lin Feihang looked at Sun Yihao begging for help, and quickly shouted: "Brother Sun, for some reason, I provoked this old bastard, and made this old bastard want to kill me."

"I hope Brother Sun will save me."

"Brother Lin, don't worry, since you're all about following me, I'll definitely stand up for you and won't let you get into trouble."

Sun Yihao, who didn't know what to do, thought Lin Feihang was his caring little brother, so proudly glanced at Zhang Zhenren, and said coldly, "Lin Feihang, I'm safe."

"you."

"roll!"

As the youngest son of the Sun family, Sun Yihao, who owns an oil field and is worth tens of billions, doesn't take this real person seriously.

"Boy, don't meddle in your own business."

Zhang Zhenren, as the master of Ye Fan's lucky son, is naturally a very good-tempered and decent person. So he glanced at the arrogant Sun Yihao, and didn't do it directly, but persuaded him with kind words: "Lin Feihang killed my apprentice, it's only right and proper for me to kill him today."

"Don't meddle in your own business."

"I told you to go, you are deaf, didn't you hear what I said?"

Staring at Zhang Zhenren, Sun Yihao, who made his debut for Lin Feihang, the "little brother", was full of momentum.

Unceremoniously, he pointed at Zhenren Zhang's nose and said coldly, "Go away, young master."

"Blessed Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable."

"Snapped!"

After shouting the Taoist number, Zhang Zhenren slapped Sun Yihao with a slap.

"Depend on."

Looking at the fainted Sun Yihao, Lin Feihang's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself: "Such a waste?"

He originally thought that Sun Yihao, as the son of luck, should have some trump cards. Unexpectedly, Sun Yihao was such a waste that he would be slapped away by Zhang Zhenren.

This is really a hot dog.

"It's also normal."

Lin Feihang thought about it carefully, but he felt normal.

After all, this child of luck also has strengths and weaknesses.

Sun Yihao, who didn't get the opportunity to practice and was still in the early stage of getting rich and becoming a son-in-law, is not the opponent of Master Zhang, the son of luck, but it's normal.

Zhang Zhenren's beating of Sun Yihao was a dimensionality reduction attack.

"Lin Feihang."

Lin Feihang, who had a gloomy expression on Zhang Zhenren's face, said ferociously in his eyes: "No one can stop me from killing you today."

"Kill me!"

"Hoo hoo."

Accompanied by the strong wind, Zhang Zhenren directly slapped Lin Feihang with his palm.

"Boom."

"Boom, boom, boom."

"Boom, boom."

Two palms intersect.

Lin Feihang took three steps back, and Zhang Zhenren took two steps back.

It's not that Lin Feihang lost to Zhang Zhenren, but that he didn't use his full strength.

"You have good strength, no wonder you can kill my disciple Ye Fan."

Zhang Zhenren took a deep breath, suppressed the inner strength that was churning in his lungs, stared at Lin Feihang with a gloomy expression, and said coldly: "But you are still today."

"Must die!"

Although Lin Feihang's strength is good, but Daoist Zhang has full confidence in beheading Lin Feihang.