"Excessive? Why don't you misunderstand when you attack a little girl of four or five years old?"

"..." The gray-bearded old man looked embarrassed and speechless.

Lin Feng sneered. If it weren't for Mr. Lai's sake, one of her arms would have been ruined long ago.

"Why should I, Lin Xuantian, do my whole life, explain it to others?"

He glanced at the old man and said lightly: "I want to take revenge? I'll give you a chance..."

"You master and apprentice, let's go together!"

"Boy, you are too crazy and too arrogant!"

The gray-bearded old man's body shook, and an invisible powerful aura spread out. The terrifying pressure made everyone breathless.

Lin Feng snorted coldly, and the terrifying pressure emitted by the old man disappeared in an instant.

Then, a faint invisible aura spread quietly, but it gave people a feeling of being pressed down on Mount Tai.

The gray-bearded old man groaned and his face changed slightly.

"Master Lin, Brother Taishan, don't take action! Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

Lai Buyi rushed forward in a hurry, and a cold sweat broke out in his forehead.

"Brother Lai." Zhang Taishan stopped and bowed to Lai Buyi.

The old man is not someone else, but the Wing Chun master who taught Lai Xing'er - Zhang Taishan.

"Misunderstand?"

Huang Yihan looked resentful and stared at Lin Feng with resentment, and said coldly: "This kid hit me, how can this be called a misunderstanding?"

"Why did the master hit you?" Lai Buyi asked.

"Because..." Huang Yihan said to his lips, but he didn't know what to say?

"Oh. Miss Yihan, if you hadn't hurt Yiyi, how could the master have fought with you, a little girl?"

Lai Buyu sighed.

Although he didn't have a long time to come into contact with Lin Feng, he still had some understanding of Lin Feng. At first glance, after real contact, you will find that he always looks calm on the surface, but the steadyness, demeanor and courage in his words and behaviors are extremely extraordinary, and they are definitely not something that his peers can have.

Lin Feng's heart is as calm as water, but he has an indescribable pride in his bones. The feeling is very strange and difficult to express in words, just like the gods in heaven looking down at all living beings, and everyone seems to be the same in his eyes!

This is an extremely high state, and even Lai Buyu sighs that he is inferior to himself.

This is the true style of a master!

"Can I blame me? If she hadn't touched other people's things, I would have attacked her, and I didn't mean it."

Huang Yihan snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "Also, I spent a lot of effort to collect this ancient sword. It was a birthday gift for my grandfather. It was very expensive. If it broke, can they afford it?"

"Hehe. Can you still touch it if you touch it twice? It's ridiculous." Lai Xing'er said angrily.

"Lai Xing'er, are you deliberately going to oppose me?" Huang Yihan said angrily.

"So what?" Lai Xing'er was dissatisfied.

"If you have the ability to fight me!"

"Haha, no problem. But let's keep your butt first."

"you……"

"Can you afford it?"

Lin Feng frowned and couldn't help but sneer.

Lai Buyi shook his head slightly, thinking that this was too ridiculous.

Joke, as long as the master is willing, the money in the whole world is his, let alone an ancient sword?

"Why are you laughing at? Do you know how much this ancient sword cost?" Huang Yihan said arrogantly: "It's 10 million."

Then, he said proudly: "Can an ordinary person earn ten million in his life?"

Lin Feng ignored Huang Yihan, just glanced at the bronze ancient sword lightly, shook his head slightly and said, "Fake it!"

"Fake?"

Huang Yihan sneered: "Haha, do you understand sword?"

"Hmph, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. It's ridiculous to pretend to understand if you don't understand!"

Do you understand?

joke!

He was a dignified immortal master who entered the Tao with his sword, swept across all worlds, and suppressed all enemies. He was defeated by the sword masters of the Wanjie under his sword alone, and there were 8,000. Among the sword tombs he accompanied, there were 7,74,900 ancient swords, all of which were defeated by the sword masters of the Wanjie under his sword.

It can be said that in this world, even in the heavens and the worlds, no one can understand swords better than him!

Now, I am being ridiculed. Do you know the sword?

"What I said is fake is fake!" Lin Feng said lightly.

"Why do you say that the sword is fake?" Huang Yihan said.

"Why?"

Lin Feng smiled coldly, reached out to pick up the ancient sword, bending his finger, and with a loud bang, the ancient sword broke into two pieces.

"Boy, what did you do?" Huang Yihan said in a furious manner.

"Master, you..." Lai Buyi was also stunned.

"Little brother, you've gotten into big trouble." Zhang Taishan's expression sterned, and a cold light burst into his eyes.

"Teacher, you..." Lai Xing'er exclaimed, stunned.

Lin Feng shook his head slightly, threw the broken sword on the stone table, glanced at everyone lightly, and sighed slightly.

"If you think there was the technology of smelting bronze steel thousands of years ago, then this fish intestine sword is real!"

After saying that, Lin Feng ignored everyone and hugged Han Yiyi into the room to apply medicine.

Zhang Taishan picked up the broken sword half-believingly. When he looked at the section, he felt like he had eaten two dead flies, and his face instantly became ugly.

"Teacher, you are..."

Huang Yihan noticed something was wrong, and also took a look. His face changed slightly, and a hint of unconfidence flashed in his eyes. He seemed to be stupid and said in a trembling voice: "Really, it's true!"

"Haha, I'll say, Teacher Lin will never be wrong." Lai Xing'er said proudly.

"Brother Lai, this little brother is..." Zhang Taishan asked with a serious expression.

"Master Lin!"

Lai Buyi did not shy away from his reputation and respected Lin Feng in this way.

"Master Lin?"

Zhang Taishan's eyes frightened. He knew very well that the old man in front of him had a strange temper, an introverted temperament, and a very high vision. There were few who could make him respectfully call him a master.

Obviously, the young man was not among the top ones just now, but he was called a master by Lai Buyi, and there must be something extraordinary.

But I have never heard of such a young master in Tianhai.

Zhang Taishan looked at Lai Buyi with a puzzled look on his face, but the latter smiled mysteriously and shook his head slightly.

"I can't say it, I can't say it!"

The more Lai Buyi did this, the more shocked Zhang Taishan was. He secretly guessed Lin Feng's feet, but he had no clue.

Soon, he sneered in his heart.

This kid may be a little unknown trick, but it is probably not enough to be called a master!

However, this is not the reason why Zhang Taishan is over 60 years old and has not yet reached that level. The so-called Master Wing Chun is just a respectful title.

He dared not, he could not believe it at all!

How could there be such a young master in this world?

"Bastard, you actually dare to cheat on me, damn it!"

Huang Yihan's face turned pale, and his beautiful eyes were almost spitting out of his eyes, so he immediately called.

"Grandpa, send me five hundred people. I'm going to smash the broken auction hall selling fake goods!"

Huang Yihan told the story, and a hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone, saying, "Yihan, grandpa understands your feelings. Someone will deal with this matter, so don't worry..."

"grandfather……"

"Haha, grandpa was quite interested in the little brother who could tell at a glance that the Yuyan Sword is authentic and fake. He told him, Grandpa, I have the best tiger run tea, so I can come and taste it if I have time, and help me, the old man with dizzy eyes, identify the authenticity of those antique objects..."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Yihan stomped his feet in anger. Unexpectedly, his grandfather wanted to invite the arrogant and arrogant bastard to have tea. How could this lady let him go!

Inside the house, Lin Feng applied medicine to clean Han Yiyi's wounds.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!" Han Yiyi shook her head, endured the pain, and tried to smile at Lin Feng.

But, her frowning brows, painful eyes, trembling hands, her thin lips and cold sweat, betrayed her heart, she was clearly lying!

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