The dinner was organized by Liang Qikuan. The purpose of this dinner was to invite Xing Feng to come forward and avenge his son Liang Hui.

Liang Hui was burned in the crotch and was trampled on by man. He was seriously injured and was still lying in the hospital. Even the doctor dared not say whether it would affect the family lineage.

Liang Qikuan couldn't swallow this tone no matter what, but Guan Xu had already fallen into Wang Xiaojian's hands. After thinking about it, he thought of Xing Feng.

Xing Feng is not only a big boss in Jiangzhou, but also proficient in mysterious techniques and has many strange people under his command. In Liang Qikuan's opinion, only Xing Feng can control Wang Xiaojian, so he set up this dinner.

After hearing the accusation from Liang Qikuan, Guan Xu and Li Si of Wang Xiaojian, Xing Feng's face turned pale and even looked a little ugly.

He pondered for a moment, raised his head and asked, "Have you ever checked the identity and background of this Wang Xiaojian?"

Liang Qikuan replied: "Mr. Xing, Wang Xiaojian is a senior high school student at Yaohua Middle School. He came from another place and has no background in Jiangzhou. If you are good at him, I think it is no different from pinching an ant to death."

"Ant?"

Xing Feng's face darkened and he said coldly:

"If you really want to pinch an ant, will it take Xing to take action? Moreover, your boss Liang is a well-known figure in Jiangzhou, but he can't do anything to a senior high school student without identity or background. If it is spread, would you still have this face? Or are you planning to use Xing as a gun?"

Xing Feng's tone was not strong, but Liang Qikuan, Guan Xu and Li Si were frightened when they heard it. Liang Qikuan hurriedly stood up and stammered:

"Master Xing, that boy is really evil. Guan Xu, you...you know. He brought more than 20 people to deal with that boy that night. Now... more than half of them are lying in the hospital."

Xing Feng glanced at Guan Xu, who was wrapped in bandages on his body and said:

"Tell me, how did you get hurt?"

"Master Xing, I don't know what happened. He didn't even take action. I suddenly felt an electric current hit in my body and fainted. My twenty or so brothers were basically injured by electric injuries. Oh! By the way, I shot him and he was in no way. You said it was evil."

"You've even fired a gun?"

"I...I didn't mean it, the gun accidentally went off fire."

"Then hit him?"

"It hit! The bullet just hit his chest. I thought he was killed. Who knew nothing about him? He even...he also held the bullet in his hand to play with it."

"He can actually catch the bullet with his bare hands?"

Xing Feng was secretly shocked and asked Wang Molin, who was closing his eyes and resting, lowering his voice.

"Master Wang, how high is the cultivation level that can catch bullets with bare hands?"

Wang Molin slowly opened his eyes, stroked the white beard that had fallen to his chest, and said:

"As far as I know, there was a strange man named Jinlingfu during the Republic of China who performed in public with bare hands to catch bullets. He was actually a high-level Xuanshi. I am afraid that only by reaching the level of a high-level Xuanshi can he catch bullets with bare hands."

When Wang Molin said this, he smiled coldly:

"Where did the high-level Xuanshi come from Jiangzhou? Even Jiang Muchuan and Xing Ye's master Lu Chengshan are just early-level Xuanshi. In my opinion, that kid may be fooling people. He can deceive others, but he will never deceive me."

Guan Xu hurriedly said:

"Master Wang, that's not a fool! My gun is loaded with real bullets!"

"Is it a foolish way? I'll tell you if someone comes later."

While speaking, the private room door was pushed open and Qin Shou walked in:

"Master, Master Xing, someone brought it."

"Let him come in." Xing Feng said.

"Yes! Mr. Xing."

Qin Shou led Wang Xiaojian into the private room. The moment he saw Wang Xiaojian, Guan Xu and Li Si hurriedly lowered their heads and did not dare to have eye contact with him.

Wang Xiaojian glanced at him and his eyes fell on Wang Molin, who had the highest energy unit.

Wang Molin, 66 years old, is a first-class Xuanshi, and has many female disciples under his sect, and advocates "dual cultivation".

Female disciple? Dual cultivation?

Joining them is an old pervert wearing a mysterious robes?

Wang Xiaojian immediately had the idea of ​​teaching Wang Molin a lesson.
Chapter completed!