A man's dignity is sometimes higher than the sky, and Xiao Feng is exactly this kind of man. Since his debut, he has bowed his head to beg for mercy to his enemies.

However, when his woman and child were about to be hurt, Xiao Feng had no choice. He lowered his head and begged for mercy to the enemy. His blood was boiling. As long as he found a chance, he was destined to get back ten times and a hundred times, and use his passion to recast the dignity of a man.

"No..." Han Shuang's eyes turned red, and she clenched her fists tightly. No, she would not see this man bowing her head for her. If, if there were no children in her belly, she would rather die than let this man bow down.

Xiao Feng looked at Han Shuang, forced a smile, and then turned his eyes to the young man: "You can let her go now."

"Hahaha, Xiao Feng, I really didn't expect that you would lower your head for a mere woman." The young man laughed wildly and slowly let go of the hand that pinched Han Shuang's neck: "Very good, you have saved your child's life now."

"Cough cough..." Han Shuang covered her neck and coughed, tears falling down. I don't know if it was because of the pain in her neck or her heartache.

Xiao Feng looked at the old man and stared at him: "If I'm not wrong, you should be the one behind Xiao Guan."

"Yes, it's me." The old man nodded: "Xiao Guan died in your hands, right?"

"That's right, no matter what, just come to me. Is this the style of you ancient martial artists?" Xiao Feng asked coldly.

"Come on you, okay, very good." The old man nodded: "Xiao Feng, as long as you can pick me up, I will release your woman."

"really."

"Take it seriously, I won't lie to you as a junior." The old man said in a deep voice.

"Okay, then come on." What Xiao Feng is most worried about now is Han Shuang's safety. As long as she can be fine, then if she drags on, Mr. Jing will appear.

"No, don't..." Han Shuang heard Han Chuang say that there was a super ruthless man behind Xiao Guan, who was at the same level as Mr. Jing. She even heard that for a strong man like Xiao Guan, Mr. Jing can be destroyed with one move. Xiao Feng's combat power is similar to Xiao Guan, and can he hold on to this old man?

Xiao Feng looked at Han Shuang and shook his head with a smile. He had no choice but to hold on and not for anything else. He is a man. A good man must not let his woman suffer a little.

"Very good, I admire your courage." The old man nodded with satisfaction: "I deserve to be a person trained by Jing Moxian."

"Stop talking nonsense, come on." Xiao Feng was unsure. At the peak of Xiao Guan, he was ruined by Mr. Jing. If he was injured now, what would happen if he would be injured?

"God's will, let's go out." The old man said, his feet did not move, but his body moved horizontally out of the stone pavilion.

"..." Xiao Feng was shocked. What the hell is this? He is making a ghost movie.

"Okay." The young man nodded and said to Han Shuang: "Go out, if your man can survive a single move, then you will be completely free."

Han Shuang was even more worried when she heard the young man's words. Is there such a huge difference between the two? "Afeng, don't, go quickly."

"Wait, it will be fine soon." Xiao Feng smiled and took a step forward: "Come on." As he said that, his dark energy surged wildly, and the fourth level of energy could explode at any time.

"I really didn't expect that Jing Moxian would pass on the Six Dragon Power to you." The old man's eyelids twitched, his eyes a little hot: "Boy, I really can't bear to beat you to death."

Xiao Feng was silent, his mind was running wildly, and a trace of dark force condensed, getting bigger and bigger, even causing the wound he had closed to gradually crack.

The old man walked slowly towards Xiao Feng. When he was only five steps away, his body disappeared. While he was breathing, he had already come to Xiao Feng and slapped out with a soft and weak palm.

In the eyes of outsiders, the old man used no strength to use his palm, just like he was having fun, and he would probably not even be able to kill a mosquito.

But Xiao Feng, who was shrouded in the palm wind, had a big change in his face. In an instant, he felt as if he was in the middle of a scoundrel, and he was a thin boat, as if he could be overturned and swallowed by the huge waves at any time.

"Ah." Xiao Feng didn't think about it and punched the old man hard at the palm of his hand, and the fourth level of force suddenly burst out.

With a loud "bang", the old man's body did not move, but Xiao Feng flew straight out and slammed heavily on the ground. A mouthful of blood was spurted out, which was particularly scarlet and dazzling.

What was particularly terrifying was that the old wounds on Xiao Feng's body instantly collapsed, and blood gushed out, and soon he was stained like a bloody man.

"Cough cough..." Xiao Feng coughed blood with great breath. He felt a force that had just passed through his arm and headed straight to his chest, exploded inside, and his internal organs were shaken and moved and bleeding.

The old man looked down at Xiao Feng and shook his head: "You disappointed me, it's still a little worse than God's will."

"Afeng..." Han Shuang cried, her voice a little hoarse: "Are you okay?"

The young man stopped in front of Han Shuang and looked at Xiao Feng coldly: "You have disappointed me too."

"Ahem, let go, let her go." Xiao Feng tried hard to raise his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to the young man.

The young man looked at the old man, who nodded slightly, and he put down his arm that blocked Han Shuang: "Go and find your man."

Han quickly rushed towards Xiao Feng, crying and shouting: "Afeng, how are you doing? Don't scare me."

"Ahem, I'm fine." Xiao Feng shook his head and forced a smile: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Han Shuang shook her head. She rarely had such panic, but now she was really panic.

"That's good."

Han Shuang helped Xiao Feng wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Afeng, I will help you find Doctor Nangong, okay?"

"No, my business has not been handled yet." Xiao Feng struggled to stand up and looked at the old man: "What are you doing here today?"

"One is to see you, and the other is to see Jing Moxian." After the old man said that, he seemed to have some senses and turned his head to look at one place. Several figures came from far to near, and were extremely fast.

"Afeng, are you okay?" A black shadow swam past and Mr. Jing appeared beside Xiao Feng.

"Old guy, you're finally here." Xiao Feng's body softened and he almost fell to the ground again.

"Old man Nangong." Old Jing shouted, "Let me see Afeng."

Nangong Ji glanced at the old man, frowned, put his finger on Xiao Feng's pulse, and started to trumpet carefully.

"Senior Brother, you actually fought with a junior." Jing Moxian stared at the old man, his tone very bad.

"I just want to try him." The old man said lightly.

Jing Moxian didn't say anything, and his eyes turned to Nangong Ji and said, "How is Afeng?"

"The internal organs were damaged, and all the external injuries were broken. All the things I used on him before were wasted." Nangong Ji's tone was not good either.

You know, Nangong Ji used an extremely precious ointment to let Xiao Feng join in the fun at night, but he used an extremely precious ointment. Even if he was not able to match it, it was really hard to find billions of gold. But now, the wounds have broken again, so the ointment I applied before is naturally a waste.

"Senior brother, you're too much."

"Have you passed, then do you know how much energy I have wasted in cultivating Xiao Guan? You guys are fine, just kill me if I say killing me." The old man snorted coldly.

"Xiao Guan deserves to die."

"Then Xiao Feng should also die. Whoever I say should die, then he should die."

"Senior brother, are you here to make an appointment? After the New Year, on the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, let Afeng fight with him." After saying that, Mr. Jing pointed to the will of heaven.

"Ha, is life and death depend on fate?"

"Yes, life and death are fate." Old Jing nodded: "I think Afeng will collect the accounts at that time, ten times and a hundred times."

"Hahaha, okay, I'll wait, Jing Moxian, your temper has not changed. I'm just here to see you today, so let's see you later after the New Year."

"No," Mr. Jing said coldly.

"God's will, let's go." After the old man said that, he turned around and walked outside.

"etc……"

"What's up."

"You tried Afeng just now, then I have to try your successor." After saying that, Old Jing turned into a black shadow and rushed towards God's will.

‘Bang’, without waiting for the old man to react, Old Jing punched Tianyi’s chest, and the latter flew out and smashed towards the frozen lake.

With a "click", the will of heaven hit the frozen lake heavily, and the huge force made the ice crack.

‘Puff’, Tianyi covered his chest and squirted blood on the ice, unable to get up for a long time.

"Jing Moxian, you..." The old man was furious, "You are so brave, you hurt my people in front of me."

Jing Moxian succeeded with a blow, but did not take another move, but said lightly: "Senior Brother, don't you remember my temper? I have always protected my shortcomings. You won't know, if you hurt Afeng, then I will hurt him."

"Jing Moxian, you will regret it."

"Is that so? Senior brother, I will tell you too, if something happens to Afeng before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I will kill him even at the end of the world." Old Jing pointed to the will of heaven: "His life is in the hands of the senior brother."

The old man looked gloomy and looked at the will of heaven on the lake: "Let's go."

"Ahem, yes." Tianyi reluctantly got up, no longer the pride and arrogant he had just now. He shook his body and followed the old man and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Old guy..."

"Don't talk for now, I'll take you back." Old Jing shook his head at Xiao Feng and said to Nangong Ji: "Go back and treat his injuries."

"Yes." Nangong Ji nodded, obviously very satisfied with Mr. Jing's attack: "If you don't take action, I will also take action. Those ointments cannot be in vain."

"Han Shuang, right? How are you?" Old Jing looked at Han Shuang with red eyes.

Han Shuang shook her head: "Grandpa Jing, I'm fine."

Nangong Ji didn't make a sound, poked out a finger, pressed it on Han Shuang's wrist, and finally nodded: "I was just a little scared. There is no big problem, let's go back."
Chapter completed!