C170 Trash He Tianlong
C170 Trash He Tianlong
Seeing the arrogant and despotic appearance of the yellow-hair, a pitiful expression appeared on Guan Yang's face.
Poor child, he was already on the verge of death, how come he still hadn't come to his senses!
The yellow-hair's words instantly attracted the attention of many onlookers.
"Aiyo, where did this beggar come from? Hurry up and get someone to chase him out!"
"It's so smelly, why hasn't the security come!"
"Young Master He is truly amazing. He has solved such a problem for everyone!"
"Everyone says that He family's Feng is strict, but now it seems that they all have a reason!"
"No matter what, Young Master He did well!"
Hearing the cheers from the surroundings, yellow-hair He Tianlong revealed a complacent expression.
At home, because he had a likeable second brother, He Tiande, no matter what he did, he would always be despised by his father.
Now, he finally had the qualifications to participate in the annual banquet at the Seven Great Sects' Assembly. Naturally, he was very pleased with himself. If his father knew about this, perhaps he would praise himself for doing so well.
Looking at Mystic One who stood motionlessly off to the side, He Tianlong couldn't help but have an ugly expression on his face.
"Hey, old man, you really don't listen to advice, do you? If you don't move, I'll do it myself. " He Tianlong berated sternly.
The onlookers on the sidelines were also berating him incessantly.
"You old man, this is not the place for you to come from." If you know what's good for you, then hurry up and leave this place, so that you don't have to suffer physical pain. "
"Young Master He, you don't need to waste words with him. Just take action, we'll all support you!"
"Throw this old man out!"
He Tianlong had not been ready to make a move at first, but after hearing the surrounding voices of support, he suddenly grew courageous.
With a fierce stride, He Tianlong appeared before Mystic One. He grabbed the old man's collar and glared at him fiercely. "Old man, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
At this time, Xuan LI turned his head over and stared coldly at He Tianlong with cold eyes.
"Release your hand."
It was just a simple sentence, but it seemed to have a tremendous killing power. When he was so close to Mystic One, the voice that seemed to be able to pierce through his soul caused He Tianlong's heart to palpitate with fear.
However, with an arrow on a bow, how could he just let go?
Gritting his teeth, He Tianlong mustered up his courage and fearlessly stared into Mystic One's deep eyes.
"Old thing, get out!"
As he spoke, He Tianlong tugged at Mystic One's clothes, gesturing for her to drag him out of the royal ball. However, something unexpected happened. Even though he had used all of his strength, Mystic One still did not move an inch.
"Aiya, I didn't realize it at all. You're such a heavy old man!" He Tianlong said in embarrassment.
At this moment, Mystic One lowered her head as she looked at the wrinkled layer of yellow hair covering her clothes. The rage in her heart was boiling.
"Damn!" This is the dress my daughter-in-law carefully selected for me before I left. "You yellow hair, how dare you blaspheme my wife!"
He Tianlong, who was standing to the side, had a stupefied expression on his face. However, before he could react, he had already made his move. A fist as big as a claypot was thrown right at him.
"Bam!"
In the next second, the fully spirited He Tianlong was sent flying by a fist in a sorry state. He landed on a nearby table and smashed a portion of his wine cup with a "hualala" sound.
Not only was He Tianlong himself stunned, even the surrounding spectators were also dumbfounded.
"This... This old man is so powerful. "
"To be able to send Young Master He flying with a single punch, this should at least weigh a hundred and fifty catties." This old man is really getting stronger and stronger with age! "
"Oh, come on. It was just a small matter. I've really gotten myself into big trouble this time!"
"When Sect Leader He arrives and sees his own son beaten to such a state, don't skin this old man alive!"
"Old man, hurry up and run!"
The crowd looked at Mystic One sympathetically, causing him to feel a little uncomfortable. He could no longer continue to eat the chicken drumsticks on the plate.
At this moment, the security guards finally arrived at the scene.
Seeing Mystic One's smug expression, the leader of the security guards waved his hand and five or six robust security guards charged forward with electric batons in hand.
Looking at the situation, Guan Jiu, who was standing next to Guan Yang, swung his wrist and a sharp knife fell into his hand. If Guan Yang hadn't suddenly stopped them, someone's neck would probably be bleeding already.
"Guan Yao, don't attack yet. You must know that he is my master! " Guan Yang whispered.
Hearing this, Guan Jiu's nervous expression slowly relaxed.
And Mystic One, who had been surrounded, naturally did not disappoint Guan Yang. Even though these robust security guards were holding electric batons in their hands, all of them, without exception, were knocked to the ground by Mystic One's hammer.
After an intense battle, the entire hall was a mess. Red wine and shattered glass were scattered all over the floor.
After dealing with the little brother, Mystic One stretched her wrist and looked at the security chief who was still standing at his original position.
"Hehe, just now I ate five or six chicken legs, I happen to have some indigestion." These trash are too much. I haven't warmed up yet. Now, only you are able to catch my eyes. "
Hearing this, the guard leader's expression immediately darkened, his black eyes burning with the flames of anger.
As he threw out his fists, an almost imperceptible green spiritual energy swirled around them.
"Martial cultivator?" Guan Yang revealed a surprised expression, but he quickly calmed down. "As expected of the Seven Great Sects' headquarters. Even the security guards are martial cultivators!"
Seeing this scene, Guan Jiu turned his head and asked worriedly, "Young master, will master Mystic One win? Do you need my help?"
Guan Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at Mystic One who was standing to the side. He then waved his hand towards Guan Jiu.
"With this Martial Disciple's standard, it's not even enough for Master to lift a finger!"
Before he finished speaking, the security guard had already sent a fist flying towards Mystic One. Just as he was one step away from Mystic One and was about to hit her, no matter how hard he tried to move his body, he was unable to move at all.
"This... This is... Pressure? " The security guard's face was filled with fear.
Mystic One snorted coldly as she flipped her wrist, throwing a punch right at the guard's head.
"Puchi!"
It was as if a watermelon had been smashed apart with a single punch. The security guard was instantly killed. Even his brain had been hammered out.
When the bystanders saw this scene, they immediately fled in all directions in fear, afraid that they would be the second person whose brains had been splattered.
Just as the audience was at a loss as to how to deal with this situation, a middle-aged man walked into the hall full of energy.
The moment he entered, he was shocked by the scene of him lying on the ground. His expression immediately turned grim as uncontrollable rage burned in his eyes.
"Who the f * * k did this!"