As soon as the two stepped onto the stairs on the second floor of Taoran Building, they heard a loud laugh, clear and exciting.

The two looked at each other: Yang Letian!

"Brother Leng, you're lucky!" Zhang Tianpeng grinned.

For a while, the princess no longer passed through Zhuque Avenue, and Taoranlou's business was much worse than before.

They didn't come here either. I thought Yang Letian wouldn't come here often, but I didn't expect that he would actually meet him.

Brother Leng was about to vent his anger, and Yang Letian was there.

Leng Fei showed a smile and stepped onto the stairs. He reached the second floor and glanced at him.

The second floor was very lively, with twelve tables sitting in total, one of which was Yang Letian.

Yang Letian sat in the main seat, with Sun Qingxue sitting next to him, and three young men were talking and laughing.

Sun Qingxue sipped tea lightly, smiling and didn't participate in their jokes, as if she was from another table.

She suddenly looked up and saw Leng Fei and the others, her bright eyes lit up.

Yang Letian's laughter came to an abrupt end.

His handsome face suddenly became gloomy and he sneered: "I'm the last name Leng, you are not dead yet!"

Leng Fei didn't even look at him, and sat straight to the table beside the window and looked at the Suzaku Avenue outside the window.

Sun Qingxue looked at Leng Fei carefully.

She heard from Yang Letian that the master of Chunyang Sect took action and had no life. She had been here in Taoranlou these days, just to know Leng Fei's life and death.

Zhang Tianpeng rolled his eyes: "Yang Letian, do you have the nerve to say? What's the skill to rely on the support of Chunyang Sect's masters!"

"It's better than relying on women to support you!" Yang Letian smiled disdainfully.

Zhang Tianpeng's black face became even darker. He gritted his teeth, took the wine pot handed over by the waiter, filled himself with a glass, drank it all, and suppressed his anger.

Leng Fei glanced at Yang Letian and seemed to see him: "Yang Letian, the master of Chunyang Sect is not here, do you still have the courage to come over, aren't you really afraid of death?"

"Oh, what a big tone!" A young man with square face shouted in a deep voice: "What is Brother Yang, what is your identity!"

Leng Fei said lightly: "Yang Letian, you have grown up and know that you have let the dog bite people!"

"Bang!" The young man with square face slapped the table, stood up, pointed at him and shouted: "Who is the dog you said?"

Yang Letian waved his hand and said disdainfully: "Forget it, Brother Hong, don't be as knowledgeable as him, he just likes to spray feces!"

"Oh, it smells so smelly!" Another pointed young man next to him hurriedly covered his nose and looked at Leng Fei with disgust.

Another young man with a round face was full of joy, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and he smiled at Sun Qingxue embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Miss Sun, it's so vulgar."

Sun Qingxue chuckled: "You should say less."

She knew Leng Fei's temper.

The round-faced young man said proudly: "Isn't it just the two travel guards in the cloud tower? They're a piece of cake to clean up their food. Brother Yang and Miss Sun don't have to worry about it. Let's do it for you and cook it well!"

They recognized the wooden signs between Leng Fei and Zhang Tianpeng's waist at a glance, and recognized them as the Guards of Dengyun Tower.

These two boys are very brave. They dare to be rude to Yang Letian. They really took Xiong Xin and Leopard's courage, and they were so arrogant.

This is a rare opportunity to invite you, and you must not miss it!

"Ah!" A scream scared the young man with a round face and quickly turned his head to look. The young man with a sharp face was covering his hands.

His right hand was nailed to the table by a silver chopstick, and blood quickly spread out on the table.

"Brother Jing!" The face of the young man with round face changed slightly.

Yang Letian said coldly: "This is another move, the one with the surname Leng, can you change it to something fresh? Don't always have such a despicable sneak attack or plot against it?"

Leng Fei gently swung the remaining silver chopsticks and turned into a silver light.

"Ah!" The square-faced young man's right hand was also nailed to the table, and he couldn't help screaming, and he stopped busy again.

Zhang Tianpeng put down his wine glass and smiled and handed his silver chopsticks to Leng Fei.

Leng Fei took two silver chopsticks and played around casually, occasionally glanced at the young man with a round face, or glanced at Yang Letian.

Yang Letian was tense all over his body, his face was calm, and he said lightly: "These three are the guards of Wangyou Tower."

Zhang Tianpeng glared at his eyes: "What's wrong with Wangyou Tower? You still beat him from Tao's other courtyards, let alone Wangyou Tower, you don't know how to die!"

He spitted at the round-faced young man with a look of contempt.

The young man with a round face had a violent ups and downs, his hair was about to stand up, and his eyes were wide open and he would yell.

"Ding..." Leng Fei's silver chopsticks tapped the silver cup.

The young man with a round face flashed quickly.

Then I found that I was overreacting, and Leng Fei just knocked on the cup with silver chopsticks.

His hair was raised, and he was angry, and he slapped the table hard and roared: "Bold you...ah!"

A silver light flashed and he screamed.

His right hand was also nailed, and severe pain came. He gritted his teeth and refused to scream.

Leng Fei didn't even look at him, but looked at Yang Letian playfully.

Yang Letian felt chilled.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Leng's hidden weapon has become more powerful, even better than the night he snatched his own sword!

"Haha..." Zhang Tianpeng laughed happily and shook his head and said, "Yang Letian, where did you come from to get these live treasures?"

Yang Letian said lightly: "Guardians of Wangyou Tower, you are in trouble!"

"Hehe, we're so scared!" Zhang Tianpeng laughed strangely and looked up and down at Yang Letian: "Do you think you can avoid Brother Leng's this?"

"If you really want to kill me, you can't survive." Yang Letian calmly: "You should know."

"Hey, isn't it just Chunyang Sect?" Zhang Tianpeng said disdainfully.

Yang Letian said: "You won't die, Leng Fei can't live, your woman can only protect yourself!"

"You're thinking too much!" Leng Fei said lightly: "Let you go home first!"

He slowly clasped the silver chopsticks.

The boiling murderous intent flowed in his heart. Yang Letian had already killed himself twice. It was not going well for a while and his depression accumulated. It was time to vent his strength, so he simply solved him!

"Slow down!" Sun Qingxue shouted.

Leng Fei frowned and looked at her.

Sun Qingxue said: "Young Master Leng, let it go this time."

Leng Fei shook his head gently: "I'll forget it, he won't let me go."

"Not bad." Yang Letian nodded calmly: "I must kill you."

"Then I can only do it early." Leng Fei shook his silver chopsticks.

"Ding..." Yang Letian suddenly slashed down with a sword, and the silver chopsticks fell into two pieces in the air.

Leng Fei stroked his palm: "Good sword technique!"

Yang Letian looked proud, but pretended to be calm: "Leng Fei..."

"Swish!" Another cold light shot out from Leng Fei's hand.

Yang Letian waved his sword with hatred.

"Ding..." The two halves of the flying knife fell to the ground.

"Shit and shit!" A series of cold lights shot towards Yang Letian.

"Dingdingdingdingdingdingdingding..." Yang Letian waved his sword into a ball to protect himself, and actually blocked all the flying knives.

Zhang Tianpeng was stunned.

Leng Fei's face was gloomy and he looked at Yang Letian up and down.

Yang Letian proudly returned the sword and returned to the sheath, and sat down calmly with a brush of his clothes: "Leng Fei, you have only this little ability."

"Yang Letian, you have another adventure?" Zhang Tianpeng shouted.

Yang Letian shook his head slowly.

Zhang Tianpeng snorted: "Isn't it an adventure to make it so rapidly? Could it be that you practiced it yourself?"

"That's right." Yang Letian said solemnly: "I understand a truth now!"

"What's the crap?" Zhang Tianpeng said impatiently.

He was eager to figure out how Yang Letian became so strong.
Chapter completed!