Everyone was completely shocked when they saw Feng Wuchen pressing Luo Chengwu to the floor and rubbing him.

After all, Luo Chengwu was the eldest son of the Luo family and had reached the ninth level of the Heavenly Lord Realm. How could he be pinned to the ground so easily by a useless person with no cultivation?

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

"boom!"

While everyone was in shock, Feng Wuchen raised his fist, aimed it at the man's head, and punched him several times!

After a few punches, before Luo Chengwu could react, he vomited blood and turned into a pig's head.

"Brother Luo..."

"You...you are bold!"

"Hey! Of course I'm bold! Do you even need to say this?"

Feng Wuchen chuckled lightly, stood up suddenly, grabbed the speaker's hair, and threw him down!

"puff!"

In an instant, another person’s head blossomed!

Some people saw the clues to Feng Wuchen's instantaneous action.

"What a strong physical body...he is a physical practitioner!"

"He...he is not a waste! He is a physical practitioner!"

"Ah? Run...run!"

Seeing Feng Wuchen risking his life and taking action in Lan Yue Pavilion, all the disciples of the aristocratic family suddenly panicked and fled in all directions.

But how can their speed be faster than Feng Wuchen?

All of a sudden... this gifted banquet has become a chaotic affair. Feng Wuchen transformed into the God of War and joined the flock of sheep like a tiger, beating whoever he caught.

A group of Shuzhou aristocratic children headed by Luo Chengwu were chased by Feng Wuchen throughout the hall, and were in a state of panic.

Anyone who had spoken rudely to Han Ying just now was beaten to death by Feng Wuchen and cried for his father and mother.

At this moment, all the spectators thought this guy was crazy!

Is it worth it to risk your life just for a moment of excitement?

However, the few people who were beaten up by Feng Wuchen had no time to care about anything else and just kept begging for mercy.

"Stop...stop fighting..."

After everyone begged for mercy, Feng Wuchen stepped on Luo Chengwu's head.

Luo Chengwu spat out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes, which were already swollen to a slit, were full of resentment.

"If you...are...my flower...I will..."

"Boom!"

Feng Wuchen kicked down again, completely trampling this guy's head into the floor.

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, it's not a good thing to say..."

But at this moment.

"Miss Yinzhu, hurry up! It's too late, maybe my friend will be beaten to death by those children of the aristocratic family..."

With this slightly anxious voice.

Mo Xuanying was seen leading Yin Zhu towards the hall with an anxious look on her face.

However, after entering the hall and seeing the mess on the floor, the two of them were stunned at the same time.

"Mo... Mr. Mo, who is your friend?"

Mo Xuanying twitched the corner of her mouth and pointed at Feng Wuchen, "He..."

Yin Zhu turned his eyes and looked at Feng Wuchen, his eyes suddenly changed.

"Feng... Mr. Feng..."

Immediately, the look in Mo Xuanying's eyes completely changed, "Is Young Master Feng your friend?"

Mo Xuanying was confused. After she realized what she was doing, she quickly changed her words, "Ah...ah...yes...no...Actually, I just met him by chance. The reason why I called someone for him was all out of humanitarianism. What he did

These things, uh...have nothing to do with me!"

After saying that, Mo Xuanying took a step back, as if he wanted to draw a clear line with this guy.

"I see!"

Yinhuan nodded.

"Master Feng, are you the one who knocked these people down?"

Feng Wuchen nodded, "Yes! Is this guy asking you to save me?"

Yinhuan nodded, "Yes! It was Mr. Mo who said that his friend was surrounded by several children from aristocratic families and asked me to come to rescue him. I didn't expect that it was you, Mr. Feng!"

The scene in front of him was completely beyond Mo Xuanying's expectation.

Logically speaking, Feng Wuchen should have been arrested by Lan Yue Pavilion for beating someone in Lan Yue Pavilion.

But judging from Yinhuan's tone, there's no intention of dealing with Feng Wuchen?

Something's wrong...

Something is so wrong!

Seeing that Yinhuan's attitude towards Feng Wuchen was wrong, Mo Xuanying frowned and quickly asked, "Do you... know each other?"

Yinhuan smiled and said, "Young Master Mo is joking. Of course we know Mr. Feng!"

Mo Xuanying was startled, but before he could speak, Luo Chengwu, who was stepped on by Feng Wuchen, said weakly, "He...he hurt people in Lanyue Pavilion! Lanyue Pavilion...doesn't he care?"

Yinhuan chuckled lightly, then took a bell from his waist and shook it slowly.

"Jingle Bell……"

As the bell rings.

The next moment, everything in the entire hall fell into a state of stillness.

But at some point, an old man in black robe appeared in the hall. As the old man snapped his fingers, the young people watching around him instantly became dull and their eyes were dull! ??

Yinhuan saluted respectfully, "Thank you clan elder!"

The old man, who was called the clan elder, raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at a few people, "Is a quarter of an hour enough?"

Yinhuan nodded, "More than enough!"

"..."

The old man didn't reply, but turned into a wisp of black light and disappeared on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Mo Xuanying couldn't help but take a deep breath.

But he knew the origin of the old man. He was a powerful Tianzun realm sent by the Zhongtian realm Ming family to guard Lanyue Pavilion.

The old man just now exerted some kind of power, which not only made all the spectators lose their minds, but even erased their memories.

For Lan Yue Pavilion to treat him like this, Feng Wuchen's identity is definitely not as simple as a son-in-law!

At this time, Yinhuan Chong asked Feng Wuchen respectfully, "Master Feng, how do you plan to deal with these people?"

Feng Wuchen was silent for a moment and said, "The families behind these people are all powerful forces in Shuzhou. Will it be difficult to do Lan Yue Pavilion?"

Yinhuan had a fake smile on his face and shook his head, "What Lanyue Pavilion does is a business! There is no question of whether it is difficult or not, only whether it is worth it..."

Feng Wuchen chuckled, "Anyway, only the last 10% is left! You have the final say as to how far we can go!"

Yinhuan smiled and nodded, "I understand! Mr. Feng... How many of them are they?"

I won’t see the sun tomorrow!”

After hearing these words, all the disciples of the aristocratic family suddenly panicked.

"You...what are you going to do?"

"Isn't Lanyue Pavilion afraid of revenge from the forces behind us?"

"..."

Facing everyone, Yinhuan had a different look, and her tone was slightly cold, "Who are you, and you dare to challenge Lanyue Pavilion? If you want to blame... I can only blame you for offending someone who shouldn't be offended!"

Someone come!”

Following Yinhuan's order, several men in black appeared in the hall.

"Take it down!"

"yes!"

"..."

Feng Wuchen never expected that Lan Yue Pavilion would go to this extent for him.
To be continued...