When Fang Xing was like a landlord and wealthy, he rushed to the door of the No. 1 freshman with a group of servants, Zhu Zhanji had already arrived.

"Brother Dehua, don't be impulsive!"

Zhu Zhanji was a little worried when he saw Fang Xing's appearance and hurriedly stopped him in front.

Fang Xing glared at his eyes, and Fang Xing, who was in the Northern Expedition, seemed to have come back: "Do not let go! If you don't urinate Zheng Heng today, I will take his surname!"

After saying that, Fang Xing pushed Zhu Zhanji away and rushed in with the people.

Zhu Zhanji stomped his feet and turned around and shouted, "Follow them all, if you have the wrong momentum, please give it to me!"

"yes."

Jia Quan immediately followed him in with more than a dozen guards.

When he arrived at the second floor, Fang Shiyi was taking his friends outside a room. When he saw Fang wake up, he said in surprise: "Master, you are here."

Fang Xing saw that even the women who were helping the kitchen were present with kitchen utensils, and nodded: "You should do whatever you should do when you go back. Here... there will be some movement immediately. Everyone is watching the guests, and they say it's the master, I'm practicing boxing upstairs!"

Fang Shiyi saw that Xin Laoqi and his servants were ready to go, so he quickly took his people downstairs to explain to the guests.

"Brother Dehua..."

Zhu Zhanji had just shouted, but Fang Xing rushed in.

"Go up!" Zhu Zhanji shouted in anger. Zheng Heng was a long-time general after all, and he was worried that Fang Xing would suffer a loss when he entered.

In the largest private room on the second floor, there are now a crowd of guests, and Zheng Heng is sitting directly opposite the door.

"Wuan Hou, Fang Xing dared not come, right?"

Sitting on the left was a young man with a handsome appearance and a little wide chin. The only disadvantage was that his eyes were a bit evil and his face was pale.

Behind Zheng Heng was a row of big men. Although they didn't wear a knife, they were full of a strong aura. If you feel more sensitive, you can still feel the bitter evil spirit.

"What the Marquis of Fuyang said," Zheng Heng said proudly: "The Fang Xing just suddenly stood up. Without saying anything else, just relying on the guards behind me, they could sweep across Fangjiazhuang!"

The Marquis of Fuyang was about to praise him, but the door was pushed open from outside. He turned his head in shock and looked...

"Fang Xing..."

"Jung Hyung!"

The eyes were facing each other, and Mars seemed to be splashing in the void.

"You're Fang Xing?"

Fuyang Hou asked frivolously.

Fang Xing stared at Zheng Heng, ignored the young man at all, and shouted: "Zheng Heng, your son's leg is broken. Do you want to become a cripple today too!"

boom!

Zheng Heng's brain was suddenly aroused and drowsy. Thinking of Zheng Neng, who gave up and howled at home every day, his body trembled.

"You are looking for death!" Zheng Neng's case was Zheng Heng's scar. Now that he was revealed by Fang Xing, he suddenly became crazy.

"Bang!"

In a rage, Zheng Heng overturned the table, and all the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks flew towards Fang Xing.

Fang Xing took a step back and his body moved left instantly.

After a burst of crackling inside, Fang Xing saw Zhu Zhanji looking at him with a nervous look on his face, and grinned at him.

"Jung Hyung! Death!"

After Fang Xing rushed in again, he happened to bump into Zheng Heng who rushed out.

"Do you think I'll be fooled?"

Zheng Heng waved his arms proudly and swept backwards. His arm swept to the side of the door.

"Bang!"

Fang Xing was shocked by the door and stepped back a few steps and said, "You actually wear an iron arm guard?"

Zheng Heng said with his eyes lit up: "Do you think I will be fooled for the second time? If you don't break your legs today, I will not be surnamed Zheng!"

"Woo!"

Zheng Heng swept over again, and at the same time he kicked the ball insidiously.

"careful!"

Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but shout when he saw this scene.

"Marquis Wu'an is indeed brave. This person is in trouble today!" The Marquis Fuyang opened the folding fan and sang it proudly for a few times.

But Fang Xing's reaction was quick. He jumped back and avoided the kick. At the same time, he put his right hand into the wide sleeve and rushed forward bravely.

"You are seeking death!"

Zheng Heng slapped his chest and made a metal sound, and then he went up to him without fists and kicks.

Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but stamp his feet and said, "Why are you so stupid!"

Since Zheng Heng was armed all over, Fang Xing's wrestling trick was mostly a failure.

"Oh hahaha..." Seeing this scene, Fuyang Hou couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Master, dodge!"

Xin Laoqi was also shocked and rushed over immediately.

Xiaodao's right hand moved, and a little cold light flashed.

Bang!

But before everyone could react, Fang Xing had already collided with Zheng Heng.

Fang Xing was hit and his ribs hurt. Just as both sides separated, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his "sinful right hand" in his sleeve...

Sizzling...

Just when everyone thought Fang Xing was about to be finished, he and Zheng Heng stood opposite each other like friends, and then staggered back out.

After Zheng Heng's body trembled violently for a few times, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Bang!"

Zheng Heng's body collided with the floor and made a huge sound, and then...

"Har Wu'an actually peed?" Someone pointed at the water stain under Zheng Heng and said in surprise.

"Wu'an Hou vomited..."

Everyone present looked at Zheng Heng, who was lying on the ground with his body trembling slightly. For a moment, the other party's martial arts awakening was greatly admired.

"Marquis Wu'an is a master! But he was fucked by Xing and Bo after a meeting?"

"And Xing and Bo were still sick some time ago, otherwise they would have thought that Wu'an Hou would have been beaten out!"

"Tsk tsk! If you hit the shit, who would be willing to come in this room in the future!"

“…”

There were a bunch of people pointing at the door, but Fang Xing swept over the things on the ground. When he saw the throwing jar of wine, he couldn't help but think: Who asked you to drink so much?

You can't hold your urine before a fight!

The scene was only dull for a moment, and Zheng Heng's guards rushed over with a shout.

Fang Xing clapped his hands and walked out. As for the guards behind him, there were naturally Xin Laoqi and others who were dealing with them.

"Brother Dehua is indeed hidden!"

Zhu Zhanji was surprised.

"Overall, the third in the world."

Fang Xing was modest, then turned around and watched his servant beating Zheng Heng's guards.

These servants were trained by later generations. They were powerful in fighting alone and had a full group fight skills.

The number of people on both sides was equal, so at the order of Mr. Xin, the servants adopted a cooperative tactic, and the two of them were in groups.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In just a few minutes, the ground was covered with people. Fang Xing looked at the people who were still sitting in the same place and asked, "Who are they?"

Zhu Zhanji frowned and said, "I know one, Marquis of Fuyang, who is the son of the emperor."

Fang Xing's mind turned around and asked, "But Li Maofang?"

"It's him." Zhu Zhanji's tone was not very good. It seemed that the cousins ​​did not get along well.

The three brothers of Princess Yongping and Zhu Gaochi were both born by Empress Xu, but her son-in-law Li Rang, the former Marquis of Fuyang, died early. The son Li Maofang, who was left behind, was said to have seen countless girls long ago under the indulgence of Princess Yongping.

After seeing Zhu Zhanji, Li Maofang swayed over and said frivolously: "Your Highness, this man broke my supper today. Do you think he should pay for it or not?"

Zhu Zhanji's face was cold: "Marquis Fuyang will go back quickly if he drinks too much and avoid getting involved in other people's affairs."

"Ha ha ha ha!"
Chapter completed!