Chapter three hundred and ninety-nine, master Wino

"You... " The old man blurred and pointed to Yang Feng in front of the eyes fog hazy, mouth is pungent alcohol.

"I. " Yang Feng is suppressing the ecstasy of the heart, the eye is bright, repeatedly nod.

"Who are you to disturb my sleep? " The old man pushed him hard, complained drunkenly, then rolled over and leaned on the other side to go back to sleep.

Yang Feng Body Askew, a face muddled.

He thought it was time to watch the master's ability, but also glad he finally had a way to live, but his words to Yang Feng immediately poured cold water.

The old man's drunk enough not to know his own apprentice?

"Hello, old man, don't sleep, quickly get up to hit people, hello? " Yang Feng grabbed the old man's arm to shake twice, no response.

"smelly old man, you don't get up, I die. " Yang Feng accentuates the strength on the hand, pushed old man a few again.

"Go away, don't bother me, I still want to sleep. " The old man impatiently patted open Yang Feng's hand, the body shrank forward, the wine gourd embrace in the bosom more tightly, just didn't wake up.

Yang Feng no language, it seems that the other side is not to wake up.

He was crouching, his fingers rubbing his chin, wondering if there was any way to wake him up in a flash.

Method has not thought of, surrounded by two people Yu family has lost patience, eye to eye, without a word, and sword.

Feeling the cool breeze coming from behind him, Yang Feng jumped up quickly and dodged it. When he turned his head to look, the place where he had crouched just now had been pierced by several men's long swords. It was conceivable that if he had not dodged it, i'm afraid I'M GONNA have to put some holes in my head.

Yang Feng's heart still has the palpitation pats the chest, the discontent complained two.

"Hey, you have to notify me at least, what kind of man sneak attack behind? " But look at the appearance of several people, also don't care about this reputation, as long as take his life.

Several people on the face of no ripples, continue to carry the sword rushed up.

Yang Feng had already been seriously injured. He could only break his head and try to dodge it. He did not dare to confront several people head-on. In the process of dodging, he did not forget to kick the old man on the ground left and right in an attempt to wake him up, however, the old man hit the bar with his mouth, as if he had taken several tons of sleeping pills, and would not wake up.

Time dragged, Yang Feng gradually physical exhaustion, dizziness, dodge action also slow down, his feet, black and green ground is full of fresh blood, it is from his body to sprinkle.

Yang Feng is aware of the end of the crossbow, several people's offensive intensified, surrounded around, moves with the Times, the target in his vitals.

Yang Feng sense the intention of the other side, kick and fly, borrow one of the tip of the knife, hard bounce, in the air roll over, behind a few people.

The other side is also very fast reaction, the next second will catch up with a sword, Yang Feng just stand firm heel, head still some dizzy, so dodge slow a beat, narrowly escaped the key, but still let the other side to succeed, right arm was chopped several times.

The cloth had been torn, the wound had deepened, and the color of the blood had become blurred.

Yang Fengtong's poured to inhale the cool breath, covered the trickle on the arm to come out of the blood, the facial expression is ugly.

It seems that today he was either hacked to death, or bled to death, while the man on the ground was lying fast asleep, I do not know when, has been snoring everywhere.

Yang Feng facial expression a Yin, an evil idea arises spontaneously.

He raised the corner of his mouth and, with a flash, swung behind the old man and lifted him off the ground.

Those several people see this, Sword Chase, Yang Feng homeopathy frame the old man's body, as a shield, let him in front of his shoulder knife.

When a few knife points are about to touch the old man's chest, several people immediately brake action, hesitated.

Yang Feng poked his head out from behind the old man, looked at them a few eyes, the corners of his mouth smile deeper.

A few people did not speak, but serious expression mutual exchange eyes, seems to discuss what, after all, their purpose only Yang Feng, if implicate other people, I am afraid is not good, how to say, now is also the rule of law society.

After a long time, a few people seem to have made a note, put away the tip of the knife, choose bare-handed to deal with Yang Feng.

A few people style mercilessly powerful, Yang Feng pull the body of the old man, and the other side of the fight, a few moves, but also let the old man a few fists.

The old man is still asleep, was not affected, Yang Feng could not help secretly Tut plaint, this person's skin rough flesh thick.

Immediately afterward, has one punch to be fierce but, Yang Feng has not been able to catch, lets the old man resist abruptly that one punch.

The fist hit the old man's chest with great force and made a muffled sound. The old man groaned and spit out his saliva and vomited on the man in front.

Yang Feng heart head sob, hurriedly slanted the head Piao eye old man's facial expression, saw to stare is about to jump out from the eye socket in the eyeball son, a face ferocious wrinkly tight facial features, alas painful howl.

Yang Feng couldn't help laughing at the misfortune, wondering whether to let him eat some bitterness again.

A few people stop an action, see not to hit Yang Feng, the face mutually quacks, the facial expression all is not good-looking.

Yang Feng ate them dare not implicate outsiders, then boldly up, directly the old man thrown to the head on several people.

A few people catch the old man, is a kick and punch, soon, found himself hit the wrong person, the old man to the side, and Yang Feng.

Yang Feng bent from a few people under the arm to flee out, roll to the old man side, once again will not recover the strength of the people up, and let him kick himself got a good beating.

The old man woke up from his drunkenness with a snort of blood.

He clutched his chest and crouched down. He coughed furiously, coughing up blood and losing the drunkenness of his face.

Several people see this, pause action, vigilant staring at his collapsed on the ground coughing trembling body, wait and see.

"I grass... ... " The old man kneads the bosom that inflicts severe pain, feel the body resembles to be run over by a few big trucks, painful hair.

Yang Feng saw him wake up, hands behind his back, pretending to know nothing.

"Shit, who hit me? " The old man raised his head and scolded bitterly. At the first sight he saw several people standing around him, still maintaining the posture of hitting people.

He Meng Ground Jilt a head to see to Yang Feng, the eye that explores will he from head to foot of survey one time.

Yang Feng Yang head, humming a ditty, the heart repeated muttering, I do not know, I do not know anything.

"Yang Feng, you little Brat, you dare to take your master as a shield. " The old man was furious, brandished wine bottle full of anger to cross to him, make a gesture to teach him.

The wine Gourd has not yet fallen, but the old man back suddenly came a cold, a soft sword with a flash of cold light has been close to his neck, only a second, can wipe his neck.