My wife is a sword god.

Chapter 52 Conflict
Under everyone's gaze, Qin Feng walked up to Peng Qing and asked, "What's going on?"

Shopkeeper Peng glanced around, stepped forward and whispered the ins and outs of the matter.

It turned out that someone leaked the news this morning, and it was revealed that only the third floor of Mochizuki's drinking water was provided, and the other two floors were not provided.

Originally, with Shopkeeper Peng's ability, he gave some small favors and dishes to ordinary people, and this matter was exposed.

But who knows, just as Shopkeeper Peng was about to deal with it, someone in the crowd suddenly expressed his dissatisfaction, and then it fell into the frying pan like a drop of water. More and more people responded, and the matter became more and more unmanageable .

After Qin Feng heard this, he looked around. If someone hadn't been behind this incident to fuel the flames, he wouldn't believe it even if he was killed.

But who would it be?

After turning around, he locked his eyes on the most vicious man he called out earlier.

Perhaps it was because Qin Feng's aura was too strong, and he was dressed like a young man. The man being stared at was not as arrogant as before, but rather timid, as if he had a guilty conscience.

Qin Feng squinted his eyes, looked at the money bag on the man's waist, and showed a meaningful expression.

"Brother, we at Wangyueju have no grievances or enmities with you, why are we making trouble here?" Qin Feng approached the man with a condescending attitude, scaring the latter into a cold sweat.

The man flinched a little, but when he touched the purse at his waist, his expression changed, and he still gritted his teeth and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about. You Wangyueju treats them differently. You only provide drinks for the nobles, and you don't allow us common people to drink." Talk?!"

The people around heard the words and started whispering again.

Qin Feng patted the man's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, forget it, how much the people behind you gave you, how about I give you double? Let's let it go."

The man was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "I don't understand what you are talking about! I have something else to do, so I won't talk nonsense with you here."

After saying these words, the man wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Qin Feng who hooked his shoulders.

"What are you going to do? I'm just telling the truth, but you still have to do it!"

"Look at what you said, poor hospitality is our restaurant's dereliction of duty. As the boss, I naturally have to compensate the guests." Qin Feng smiled and showed his literary skills, but in the blink of an eye, the man's waist The money bag in the room was cut open.

"I don't have time to spare, let me go!" The man, guilty of guilt, did not dare to linger, he broke free from Qin Feng's arm, and wanted to escape, but because of too much movement, Qian Liang fell from the broken hole and scattered all over the ground .

A casual glance, to say the least there are more than a dozen taels!
The crowd suddenly became commotion, the man was dressed like ordinary people, how could he carry so much taels with him, you know, a dozen taels of silver is at least the income of a family for several years!

Reminiscent of what Qin Feng said earlier, the answer is ready to come out.

The man panicked and hurriedly picked up the money on the ground, trying to escape, but when he looked up, the woman in blue was holding a sword in both arms, looking at him indifferently, blocking the way, and the man was paralyzed on the ground in fright. .

Qin Feng had a deep meaning: "It's really amazing to have so much money with you. I don't know where brother can find a way to earn so much money. Why don't you introduce it to me?"

As he approached step by step, the man was sweating profusely, and the defense line in his heart was about to collapse.

But at this moment, Wangyueju heard footsteps on the stairs, and one of them sneered: "The eldest son of the Qin family is really majestic, where does other people's money come from, it is his freedom, what has it to do with you?
Do you really think of yourself as a character? "

Everyone looked for their reputation, and the person who spoke was the young master in a yellow robe, followed by two guards, who should be warriors, but their expressions were a little stiff.

"Ye Luoting." Qin Feng saw the other party's appearance clearly, paused every word, and the context of the matter became clear in an instant. Behind all this, it really was the ghost of the city lord's mansion.

These people are really idle.

If it was in the past, Qin Feng might still pretend to say hello to Ye Luoting when he talked about his personal feelings and sophistication.

But the matter has come to this point, the faces of both parties have been torn, Qin Feng naturally didn't bother to care about the other side's face, he didn't point at the other side's nose and call him a bitch, it was already very good.

"Hmmm cough, Young Master Ye is fine." Too bad, almost subconsciously swearing, Qin Feng covered his face to show his embarrassment.

Unfortunately, that word was still heard by Ye Luoting, and he immediately angrily said, "Are you going to call me a bitch just now?!"

Qin Feng hurriedly defended: "You said this yourself, I didn't say it, everyone is present, you can testify for me."

The people looked at each other in blank dismay, no one dared to identify him, one was the son of the city lord, and the other was a nobleman at first glance, neither side was easy to mess with.

Lan Ningshuang couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing with a snort, but the scene was wrong, and she quickly restrained her expression, returning to her previous appearance.

But this laugh made Ye Luoting furious. Men are good at face, especially in front of beauties.

"I am the son of the lord of Jinyang City, you dare to insult me ​​in front of everyone, how courageous you are!

Come, take him back to the city lord's mansion to wait for his punishment! "

Jinyang City is a small city, and the government organization is not perfect, so the City Lord's Mansion can exercise many rights, which also makes Ye Luoting used to be arrogant and domineering.

The two warriors with stiff faces heard the order, and immediately shot out, one from the left and the other from the right. Their palms were like sharp claws, piercing the wind, as if they wanted to lock Qin Feng's shoulder blades.

Naturally, Lan Ningshuang would not let these two succeed, with a flash of figure and a wave of her long sword, she intended to make the other party throw a mouse.

But these two warriors, instead of hiding, wanted to grab the sharp blade with their fleshy palms!

Lan Ningshuang frowned, flicked her wrist, and flicked her sword blade, sending out a sword aura that shook the two of them away, and at the same time, a sound like Jin Ming sounded in her ears, and looking at the two warriors, they were completely unharmed !
How can it be?

Lan Ningshuang looked surprised, copper-skinned and iron-framed, indestructible with a sword, that is the realm that can only be achieved by the fourth rank of Shenwu with golden light.

But judging from the strength of these two, at best they are better than ordinary seventh-rank martial arts, far from reaching that level.

Maybe it's because they have practiced martial arts for body training?

Seeing this, Ye Luoting's eyes were excited. When he came here in the morning, his father appointed these two people by his side. He did not expect that the two people who came back from the dead would be so powerful now.

In the past, it was simply impossible for these two warriors to take over the sword energy.

Immediately full of confidence, he shouted loudly: "What are you doing in a daze, if this person dares to resist, then break his limbs and drag him back to the City Lord's Mansion!

Who dares to stop it, all together! "

After the words fell, the two warriors set off again, and Lan Ningshuang stood in front of Qin Feng with her sword in her hand, with a look of wariness on her face.

But at this moment, two giant black hands emerged from the shadows under everyone's feet, holding the two warriors tightly.

Five grades of ghosts, the means of puppet shadows!

Finally came Qin Feng raised his brows, turned his head and looked, Si Zheng Shi Ziming was walking slowly with a big wine gourd on his back.

(End of this chapter)