Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The flames gradually spread, and the flames seemed to be a big mouth, swallowing everything close to him with the breeze.

Fang Xing was watching all this, his cheeks trembled, and he said, "No hurry."

Yu Qian gritted his teeth and said: "Uncle Xinghe, don't go again... the fire will be big."

"Just make it big!"

Fang Xing stared at the front. If someone followed his gaze, he would find that he was not looking at the raging scholars at all, but at the businessmen and buddies.

The flames have swept through the five shops, crying loudly.

Looking around, half of Jinan City was illuminated by the flame that broke through the roof.

Countless people walked out of their homes regardless of the night ban, looking at the fire in the distance with anxiety.

Everyone is waiting for this collision, but it will be carried out in this way, no one has thought about it.

Where is Xinghebo?

He should stop this riot!

Shen Shitou stood just behind Fang Xing, and Yu Qian gave him a few glances without moving indifferently.

His task is to take Fang Xing away in a critical moment, as for the rest, that is not in his consideration.

Fang Xing won't ignore the bad luck of the people, he still believes this.

"Xing He Bo..."

Yu Qian begged for the second time.

Fang Xing shook his head slightly, and said, "I want to see if they dare to resist or accept it!"

Yu Qian was startled, and immediately said angrily: "This is not a college or a laboratory!"

Fang Xing’s mouth showed a weird smile, “Today they don’t do anything, it proves that the influence of the gentry is still deep-rooted. With time and the right time, they will make a comeback again, and that’s what I don’t want to see. For this... I want to see."

Yu Qian closed his eyes, slowly lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "But those people are innocent, we are sitting and watching."

"One quarter of an hour!"

Fang Xing stretched out a finger.

The chaos continues and continues to increase.

Reason is dissipating, evil thoughts are rising.

The shopkeeper buddies all ran to the street, watching their place turn to ashes.

Some were howling, some were cursing, some were dumbfounded.

"father!"

A young man was holding a baggage, and was chased by several scholars. A middle-aged man rushed out of the escaped crowd. He waved, "Yu'er, run!"

The young man was carrying a heavy burden, and he ran slower and slower.

"Yuer..."

A scholar smiled and chased up, threw the stick in his hand, hitting the heel of the young man.

"what……"

The young man fell heavily on the ground, but he was still holding the baggage.

He raised his head and shouted: "Father..."

The nosebleed spouting from his face stung the middle-aged man's eyes, and the scholar who was catching up behind stepped on his son's back with a foot, which is even more...

flame!

Flames are burning in the eyes of the middle-aged man!

"I call Nima!"

The middle-aged man trembled all over, he turned around and grabbed an old man's crutches, and rushed up crying.

The young man was beaten violently by two scholars, and the violent hidden in human nature suddenly erupted as the stick danced.

The screams will not stop the violence, but will stimulate the adrenal glands of the perpetrators.

The stick became more and more taboo, and when the stick was held high, a loud shout came.

The scholar who was about to beat the young man on the head raised his head and saw a pair of crazy eyes.

He swore that he had never seen such a look in his life.

What is it like?

A beast that protects its cubs?

Still crazy bull...

"father……"

Accompanied by this shout of joy, the crutches broke through the air and hit the scholar's chin heavily.

With a click, the scholar's head was heavily tilted to the right, blood and... teeth flying in the air!

Another scholar holding a wooden stick, dullly watched the father rush over and waved the cane for the second time.

These merchants! They used to be respectful to us.

He actually dared to do something to us, is he crazy?

"Dog bastard..."

The crutches hit the scholar's left arm with a crisp sound.

"what……"

Amid the miserable howling, the middle-aged man lifted up his son. Seeing that his nose was crooked, his lips were swollen, and he was limping while walking, he couldn't help wailing: "Dog bastards..."

He supported his son and stood in front, with two scholars lying down at his feet.

The readers in front watched this scene blankly, with flames rising to the sky around them, and the sound of heavy objects falling down from time to time.

Those businessmen were also watching this scene blankly.

What they saw was a father's roar and... fearlessness!

The surviving father looked at his son's tragic situation, and his anger rose again.

"Why?"

No one answered the lonely question, so he became even more furious.

"Come on! I'm here, come hit me! Come hit me!"

The middle-aged man hit his chest with the head of his cane, yelling at the scholars and provoking him.

"Still a little scared!"

Fang Xing said disappointedly.

Yu Qian shook his head and said, "Uncle Xinghe, do it."

Fang Xing nodded, then raised his right hand in the dark.

There was footsteps behind him, and the evil spirits gradually gathered.

Yu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, while silently sad.

He is sad for those scholars.

Those violent and cruel, and unscrupulous.

He remembered what Fang Xing had said.

——Most people hide a devil in their hearts. Once released, it can turn a gentleman into a madman; it can turn an honest person into a warrior!

And now there is a devil's play. Some people have become madmen, releasing their inner violence; while others have become warriors, challenging a group of lunatics alone.

"and many more!"

Fang Xing suddenly shouted, Xin Laoqi turned around and pressed his hands, and the sound of footsteps stopped.

"Xing He Bo..."

Fang Xing showed a little excitement on his face, and said, "See it for yourself."

When Yu Qian looked up, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his entire life.

The scholars were enraged, and then rushed over with their wooden sticks.

But this is nothing ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because on the opposite side, the businessmen and buddies have already begun to fight back.

"Fight! Won this year's wages doubled! Decoction and medicine all inclusive!"

Several shopkeepers were getting older and were agitating behind them.

"Fight hard! I'm dead to raise your family for ten years!"

The two sides slammed into each other, all kinds of weapons waved in the flames, and the screams were almost continuous.

After one face-to-face, according to the number of scholars, it was almost six to one, but he was still chased and beaten.

Encouraged by the rewards, those guys chased after him with no fear of death. For a while, they fled around the scene and chased them.

"The combat power is too bad, Wen can't Anbang, Wu can't defend the country, and they can't fight in a fight, waste!"

Fang Xing waved his hand fiercely, and Xin Laoqi shouted: "Strike!"

Puff puff!

This was not a battle, the main purpose was to deter, so when the neat footsteps sounded, the two groups stopped and looked into the darkness together.

Puff puff……

The sound of footsteps in the dark became faster and faster, and gradually, a row of arrays shrouded in steel appeared.

Looking at the darkness in the light is like looking down at **** in heaven.

So an army came out of hell!

Puff puff!

The sound of footsteps beating on the long street, and also beating on the hearts of those who are gradually sluggish.

"It's him!"

A scream broke the silence, and then someone shouted: "It's Fang Xing!"

In an instant, without any command, the scholars discarded their weapons, turned and ran towards the merchant, running like a horse, without the appearance of running away in embarrassment as they had been beaten just now.

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