Late at night, the friends at the banquet had already drunk and lay on the ground, only the two brothers Yang Feng and Yang Xiaoyi were still touching each other's cups on their shoulders, but the two of them were already dizzy and hazy.

Five or six servants walked in, looked at each other, and immediately stepped forward to pull the two of them apart.

"Young master, it's late at night, the little one will help you go back to your room to rest!"

"No, I want to continue drinking with my third brother!"

Waving his hand fiercely, Yang Xiaoyi yelled at Yang Feng, who was being pulled away.

Yang Feng also smiled and shouted: "Second brother, don't run, let's come to three hundred altars again, dare not, hahaha." ”

"What would you not dare?

Come again!"

Yang Xiaoyi was struggling to climb back to Yang Feng, but his legs had long since stopped obeying the call.

The little guys who were supporting on the side couldn't cry or laugh, and persuaded: "Young master, you're drunk like this, let's rest quickly."

Besides, Yang Gongzi also wants to rest, so we'll help him to the guest room!"

"What room to go to?

Come to my room, I'm going to have a night talk with my third brother tonight!"

"Yes, I'm going to fight with my second brother for another 300 rounds, and I'll take the wine to the room, hahaha!"

Both of them are playing drunk, looking up to the sky and shouting, and never give up.

The little guys who were supporting each other gave each other a look, and they forcibly pulled them away.

At the beginning, the two were still awkward, twisting their bodies constantly, but they didn't leave.

But soon, the two of them were already drunkenly bowing their heads, completely drunk, and snoring.

It would be much easier for those little guys to carry them away.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Xiaoyi was carried back to his room, snoring and dreaming.

Yang Feng was swept to a secluded place in the back mountain, and the swishing cold wind kept blowing.

There, twelve men with murderous aura had been waiting for a long time.

With a wave of his hand, the little guy threw Yang Feng's drunken body to the ground, and then respectfully hugged his fists to the twelve.

The leader waved his hand, and the little man withdrew.

Then, the twelve people looked down at Yang Feng, only to see that at this moment, Yang Feng's buttocks were pouting higher than the sky, his cheeks were on the dusty ground, and he was still dripping, and from time to time he had a dream sentence and muttered: "Well, good wine...... It's just that this wine is not pure, why are there impurities in it, "Bah, ......" "Big brother, just such a drunkard, the head of the family actually let us act together with the twelve demons, isn't it too much of a trivial matter?"

With a smile, a man in black looked at Yang Feng's ghostly virtue and immediately said with disdain.

The leader glared at him fiercely and scolded: "Stupid, the head of the family let us act together, not to deal with this little rabbit cub, but to prevent the young master from stopping it."

There are 12 of us, and we have a care.

As for this kid, which of you will solve it?"

"Kill this kind of person, I'm afraid of dirty my hands!"

"That's it, this kind of nameless junior, just send someone to slaughter it, why do we have to do it ourselves?"

"Don't ruin our reputation!"

...... Hearing his words, a group of people in black immediately disliked it and competed to shirk it.

Fortunately, now Yang Feng is so drunk that he is unconscious, otherwise, seeing their attitude, he would have to be angry like thunder.

What's the matter, brothers, picking off the head of me, the leader of the Holy Fire Sect, have you been wronged?

I haven't said anything about the one who was killed, but you murderers are arrogant, grandma! The devil boss didn't seem to be able to stand their picky eating behavior, and immediately his eyes were angry, and he shouted: "Okay, the task arranged by the head of the family, you still pick and choose, don't you want to live?"

Old Twelve, you do it, be quick.

Others, go around and keep watch, lest anyone come out and obstruct them. ”

Oh! Seeing that this humiliating errand had fallen on the head of the twelfth brother, everyone immediately cheered and dispersed.

The twelfth came to Yang Feng with an unhappy face, and said hatefully: "I know that bullying me, killing such an unconscious drunk, and spreading it out has no face, what is the difference between this and killing a pig?"

Lao Tzu is a member of the Twelve Demons, and it is too condescending to do such a thing with no technical content!"

"Alright, don't talk nonsense, hurry up. ”

Seeing that he kept muttering and not moving, the boss immediately urged.

Twelve's face sank, the light flashed in his hand, he took out a long knife with an impressing aura, and asked, "Boss, the ten-rank spirit soldier, cut off this kid's head, okay?"

"With your strength, even if this kid is a martial king master, it will be almost the same with a six-grade spirit soldier.

But ten products are ten products, hurry up, and you have to go back to the master of the family to return to your life. ”

Oh! Nodding his head, Twelve raised the long knife high in disapproval, and then aimed it at Yang Feng's head, which was still snoring, and slashed it fiercely.

However, when he heard a cracking sound, the long knife shattered into slag in response to the incredulous gaze of the twelve, and Yang Feng's head was still intact.

Even, Yang Feng didn't even feel it at all, he was still falling asleep with a lazy smile on his face from time to time, and he didn't know what good dreams he dreamed of.

"What's going on?"

Hearing the movement here, the demonic boss hurriedly stepped forward to take a look, but saw that the old twelve were stunned, and he was completely stunned.

What a hard head! His face couldn't help twitching, and the old twelve said incredulously: "Big brother, I used all my strength to chop down with a ten-grade spirit soldier, and he actually shattered the spirit soldier.

What the hell is he doing with this head?"

"No, he is drunk and unconscious now, and without any defense at all, even if he is a third-order peak master of the Martial King, a ten-rank spirit soldier should easily cut off his head, how can it be ......" The demon boss was also stunned, and the rest of the demons who came to watch were also confused by the second monk, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know why.

Licking his somewhat dry lips, the demonic boss tightened his fists and roared: "Take the twelve-grade top-grade spirit soldiers, this time I will go personally!"

"Yes!"

A flash of light flashed, and a gong-sized Bright Moon Meteor Hammer appeared in the demonic boss's hand.

The demonic boss's eyes froze, and he used all his body strength, and knocked it down Yang Feng's sleeping head, and even used a heaven-level thunder martial art: "Heavenly Thunder Hardening, Twelve-grade Advanced Martial Arts, Thunder God Breaking Sky Hammer!"

There was an explosion, and the entire mountain peak was shaking incessantly.

In an instant, the entire back mountain was completely covered by a white sea of thunder.

Yang Xiaoyi, who was sleeping in the house, straightened up and said in a daze: "What's the matter, where is the earthquake?"

But soon, he rolled his eyelids again, collapsed on the bed, and went back to sleep.

Li Zhendong, who was having a meeting in the secret room, felt this surging power, but he was so angry that his face twitched, and he scolded: "What's the matter with these twelve demons?

Tell them to be careful, don't let Xiaotian find out, why is there such a big commotion?

It's just a matter of dealing with a drunken young cub, is it so strenuous?

A bunch of shit, huh!"