The strongest all-around bodyguard

Chapter 765 Conflict
Mr. Jiang smiled proudly, curled his lips and said, "Whether he admits it or not, the Kunlun lineage is the slave of my Jiang Ji family. This is a fact."

At this time, Lin Fan's eyes suddenly became cold and permeating. No one would be happy to hear that others regard him as a domestic slave. Only then did he understand why the master didn't want to say more at the beginning, and he didn't want to talk to those two. An ancient surname doesn't hold any favors either.

If he hadn't still retained a bit of reason, Lin Fan would have wanted to fight the crime and teach this ignorant lunatic a lesson.

"Are you full? Let's go." Lin Fan said with embarrassment, like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time, and it is about to reach the critical point of eruption.

Emily didn't understand who those people were talking about, and she didn't know much about the Chinese practice world, but from Lin Fan's tone and demeanor, she still saw some clues.

When it was time to be awkward, she would play a bit of a temper, but now Emily knew that it was not the time to get angry, so she nodded immediately, and stood up obediently.

Just as the two were about to go out, suddenly there was a crackling sound from the side. After the young master Jiang and the disciple of the Zongmen exchanged words several times, the two sides finally couldn't hold back and started to move their hands.

In the eyes of these people, the cultivation and strength of the clerks of the Religious Committee are like small fish. They are not even qualified to help, so they can only hide from the sidelines and watch the battle.

Lin Fan originally wanted to go downstairs, but at this moment, seeing that the two sides had developed from a verbal confrontation to a physical confrontation, he stopped instead, wanting to see how capable this raving Young Master Jiang is.

The one who started the attack was Mr. Jiang, who was single and weak. The monk's ridicule aroused his anger. He sat there and threw a ceramic plate full of seafood in front of him towards him. .

This seemed very abrupt, but the monk on the opposite side was always on guard. Seeing the opponent's attack, he stretched out his arm to protect his body, turned one hand outward, and wanted to catch the plate in mid-air .

But Mr. Jiang's force was very strange. When the monk's fingers pinched the edge of the plate, the plate suddenly flipped up, and suddenly accelerated, covering the monk's face.

It was too late for the monk to change his tactics at this moment, he could only watch helplessly as the plate was lying across his face, and the soup inside was pouring down his head and face.

"Hmph, seeing that you are suffering from chanting scriptures every day, please eat something oily and shut up your stinky mouth." Mr. Jiang said proudly with one blow.

This suddenly angered the sect disciples on the opposite side, especially the monks inside, because the opponent's move was not only trying to embarrass them, but also insulting their beliefs.

In an instant, four or five monks surrounded Mr. Jiang and launched an attack together, with their palms flying and moving up and down.

Mr. Jiang sneered, with contempt on his face, he didn't even stand up, he just leaned back, put his hands on the ground, with his feet horizontal in the air, and kicked out all four feet like lightning.

These four kicks were like thunder and lightning, extremely fast, the four monks had no time to dodge, they could only raise their palms and collide with each other.

The four monks retreated at the touch, their bodies trembled, and they couldn't help taking a step back, staggering on their feet, a blush flashed across their faces, their palms drooped, and they quickly disappeared into the monk's robes.

Lin Fan's sharp eyes immediately saw that the four monks had suffered a lot in the fight just now. Their palms drooped weakly. If they hadn't hidden their palms just now, others would have seen them It can be seen that the victory and defeat have been divided.

After Mr. Jiang kicked all four legs, he turned over again and sat there firmly, as if he had never left the bench on his body.

"It's up to you, hmph, are you worthy of fighting with me?" Mr. Jiang said with great pride, stretched out his hand and flicked his pants, extremely arrogant.

Seeing this, the other disciples of the sect couldn't hold back their anger any longer. One by one, they pulled out their weapons and spread out, surrounding Young Master Jiang with an arrogant face.

Seeing that the conflict was about to expand, a voice suddenly came from downstairs: "You are all my honored guests at the Louvre. Now that the ceremony is coming up, it would be somewhat disrespectful to do it in front of a large audience."

As the voice sounded, a middle-aged man with a white beard, a thin body, and a fairy-like face came up from downstairs. His face was as deep as water, and no emotion could be seen from his expression.

After walking upstairs, the middle-aged man slapped Mr. Jiang and those disciples of the sect, and said in a calm tone: "Several, if you give me face in the Louvre, this matter will be turned into a small matter. how?"

Mr. Jiang stood up, bowed back, and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry, I taught a few ignorant lunatics and caused trouble to Elder Xue, sorry."

Although those disciples of the sect were late, they couldn't be bothered in front of their master at this moment. They turned around and saluted one by one, without saying anything, they turned their heads and walked downstairs.

After all the sect disciples left, Elder Xue looked at Mr. Jiang with a smirk and said, "Mr. Jiang, my Louvre Palace has my Louvre rules. I hope you can restrain yourself a little here and don't let me Difficult to do."

Mr. Jiang looked at each other with a smile, and sighed softly: "The Louvre has rules, but my Jiang family's children also have their own bottom line. If people don't offend me, I won't offend others. It's about saving face. It's all mutual, and we pay attention to coming and going. "

Elder Xue and Mr. Jiang looked at each other, the surrounding atmosphere not only did not become lighter, but became heavier instead, and the eyes of both sides collided with sparks in the air.

After staring at each other for a while, Elder Xue suddenly smiled and said slowly, "Hehe, since that's the case, I won't disturb Young Master Jiang's meal."

After finishing speaking, Elder Xue turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, Ye Mei and the white-clothed man also came out from the private room and stood not far away to watch.

The man in white stared at Mr. Jiang with lightning-like eyes, and muttered to himself, "Not bad, not bad, he is qualified to be my opponent."

Mr. Jiang seemed to have sensed something, he turned his head to look at the man in white, and nodded slightly.

The man in white also cupped his fists and cupped his hands at Mr. Jiang. Both of them felt the aura of tyranny from each other, and both saw a similar side from each other, and they felt a little bit of sympathy for each other.

Disciples from the Louvre around came forward to clean up the mess on the ground, and everyone sat back in their seats one after another.

(End of this chapter)