I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

Chapter 9 Ouyang Ke

This Ouyang Ke, dressed in a white brocade robe, looked like he was in his thirties, his eyes were flying sideways, his face was handsome, and he had a dash of heroism, which made Chen Feng feel a little ashamed.

He is just an ordinary person, and in front of the second generation of Wu and the second generation of wealthy people, whether it is his appearance or temperament, he considers himself insufficient.

The only advantage is that his vision is not limited to this world, he has a system in his body, and he is confident that he will not compare variances in the future.

"This person I am not an opponent for the time being, I can only rely on them."

Chen Feng glanced at the Jiangnan Seven Devils. His current strength is barely comparable to the weakest Han Xiaoying, a second-rate master, not even comparable to Ouyang Ke.

He still has self-awareness.

"Sir, help."

"Young Master, this person has done something to us, you have to avenge us."

Numerous women in white clothes were extremely excited as if they saw the savior.

Chen Feng's face felt a little hot when he heard it. Since the red envelopes are all on people's bodies, he is ordering red envelopes. Even if he doesn't have to have skin-to-skin relationship, he has to be within one inch.

"You dare to touch my people, and your hand can be cut off."

Ouyang Ke's handsome and handsome face immediately turned gloomy. He has always been lustful, and he specially collected beauties from all over the world to be concubines. How could he allow others to interfere?

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, but he was not frightened. He retorted: "It turns out that these female robbers belong to you. It seems that you are the leader of the robbers!"

"Looking for death!" Ouyang Ke's eyes gushed out like a tidal wave, and when he was on the ground, he rushed out with an iron fan in hand.

"Did you forget a few of us?" Ke Zhen'e leaned on his iron rod, made a muffled sound, and smashed it at Ouyang Ke.

when!
Ouyang Ke blocked it with a fan and frowned, "Who are you?"

He stopped and glanced at the broken floor, knowing that this person's strength is not simple, he did not continue to pay attention to Chen Feng, but fell on the six Ke Zhen'e.

"It turns out that you are the Seven Devils of the South of the Yangtze River, it just looks like that." Ouyang Ke sneered. He just fought against Ke Zhen'e, and he knew that he was stronger, so he couldn't help but say proudly: "Let's go together, let's see how much you have! "

"Insanity!"

Ke Zhen'e was furious, raised his stick and hit him.

"This forces me to give full marks." Chen Feng pouted and took a step back. Now it doesn't matter much to him, he just needs to watch the show.

He carefully looked at both sides of the fight, learned from his experience secretly, and soon discovered that Ke Zhen'e was indeed not Ouyang Ke's opponent.

Ouyang Ke's strength at this time is at least the level of the Quanzhen Seven, even a little more powerful than the Quanzhen Seven alone. The Seven Devils of Jiangnan barely managed to tie Qiu Chuji when they joined forces. All the way up.

As soon as he thought of this, the other five people saw that Big Brother couldn't win, so they rushed up and started the siege mode.

The corner of Chen Feng's mouth twitched, and he found that the scene at this time was very similar to that of the woman in white beating him just now.

Do people in the martial arts world like this?

"Dengzizi, take your life!"

A sharp sword stabbed over, and at some point, a few women in white recovered a little and sought revenge on him again.

"Why are you courting death, I don't want to kill people."

Chen Feng said helplessly, and then his face changed. It turned out that several women in white who were in full bloom with Ouyang Ke were staring at him.

"Good men don't fight with women, don't care about you, slip away!"

After muttering, he patted Guo Jing: "They are so many, let's go!"

"But the masters?" Guo Jing was worried about a few masters.

"Jing'er, listen to him, go first, wait for us at the next place!" Han Xiaoying added, now that the enemy is strong, it is not good to stay.

"Oh." Guo Jing then followed Chen Feng to retreat.

"Get on the horse and go!" Chen Feng blocked the attack with his sword, helped Guo Jing ride the little red horse to go first, and then slapped his sweaty BMW with a whip backhand.

The horse was in pain, and took the initiative to run, Chen Feng chased after him, pulled on the saddle, the internal force poured into the soles of his feet, jumped up like a spring, landed on the horse's back, and left behind dust.

The woman in white also caught up on horseback, but found that the speed was far less than that of the little red horse, so she could only watch Chen Feng and the two go away like a gust of wind.

"Damn, they both ride sweaty BMWs!"

"Grab those old ones and see if they will come back!"

"Yes, go back and help the son!"

Several women said a few words, and then returned with murderous intent.

The first time he rode a sweaty BMW, Chen Feng felt like he was riding a sports car. The earth quickly receded under his feet, and the scenery rushed towards him. The world was like a picture that kept going backwards.

"Haha, what a joy!" Chen Feng laughed loudly, the horse's hooves under him were beating anxiously, feeling the gust of wind blowing on his face, his heart was extremely happy.

Guo Jing, however, was not in the mood to enjoy it, and was a little worried: "Brother Chen, will my master and the others be in danger?"

Chen Feng was pulled back to reality by these words and comforted: "Don't worry, your masters are all old rivers and lakes. If you can't win, just run away."

Seeing that Guo Jing was still worried, he said angrily, "Do you have so little confidence in your master?"

After letting Guo Jingan settle down, the two of them went all the way for a long time and stopped to rest after they were sure that Ouyang Ke's people couldn't catch up easily.

After eating some dry food and taking a rest, Chen Feng was ready to open the ten red packets he got later.

He was a little excited. Ten, he had never gotten so many at one time. Thinking of this, he couldn't wait. He rubbed his hands together, and when he thought about it, ten red envelopes appeared in front of him.

He hit ten points straight!

"Ding, congratulations on winning a gold tael!"

"Ding, congratulations on winning the half-year power draw!"

"Ding, congratulations on getting the basic poison technique!"

"Ding, congratulations on the low-level swordsmanship!"

……

"Ding, congratulations on winning a tube top!"

Chen Feng looked at the rouge, sachet, and tube top that appeared in his hand, especially the tube top with a little fragrance, and he couldn't bear it any longer.

"Fuck, this can also be drawn! Is this going to make me go further and further on the road of being a hooligan?"

The system actually explained: "Except for the person who condensed the red envelopes, the host can theoretically extract anything, including abilities, physiques, etc."

"Why didn't Guo Jing get these messy things." Chen Feng was a little speechless, these are useless to him.

"Because he is the protagonist of this world, the probability of drawing good things is higher." The system took it for granted.

Chen Feng took the opportunity to ask: "Can we draw the same thing from the same person? Or the same thing can be drawn repeatedly on different people."

"No, the same item can only be drawn once."

"Can you take everything you draw with you?"

"Yes, it also includes the host's own cultivation skills, all perceptions, and refining things, but does not include other things."

Chen Feng frowned: "The time is up, will I go back immediately?"

"Yes, once the time is up, you will be forced to return, and you cannot leave until it arrives."

"No human rights." Chen Feng complained.

The system did not return.

Chen Feng can only ask as many questions as possible, lest the system will ignore him next time.

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PS: The system asks for tickets
(End of this chapter)