Chapter 1221

There was an instant commotion here.

The son of Prince George, the representative of the royal family, tried to persuade him, but Beverly stopped him.

"Don't go up." Beverly stopped and looked at Xu Zhendong and others. With a smile, she said, "let them make trouble. We didn't see them when we came to the door."

"This... Xu is our benefactor. We can't stand by like this!"

"I has the final say, I can't disturb you." Beverly's voice was a little harsh, and her eyes swept over the royal family.

Everyone said that they would not go forward.

It's looking at the situation here.

But I saw a red wine bottle smashing at Xu Zhendong's head.

Xu Zhendong grabbed the wine bottle, looked at the man and said, "poor scapegoat."

After that, he kicked and flew directly, then hit the table not far away heavily. There was a glass of red wine on the table. The red wine spilled down and drenched him.

Has been unable to get up, miserable, I do not know how many ribs in the body fracture.

"Huaxia people, you are getting angry. Give me a call."

Five or six tall ordinary people rushed up with red wine bottles. They were very aggressive and determined to kill him.

Bang Bang

The body flew straight across and smashed in all directions, causing bursts of screams.

Xu Zhendong stood there calmly, picked up a glass of red wine and tasted it slowly. He was very leisure.

"Who else?"

Xu Zhendong's eyes scan the public, some lazy appearance, that kind of indifference.

"Xu, you are the benefactor of the royal family of our country. I shouldn't have said anything about you, but you made a mistake first. You hit people. That's your mistake. Now you should receive the same punishment."

Finally, a warrior, a white man with the highest strength, with a slightly fierce face, pointed at him and spoke loudly.

"So you're going to hit me?" Xu Zhendong is still lazy and doesn't look at him.

"It's you who's fighting!"

The warrior waved his fist. It was really many times stronger than the ordinary people before. He came with a roaring wind.

There are a lot of ordinary people here.

They are both afraid and looking forward to seeing the hand of the warrior. The hand of the warrior must have strong destructive power.

Ordinary people quickly stepped aside to watch the fighting.

This man has a powerful fist,

But Xu Zhendong immediately pats, directly pats him to fly, disappears in the dark night.

Since he is a warrior, he doesn't need to be so conservative. He disappears in the sky.

"This..."

"How many people are speechless. How can you say that the warrior in the realm of the peak of external strength can be regarded as the number one person in the small platoon in the martial arts world. "

"It seems that Xu Tianjun is not only a warrior, but also powerful."

"Powerful? Are you funny? There is more than one earth immortal here. Anyway, if you beat our warrior, Xu Tianjun will be disabled even if he doesn't die today. "

"Yes, as early as yesterday, I vaguely heard that Frederick Gaskell was very dissatisfied with him. Tonight, he will definitely do it."

"It's not only Frederick Gaskell who is hostile to Xu Tianjun, but also the Chinese who has offended more than one person. All the people who wanted to marry Beverly before are his enemies."

"Frederick Gaskell is one of the sixteen barons of the Holy See. It must be a wonderful evening, as long as the royal family doesn't stop him."

"Oh, you think too much. If the royal family wants to stop it, they have already done it. Why wait until things get worse and worse?"

These people are looking forward to the fight tonight.

Chinese Xu Zhendong was talked about by these Europeans, almost no one would like to stand on his side, helpless, but can look indifferent.

Xu Zhendong did not look nervous. He picked up a piece of dessert and ate it. He said, "there is a little too much sugar. I may not be suitable for sweet food."

"Huaxia people, should I say you are arrogant or stupid?"

Stand out a warrior, master level, holding a glass of red wine, a bit leisurely, leisurely, slowly said.

"You can say I'm fearless!" Xu Zhendong watched him come over, held out his glass, touched him gently, and then said, "cheers."

So calm, never seen.

"You don't know who you're facing, do you?" "I'm Ferdinand..." the master said with some satisfaction

"Stop!" Xu Zhendong stretched out his hand to interrupt him and said, "I'm not interested in your name. I can't remember your long and awkward name. You can directly pick the point and say," I'm very busy. There are too many delicious food here. "

"You..." the master was angry, his eyes almost smoky.

It's an insult to him to dare to interrupt him so directly and despise him so much.

The onlookers and people in the secular world were also very angry.

They are all partners in Europe. He is the only Chinese here, but he is so arrogant.

"Is this Chinese looking for death?"

"It's too arrogant. I'm afraid the royal family can't keep him."

"Even Beverly can't save this arrogant Chinese. He will be disabled if he doesn't die tonight."

"In my impression, Chinese people are modest, polite, reserved and polite. There has never been such an arrogant and arrogant person. What's the matter with this person?"

"Oh, Huaxia is a sleeping lion. When he sleeps, he is very gentle. When someone provokes him, he will be furious. His anger is hidden in his heart. Once it breaks out, it will be more cruel than us."

"What about fury? Today, he offended the people of the Holy See. The one who was shot by him just now was the Marquis of the Holy See. Although he was at the bottom of the list, he was also the one who was canonized. The Holy See will not let him go. "

"The holy see is the most powerful organization in Europe and the United States. Its terror is unimaginable. It seems that this Chinese can't live any longer."

Although hearing these people's words, Xu Zhendong is still fearless and does not care about their words.

He was more interested in the Holy See.

One of the eight famous swords is the blue sea hell of the Holy See. One day, he will stir up the Holy See and take away the famous sword.

"Hua Xiaxu, if you are a doctor, you must have the consciousness of a doctor. Don't think that if you have a little martial arts cultivation and get the protection of the royal family, you can be fearless. That's because you don't know who we are!"

The master was very proud and spoke with great confidence. He said aloud again:

"We are the disciples of the Vatican, the largest organization in Europe and America. I am the marquis. I am a powerful warrior who can beat you to death when I raise my hand."

"Holy See, marquis." Xu Zhendong looked up and said with disdain: "I heard that your Vatican has seven titles. The lowest one is the military Baron, and then the marquis. You are just the second from the bottom. What's to be proud of? You are not the most grass-roots trash. Don't you feel ashamed to come here and shout?"

"You..." the master was annoyed by him again, and continued: "originally, I intended to let you climb from my crotch and let you go, but now I should pay attention to it. If you climb from my crotch, I'll leave your whole body, otherwise, I'll leave you dead."

"It's interesting, but when you want to treat others like they are, you have the consciousness to bear the same treatment." Xu Zhendong looked at him and said, "are you going to leave a whole body or no bones?"