The corpse flew upside down, completely embedded in the wall, smashing a large crack like a spider's web.

The eyes were wide open, the frightened color had completely solidified, the forehead was sunken, and there was blood mixed with **, flowing out of the seven orifices, and the head was hanging weakly to the side, and the death was miserable.

"Han Bing" didn't even glance at Tang Yuming's tragic situation, in her opinion, even if this kind of scum died, it would be difficult to wash away his deep sins.

At a glance, I knew that he was a veteran, and the maiden girl who had been harmed over the years estimated that she couldn't even count a pair of hands, and it was good to die, and Linbei City would have been a big disaster since then.

Han Bing stood up slowly, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and raised his hand to pinch his chest.

She looked at her and whispered, "Damn!

If you haven't eaten pork, haven't you ever seen a pig run?

Although Qin Tian in the sea of knowledge is still a chick, with his countless experience in reading films, it is not difficult to make a "C" judgment.

Although it is not a ravine, it is not as flat as it seems at first glance, at least in Qin Tian's opinion, this kind of Yingying grip, which completely fits the contour of the palm, is more appetizing to him.

Sure enough, a woman's bust is like a lucky bag, either you unpack it, or you grope with your hands, otherwise you will never know whether it is a small steamed bun or a big meat bun.

"It's hidden..."

Qin Tian couldn't help but sigh secretly, and quickly figured out the trick, not that Han Bing's chest scenery was not magnificent enough, but that her tall and slender figure was too scene-stealing.

Compared to the two, nature is not so spectacular.

"Hey, hey..."

"Han Bing" touched his chest again, and there was a lewd smile on his fairy-like face.

However, this smile didn't last long before she completely took it away.

In the divine sense, there were nearly a hundred breaths of different shades, approaching at a rapid pace.

This time the commotion was so loud that it was hard not to attract attention.

Of course, "Han Bing" didn't want to keep a low profile, the purpose of this trip was to uproot the power of the Covering Sea Gang.

Not to mention the slaughter, at least the elders and others don't want to run.

"Han Bing" looked indifferent, her eyes were deep, revealing the bearing of Mount Tai collapsing in front of her and her color remained unchanged, she raised her hand to the void and made a move, and Tang Yuming's body was ingested into her palm.

She didn't hesitate, grabbed it by the hair, and slowly dragged it out of the room, throwing it at her feet like garbage.

After that, "Han Bing" didn't have any superfluous movements, the phoenix eyes looked straight ahead, his hands were behind his back, and his skirt fluttered, like an independent Guanghan fairy, waiting for the other party to arrive.

Soon, the men and horses of the Covering Sea Gang arrived at the scene one after another, all of them were murderous, and surrounded "Han Bing".

"Han Bing"'s temperament is so outstanding that it has attracted almost everyone's attention, thus ignoring Tang Yuming, who fell to the ground like a dead pig.

It took seven or eight breaths of effort before someone gradually noticed his miserable situation, and the pot exploded in the field.

"Mom, am I too drunk?

"Old Fang, slap me quickly, I must be having a nightmare!"

"It's so miserable, my head has been beaten and deformed, I'm afraid it's completely hopeless..."

"Fuck, Tang Ershao is dead, and we all have to suffer!"

...

It is true that Tang Yuming is an inconsequential little character, but his grandfather Tang Xian, but the real power deacon of the Foreign Affairs Department, is not high, but he has a lot of power, and he is responsible for docking with the gangs, almost choking their lifeline.

Now his grandsons have died in the territory of the Covering Sea Gang for no reason, and they are just mud falling out of their crotch, and they are not or.

What's more, Han Bing was captured by them, and Tang Yuming was invited by them, so it was even more difficult to get rid of the relationship.

Not to mention the group of low-level bastards, even the deacons and elders, and even Wei Xiao, who had been wearing a dead face, couldn't help but have a drastic change in their expressions.

Although Tang Xian's hand could not be inserted into this village, if he was bent on revenge, he could cut off all the camps of the Covered Sea Gang in the main city and block most of their sources of income in one night.

You know, now you are in a gang, but no one will be stupid and angry with you, all of them look at the word money.

Once the capital chain is broken, the Covered Sea Gang will usher in a falling apart.

Therefore, at any cost, this woman of unknown origin must be left behind, at least on the bright side, to give Tang Xian an explanation.

Wei Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, and two substantial silver lights crossed the void, leaving a long-lasting trajectory, his sight was as sharp as two flying swords, as if he was about to pierce "Han Bing", and he said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

It is not prudent for Wei Xiao to deal with it.

Under the Jindan realm, it is absolutely impossible to break through the prohibition laid by him personally, and although Tang Yuming is a straw bag, his cultivation of building a perfect foundation cannot be faked, looking at his death, it is obvious that he was killed in front of him.

Then the cultivation of the person in front of him can be imagined.

"Han Bing" looked sarcastic, and said: "Before kidnapping people, don't you check the identity of the meat ticket first? Some people, it's not you stinky fish and rotten shrimp in the mud pond that can afford to provoke them!"

"Presumptuous!"

A sturdy middle-aged man stared at him and shouted violently, his muscles were sharpened like an axe and a chisel, his lines were distinct, and his skin was like a red-hot soldering iron, exuding boiling heat.

He is another deputy gang leader, Yan Hong, a tiger in the lower mountain, a martial artist in the early stage of the golden body, he clenched his fists so much that he crackled, and said angrily: "Gang leader, let me explore the bottom of this little girl's skin first." ”

"Keep your mouth alive. ”

Wei Xiao pondered for a long time and nodded, the martial artists of the Golden Body Realm have thick skin and flesh, and their vitality is tenacious, so they are indeed more suitable for taking the lead in the charge.

Agreed, Yan Hong licked the corners of his mouth, and his smile was hideous and cruel: "Little girl, I don't know your body bones, can you withstand my toss a few times?"

With that, he strode forward, and suddenly there was a roar of qi, and at the same time, he took off a ghost-headed knife from his waist and cut it diagonally into the chest of "Han Bing".

"I haven't touched enough!

"Han Bing" red lips opened slightly, and she scolded in a low voice, her pupils suddenly condensed into the size of a needle's eye, and the blue light skyrocketed, turning into a turquoise gauze and hanging on her body.

As soon as her jade palm swept from left to right, a dragon tassel spear fell into her hand, stabbing obliquely at Yan Hong's wrist holding the knife.

One inch long, one inch strong!

If Yan Hong didn't stop the offensive and hit "Han Bing" in the chest before the Ghost Head Knife hit him, his wrist would be pierced by the blade, and even if the recovery power of the martial artist of the Golden Body Realm was amazing, he would lose half of his combat power in a short period of time.

Seeing this, he stomped on the ground with his right leg, forcibly stopped his figure, and at the same time twisted his wrist, changed the cut to split, and in an instant, a three-zhang knife shot out.