These yellow-clothed house slaves have cold faces, there is no emotion in their eyes, only killing intent, and their skills are indeed much stronger than those in white.

However, even so, Uncle Zheng and Uncle Wu did not take it seriously.

Wu Bo, who had been standing there quietly, his face was dark, and finally moved, his movements were very small, but the speed was very fast, and before everyone even noticed, he had already flashed in front of those yellow-clothed house slaves, and made a bold move!

One claw grabbed the other party's throat, lifted, smashed out!

Coherent!

The man was picked up by him like a chicken, and smashed out at a high speed towards a few yellow-clothed people behind!

The whirring wind hit, and the faces of the people behind them suddenly changed, and they only felt as if a big stone was hitting their heads! Before they could resist, they were smashed out and rolled to the ground, with unbearable pain in their chests, and they didn't know how many ribs were broken, and they spat out a mouthful of blood.

Uncle Wu succeeded, he couldn't afford any waves in his eyes, his expression was solemn, and he still rushed towards the remaining yellow clothes!

Raise your hand, raise your foot!

One will be mortally wounded and killed!

He doesn't play any bells and whistles, he simply crushes the opponent with speed and strength.

"How's it going, young man? Are you sure you won't let us go yet?"

The ten yellow-clothed house slaves were all overturned, and Uncle Wu dusted off his clothes in a very manly manner, and then looked up at Zeng Qingchang, who was pale-faced in the crowd, and said lightly.

"The surname is Zeng, let us leave if you know each other, don't go around when you can't eat!"

Uncle Zheng was very happy, having Uncle Wu make a move, it was like giving him a reassurance, he understood how strong Uncle Wu's strength was, so he was not afraid of the bluffing young man surnamed Zeng in front of him.

Zeng Qingchang stood there, looking at these people, silent for a long time, and suddenly raised his head and laughed, leaning forward and backward with laughter, tears coming out of his eyes.

Except for the people around him, everyone looked at him with strange eyes, thinking that he was sick.

"Interesting, interesting...... Donghai is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and as soon as my Zeng family made a casual move, they encountered hard stubble......"

Zeng Qingchang smiled and smiled, and suddenly his eyes became cold, staring at Wu Bo word by word and said viciously: "But you don't know, my Zeng family will always be the king of this Jiang Province! No matter how strong the turtle in the East China Sea is, can it suppress our giant dragon? You really think you have a lot of ability, right?"

"Do you think that our Zeng family really only has this means! I must bury all of you present with my own hands today! This is what will happen to you if you offend the Zeng family......

"Hahaha...... It's a set of words, but it's a pity that you want to scare us just by relying on your words, you have the ability, make a move, and we'll be ......"

Listening to Zeng Qingchang's words, Uncle Zheng next to him couldn't help laughing and mocking.

He thinks that Zeng Qingchang's kid is completely bluffing, but in fact, he doesn't have fart skills, such a son, he has seen not a thousand but eight hundred!

Laugh at......

However, before the music was finished, his ears moved, and suddenly he heard a slight sound of piercing the air.

He has been practicing martial arts for many years, and his skills are not weak, and he almost subconsciously judged that someone was sneak attacking.

However, as soon as he had this thought, before he could move, a green bamboo pole stabbed him in the chest, pierced through, and blood flowed down the old cyan bamboo.

Uncle Zheng's pupils widened, and he stared at the old man standing in front of him.

The old man was holding a green bamboo, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were closed, and he was blind!