"Ye Zirong, aren't you going to take the college entrance examination? Lao Tzu will see how you still take the exam!" Huang Zhiqiang wanted to break the right hand of the divine needle hand, so that he could not take the college entrance examination.

The green dragon tattooed man, that is, the boss of the Snake Gang, is a well-known leader in the Roman Street area, and is well-known in the entire mountain city.

He was so strong in martial arts that he picked up a steel pipe and dragged it on the ground to the Divine Needle Hand, and a spark appeared on the tile floor.

The divine needle is used to store the dantian, concentrate on vigilance, and use the fighting spirit to do a good job of defense.

There was a hint of arrogant ridicule at the corner of Brother Long's mouth, but his face maintained the calmness and calmness of a big brother in the rivers and lakes, even if he walked to Ye Zirong, he did not show a trace of unusual emotions.

"Zirong, Zirong, who are you messing with, but you want to provoke the people of the Earth Snake Gang? Now my old Qin can't save you, you just accept your fate!" Qin Shuiwen, who was trembling with fright on the ground, couldn't help but sigh.

It was only for a moment that a white light moved, and he knew that Brother Long was really angry, he made a decision to kill, and the steel pipe was aimed at the right wrist of the divine needle hand, like thunder, and the hand fell and fell, and smashed towards Ye Zirong fiercely.

The power of the divine needle hand dantian erupted suddenly, he carried his strength in the arm, his right hand just touched the iron, and he reversed it with a force, and supported the steel pipe with the iron net, and the two hands were quickly linked, and the steel pipe was stuck by the mesh hole of the iron net.

Brother Long was suddenly startled, immediately raised his head to look at the sky, and vigorously pulled out the iron tool in the iron net, and the Zhishen needle hand just twisted his hand slightly, and the steel pipe was released from his hand.

The handle staggered and kicked several steps away, hitting his head against the wall.

Seeing this, the young warrior's expression was fierce, and he immediately wanted to make a move.

He tried his best to get off the plate, jumped three times vertically, his body was like the wind, and he had reached Ye Zirong in an instant, and before he could come back to his senses, he was strong in his legs, and a sharp "roundabout kick" smashed Ye Zirong's waist again.

Thinking that Fang Cai has already let this kid eat a kick in the waist and eyes, and then give another kick, see if you can still stand it? The shadow of the warrior's legs changed, from bottom to bottom, the leg strength became stronger and stronger, and where he landed, the iron net was also "chirping".

What a great leg method?

The magic needle was in the palm of his hand, and he pulled up the two ends of the iron net, twisted it hard, and stood up directly.

The warrior's kill flashed through his waist and kicked him in the ass.

The Divine Needle Hand swooped forward and slammed straight into a warrior who was holding the iron net, intending to break through from there, otherwise he would die in the iron net.

"Damn!" Thinking that he was super talented, and his martial arts were overwhelming this kid, but he avoided killing him again, and the warrior couldn't help but scold.

This young warrior immediately became powerful, his body trembled, and he swept straight towards the divine needle hand, like a dragon running and a tiger leaping, an elephant swept his nose, fierce as a god, and kicked Ye Zirong in the face without any difference.

Ye Zirong's face was in pain, and he couldn't help but stumble and fall directly to the ground, and the three martial artists who were pulling the iron net circled around again, strangling him tighter.

When Qin Shuiwen saw this scene, he screamed again and again: "It's over, it's over, it's really over now." He quickly closed his eyes.

The divine needle hand lay on the ground, knowing that it was not the opponent of these warriors, even if he resisted, I am afraid it would be in vain, so he sat back and waited, thinking that his right hand would let them break it, and then he would use the orthopedic technique to heal it.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly heard the sound of flowing water in the dantian in his body, which finally condensed into grains, and fell from the Mud Pill Palace into the Huang Court with a "bang".

He knew that it was the gold liquid in his body that had begun to condense.

"Master Ao, I can't imagine that your martial arts are so high that you have entered the realm of transformation, in this way, if the two factions can join forces, you can sweep the mountain city, invincible, when the time comes, we will have the wind and the rain, and the future must be very splendid!" Brother Long saw that this young martial artist had defeated the divine needle hand within a few moves, and he was simply a master of boxing, so he immediately gave up his hand and wanted to be good friends with him.

Brother Long is worthy of running the rivers and lakes, and his head is very clever.

The young warrior retracted his martial posture, calm as constant, but unmoved.

Brother Long made a few jokes, but he still refused to stop, staring at this young martial artist with burning eyes.

The warrior who was pulling one of the corners of the iron net immediately showed a look of disdain on his face, and said, "This matter will be discussed later, you go and abolish this kid's hand first!"

Brother Long nodded, directly found a knife, and walked towards the Divine Needle Hand.

The consciousness of the divine needle hand was already blurred, and the breath in the yellow court in his body was extremely hot, and suddenly, that burst of breath came out, Ye Zirong let out a long roar, and his body stood up straight again.

His whole body was full of indestructible power, and in an instant, the divine needle turned his hand into a grasp, and the iron net on his body was torn and pulled violently, so that the general came out, and the strength was several times more than usual, and in the dark, he found that his physique had actually advanced to the realm level of the late stage of the martial arts.

With a burst of "clicking and ......" sounds, the iron net was torn to pieces.

The divine needle hand was like a great achievement, and he wanted to make a few more moves, he held the iron chain in his hand and swiped it hard, and the three warriors who trapped him were immediately overturned to the ground by the broken net.

The muscles on the young warrior's face trembled, and he hurriedly used a move to defeat the enemy, and with one move, the supreme iron fist was like a dragon and a tiger, and he killed Ye Zirong on the temple side of his head.

This is really a killer move. The warrior must have already started to kill.

The divine needle hand rushed into anger, seeing that the killing was coming, he didn't hide or hide, and a move of the Sun Wood Emperor Hercules Fist was out, and the warrior was shot a foot away.

The warrior sent out an internal force to stabilize his body, but he felt that the remaining strength of the divine needle hand was strong, and he couldn't hold it for a while, and he actually fell to the ground.

Brother Long, along with his subordinates, who had seen such a domineering fist before, were immediately frightened and ran out of the clinic one by one.

Huang Zhiqiang even ran away.

But the Divine Needle Hand followed closely behind, and pulled him back.

Fighting snakes and hitting seven inches, catching thieves and capturing the king first, all these things were done by Huang Zhiqiang, how could he let him slip away and stay out of the matter?

"Huang Zhiqiang, you can't go yet!" Ye Zirong grabbed his collar and threw him hard, throwing him on the wooden chair in the corner.

Huang Zhiqiang suddenly felt dizzy, a buzzing sound echoed in his mind, and when he glanced at Ye Zirong again, it was like seeing a knee ghost like dust and smoke, which frightened him into a chill in his heart.

But with a vengeance, his mind has gotten out of control.

"Go! Give it to me! Kill him! Lao Tzu will give another 200,000!" Huang Gongzi was like a crazy jackal, and he killed several warriors.

The young warrior got up from the ground, held back his eyes, and with an eerie aura on his face, he said, "I want 500,000!"