Chapter Ninety-Five: Flower Monk
"Aunt Qiong, go quickly, he is just trying to force grandpa to treat him, and he won't do anything to me. Duanmu Hibiscus saw An Qiong rushing in single-handedly, and immediately shouted.
The situation at the scene was completely within her expectations, Chen Debiao was just trying to survive, and the Duanmu family was his last straw, until the last resort, Chen Debiao would definitely not do anything to her!
But if An Qiong falls into their hands, it will be difficult to say!
"Hehe~Where to go??Such a beautiful lady sent to the door, isn't it too sorry for God's gift?"
"Xiao Hibiscus, don't be afraid, they are a bunch of garbage, they can't do anything to me!" An Qiong's IQ is obviously not as good as Duanmu Hibiscus, but she just wants to save people.
"Aunt Qiong, since they have investigated you clearly and dare to do it, they must have something to rely on, you ......" Duanmu Hibiscus couldn't help but shake her head, she was speechless about An Qiong's IQ, perhaps, except for Naiko who is older than her and eats ten years more than her, nothing else is good.
However, Duanmu Hibiscus immediately paused halfway through his words.
Because, she saw Zheng Ye!
Zheng is actually here!
He, he's here to save me?
He...... Could it be that under his cold exterior, he actually has a fiery heart? Could it be that he has been moved by me?
The moment he saw Zheng Ye, Duanmu Hibiscus completely relaxed.
She knew she was saved!
Not only that, she was also very happy in her heart, she just looked at Zheng Ye stupidly, no longer spoke, and looked a little lucky!
"Go, let's see if she can be as good as she was investigating!" Chen Debiao waved his hand at his subordinates.
"Hmph, I don't know if it's alive or dead!" An Qiong snorted coldly, and moved in an instant.
At this moment, An Qiong is like a crazy tigress, with a fanatical face!
Facing the ten tattooed men opposite, she was not afraid and rushed directly into the crowd.
A carp jumped over the dragon gate, jumped directly from the head of the big man at the head, and with a palm in the air, it was firmly imprinted on the man's vest.
"Poof~" Under An Qiong's palm, the tattooed man spewed out a mouthful of blood mist and fell directly to the ground!
"Crackling!" An Qiong is like a fierce beast that has broken into the flock, opening and closing, like a fish in water!
The corners of Zheng Ye's mouth curved an arc, and he chuckled and said to himself: "There are actually two more!
"Ahh
"Poof~"
A moment later, all ten strong men fell to the ground.
An Qiong, a woman, actually defeated ten big men easily!
"Hmph!" An Qiong straightened her hair, tucked away her little suit, and glanced at Zheng Ye who was standing in place as she turned her head.
The eyes are full of disdain and threat!
Then he looked at Chen Debiao, arrogant!
"Pap~papa~pap!" A man behind Chen Debiao wearing gold-wire glasses, a suit, and a tie immediately applauded!
"Yes, yes, Kongtong hollow palm, it's really ruthless!" The man with glasses smiled gently, just like his decent suit, gentle and elegant.
When An Qiong heard this, her complexion changed instantly!
"Who are you?
You must know that after she followed her senior sister out of the sect sixteen years ago, she deliberately concealed her hollow palm, and sixteen years have passed, and the traces of the hollow palm have been very faint.
How can the average person see it?
"Who am I?hehe, I'm your wishful husband!" the man in glasses smiled lewdly, his eyes staring at the snow-white An Qiong exposed outside.
"Looking for death!" An Qiong's face was cold, and her hands turned into a knife again, and she rushed forward directly.
The man with glasses smiled, with one foot, he jumped directly over Chen Debiao in the wheelchair, and instantly exchanged his hands with An Qiong.
"Oolong milkman!" turned out to be a palm technique, and it directly took Anqiong's 38 big F!
Seeing such an obscene move by the man with glasses, a cold light flashed in An Qiong's eyes, and a set of Kongtong palms had already come out, which was even more fierce than the ten big men he had just fought again!
"First type, gravel!"
"Bang!" An Qiong's angry palm and the glasses man's outstretched palms collided, and a muffled sound erupted!
"Second type, ground splitting!"
Just a finger's distance was hit by the glasses man's chest, which made An Qiong even more angry, the momentum of the second palm suddenly mentioned, his feet kicked the ground suddenly, and his body rushed towards the glasses man horizontally.
"Haha, it's good to come! Buddha Lotus sits down and waits for Guanyin to come!" The man in glasses laughed, but instead of the slightest fear, the door opened wide and fell backwards violently!
"Shameless!" An Qiong slapped and passed by the man with glasses,
And in mid-air, he was plucked by the glasses man on dry land and kicked heavily in the lower abdomen.
"Poof~" An Qiong was kicked off the spot and fell heavily in front of Zheng Ye.
The man with glasses clapped his hands, and a carp stood up.
"Hehe, Mei Jiaoniang, did my husband kick you just now?"
"Poof~"
An Qiong held her lower abdomen tightly with one hand, spit out a mouthful of blood from her mouth, struggled to get up, and looked at the man with glasses in disbelief, puzzled!
With a fiery woman who is one against ten, she didn't hold up two moves under this Sven glasses man!
"Aunt Qiong!" Duanmu Hibiscus was very distressed when she saw An Qiong injured, she had no parents since she was a child, and An Qiong could be said to be her closest person.
"How is it possible? A master who has almost stepped into internal strength, and is obviously a master of horizontal training! How could Chen Debiao invite such a master?"
"Who the hell are you?" An Qiong stared at the bespectacled man's face.
"Ha, haha, hahaha, lady, the poor monk is your wishful husband!" The man in glasses smiled proudly.
"Poor monk, master of horizontal training! You...... You, you are the flower monk of Huanxi Zen!" Suddenly, An Qiong's pupils shrank suddenly, and she was shocked.
The man with glasses pretended to regret it, and reached out to give himself two mouths: "Bah, bah, why did you accidentally say it!...... Now that you already know, hehe, then you won't hide it for your husband. Anyway, after today, no one here will say anything. ”
As he spoke, Monk Hua smiled, reached out and stroked his hair,
The thick black hair was directly brushed off,
That's a wig!
After the wig fell off, a big bald head appeared in front of everyone.
And there are six dark brown scars on the top of the head!
"Sure enough, Monk Hua, you, you're not dead yet, hmph, no wonder Chen Debiao can invite you, yes, you really smell like each other!" An Qiong roared angrily, her eyes already showing a look of despair!
"Hehe, Mei Jiao Niang is so worried about the poor monk?haha, don't worry, the poor monk will immediately compensate for your concern!"
"Mr. Hua!" Chen Debiao reminded in a curt.
"Oh, hehe, don't worry, okay, then let's help you solve the matter first. Monk Hua rubbed his shiny head and took out the phone.
An Qiong covered her lower abdomen with one hand and slowly retreated, until she was just in front of Zheng Ye, and then whispered: "Boy, we are in danger today, this flower monk is a big master, although he has not yet entered the internal strength, but he has practiced kung fu horizontally, which is comparable to the early stage of internal strength, and he is a well-known flower thief, he was already infamous twenty years ago, I will desperately block him later, you take the opportunity to pull Xiao Hibiscus away!"