"Black Boss, I'...... Hack you to death!"

"Whew!"

Whoa!

More than 100 warriors, one by one, rushed to the air, slashed out a knife, and ran away!

Quiet!

The audience, deathly, quiet!

In an instant, thousands of heroes, all brushing, looked at the second elder.

"Hei Senpai, ...... is this?" a young hero asked tentatively.

"These wastes!" The black-robed old monster looked angry: "The people of Lingxiao Pavilion, relying on the assistance of the Instrument Sect, are too much of a thing!"

"That's it, I'm a black wind and a double evil, what kind of character is that, how can I do this?" the white-robed old monster roared angrily.

……

Lingxiao Pavilion, halfway up the mountain!

Looking at the foot of the mountain, the group of Guoben warriors, and the remaining more than two hundred warriors, all fell into collapse.

There are only more than 100 warriors in the Imperial Dining Pavilion, and now they all pay the money, and they are running away.

And the rest of the warriors are the Black Wind Shuangsha, who have been secretly recruited from all over the world in the past three years.

At this moment, they were all a little apprehensive, and they didn't understand what Wang Chulan would do.

"You don't have to be nervous, none of you are employees of the Imperial Pavilion, and you haven't signed a contract, what can I do with you?"

Wang Chulan grinned and said honestly: "However, there are so many of you who almost cut down Lingxiao Pavilion, this mental loss fee, you should always compensate casually, right?"

This......

When the voice fell, all the warriors looked at each other, and they all had the urge to vomit blood.

"Wang Chulan, you ...... It's too dark!" said a bald warrior excitedly.

"You, leave everything behind, people can go!" Wang Chulan snapped his fingers.

The voice fell, and the two warriors walked over, and everything about this warrior fell to the ground in an instant.

"Get out!" Wang Chulan flew up.

"Ah......h

In front of everyone's eyes, the warrior screamed miserably, and rolled all the way down the stairs halfway up the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Quiet!

The audience, like death, was silent.

……

Originally, for Wang Chulan, these remaining martial artists still wanted to move out of the real martial arts code and wanted to have a bit of a fight.

But now!

After seeing the tragic scene of the warrior.

The rest of the warriors can only obediently pay the money and leave gloomily!

……

In just a moment, three or five hundred warriors were killed, and they were all gone.

"Mr. Kong, those more than 100 martial artists, I will recover all the money I owe you. ”

Wang Chulan handed a thick stack of banknotes to Mr. Kong.

"Elder Wang, I owe you a lot this time, otherwise our Imperial Dining Pavilion this time, the loss would not be ordinarily heavy. Mr. Kong, his eyes were moved.

Of course, Mr. Kong knew that the money Wang Chulan gave him was just the money he took out.

Three or five hundred warriors, Wang Chulan gave Mr. Kong less than one-fifth of the money.

But, so what?

Wang Chulan made money by virtue of her real skills.

He didn't have a pit, Mr. Kong's money, what is this?

"Hehe, Mr. Kong laughed. ”

Wang Chulan said with a simple smile: "Serving the people, bowing your head and being willing to be a son of a cow, this is what it should be, this era needs to live Lei Feng." ”