The goatee still wanted to struggle, but the East Protector patted him on the shoulder and said lightly: "Da Shao is dead, so don't live either!"

"Spare your life, spare your life!" the goatee had a painful expression in his eyes, and his whole face turned pale, hoping to find a way to survive in a desperate situation, although this was basically impossible! Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What Goatee didn't expect was that after patting him on the shoulder, the East Protector didn't say anything more, but strode out of the room, leaving him alone. It wasn't until three or five minutes later that he reacted.

He was ecstatic in an instant, although he didn't know why, but at least he survived! Neptune Island would definitely not be able to go back, and he didn't care about his daughter, as long as he had money, he could find other women and have many children. In this world, only one's own life is the most important.

However, as soon as he stood up, he felt a tremor in his legs, and then his heart ached severely, and the whole person couldn't control his body, staggered forward two steps, opened his mouth and spit out blood, and fell to the ground with a poof.

He tried to open his eyes, but in the end they closed them and could not open them again.

The East Protector stood outside the room and lit an imported cigarette from France! He sighed softly: "Zhang Ren, I still admire you a lot, but if you kill the young master, I have no choice but to kill you!"

As he spoke, a violent explosion rang out in the room behind him, and the whole room was reduced to ashes.

At the same time, Zhang Ren suddenly sneezed. He didn't know that he was being targeted by a strong man, and he still stood in front of Bai Wen with a hippie smile, and held hands with her, preparing to go to some places to study the direction of human future development.

Unfortunately, as soon as the two of them walked into the hotel, Zhang Ren's phone rang. He wanted to refuse, but found that it was Qiu Baihe calling. When he put down the phone, he suddenly sighed and said, "Trouble is coming!"

Bai Wen looked at him, and suddenly muttered two words in his ear, as if telling some embarrassing secret, Bai Wen's face was blushing.

Zhang Ren's eyes instantly turned into peach blossoms, but he looked at the phone in his hand, and suddenly sighed and said, "No, I still have to go." ”

Forehead!

Bai Wen snorted, walked directly into the hotel, and said calmly: "But today, a chance, tomorrow will be gone." ”

Zhang Ren almost died of depression, but at this time, the phone rang again, and he instantly became angry, picked up the phone and said, "Who? You can't disturb me, you can handle it yourself." ”

Nie Qingshui's cold voice came from the opposite side: "Dean Zhang, if you don't want to go to the National Art Academy, there are countless casualties, you'd better hurry up to the gate of the Academy, otherwise I don't dare to guarantee what will happen." ”

Zhang Ren was completely speechless.

......

At the door of the Huaxia Jianghai Guoshu Academy, there were fifty or sixty people standing, most of them were wearing Huaxia Tang costumes, and some were wearing practice clothes, but the styles were different, it could be seen that they were not the same sect of national martial artists, and opposite them, a row of people from the Guoshu Academy stood in front of them, staring at each other with gloomy faces, forming a steel city wall, saying that they would not let them in.

The two sides glared at each other angrily, and their swords were tense, as if a big battle was going to be fought at any moment. But at this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the fifty or sixty people, this middle-aged man had a pale golden face, a beard on his upper lip, his eyes were like electricity, and the bone joints of his hands were very large, obviously he was a master of cultivating foreign family skills.

He glanced at the others and said lightly, "What about Zhang Ren, let him come out, I want to meet him!"

The person in charge here today is Zhao Yu of the White Crane Sect of the Underground Department, he almost broke his leg by the master some time ago because of the formation of a gang, but after all, he was Qiu Baihe's apprentice, so he was specially recruited into the underground department. He was followed by some of the officers of the Human Department, about seventy or eighty people.

Because of the superiority in numbers, Zhao Yu glanced at the other party coldly and said: "Although our Guoshu Academy is welcome to visit, you people should at least line up! ”

The middle-aged man on the other side had a cold face, and sneered: "I am Mo Ku, the head of Wangu Mountain, according to the rules, Zhang Ren should personally come to greet me, what are you?"

Zhao Yu's face was gloomy, and he said lightly: "I'm sorry, this is the National Art Academy, not a Jianghu sect, so please line up normally." ”

Mo Ku's face changed suddenly, and the whole person took a step forward: "I see that you are toasting and not eating and drinking." ”

The whole person had already arrived in front of Zhao Yu like a leopard, his right hand became a claw, grabbed it with his hand, and buckled it fiercely towards Zhao Yu's forehead. This moment is ruthless and desperate, and the powerful power definitely surpasses the ordinary late-stage powerhouses of Huajin.

Zhao Yu's face changed greatly, his arms suddenly raised, but he couldn't stop Mo Ku's palm, his arms cracked with a snap, blood splattered, and the whole person flew out upside down. Thanks to two companions, he was able to hold him up. Those students of the National Art Academy couldn't help but be shocked, and they all stood in front of Mo Ku, and the crowd was excited, and one by one they seemed to be crazy.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Ku's mouth, thinking that this was the Longtan Tiger's Den, but it was just a bunch of waste. He glanced at these students with electric eyes, and said lightly, "Give it to me!"

Suddenly, there was an angry roar in the distance: "I see who dares to break into our National Art Academy." ”

Everyone looked at it and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The person who came was dressed in a Taoist robe, with dark skin, eyes that looked like a leader, and a full beard. It felt like Zhang Fei during the Three Kingdoms, but after everyone saw him, they were overjoyed, and their faces showed a relaxed mood.

Mo Ku glanced at the other party with a gloomy face, and said suspiciously: "Is there a Taoist priest here?"

The black-faced Taoist priest glanced at him, and suddenly sneered, "You're here to make trouble?"

Mo Ku frowned, according to the information given to him by the Murong family, there seems to be no such person in the National Art Academy, and the strongest among them should be a strong woman. And the second is a few teachers who are at the peak of their strength, followed by the dean Zhang Ren, but this Taoist priest is extraordinary, but he is not an ordinary person.

However, he has already taken the benefits of the Murong family, and he is here to make trouble today, except for the other party's strong Gangjin powerhouse, with his early Danjin realm, it is enough to sweep the whole area. Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, strode over, and raised his hand to the face of the black-faced Taoist priest, which was a punch.

But no one could have imagined that Hei Mian snorted coldly, his right hand slowly drew a circle in the air, and his left hand greeted him, not knowing what technique to use, he had already grabbed Mo Ku's arm, and threw him out in an instant, throwing him out five or six meters away, and his back hit the ground fiercely, almost without breathing.

Mo Ku was shocked, struggled to get up, stared at the black-faced Taoist priest and said, "This is clearly Taijiquan, who are you?"

The black-faced Taoist priest glanced at him, and suddenly laughed and said, "Do you want to know? I won't tell you!"