The old worship himself actually didn't understand why he was so frightened, so frightened that he could ignore the severe pain in his abdomen, so frightened that he would rather cultivate for a big loss than suppress the blood gushing in his abdomen, and he must stand on his chest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time that the old worshipper of the Su family stood up with his sword, Su Wanguan and his wife, Luo Yi and the remaining masters of the two parties rushed to the small courtyard where the old worship was located at the same time.

There is a yellow copper stick coming in the air, there is no whistling wind to follow, there is no mountain momentum to add, just a "fast" word is just enough to describe the speed of this stick.

It was a bronze rod from heaven and earth, no longer long, no longer short, just through the formless and qualitative very thin passage, taking off from the other end of the city, and suddenly coming.

The knife raised by the old worshipper was the only thing that had time to stand in front of him, and all those who rushed at him or tried to help him in any way could only become bystanders.

The bronze stick arrived, and it arrived when the old worshippers felt its presence. The knife made intimate contact with the one-and-a-half-inch section on the head of the stick, without making the sound of collision or friction as it should be. In an instant, the long knife broke silently, and the copper rod in front of it continued to move forward, against the chest of the old worshipper, easily entered, and then penetrated and passed through, still silent.

Su Wanguan and Luo Yi grabbed the blood-soaked copper stick that penetrated the old offering almost at the same time, but their hands were not really held on the copper stick, but were blocked by the strange flow of qi. With the instantaneous obstacle formed by the two of them, all those who were qualified to make a move at this time arrived and made a move. The latest chapter of héiyāпgê has been updated

A belated whistling and a tooth-aching metallic hiss erupted from the broken air engine passage, and the bell in the sky was just rolling in at this moment, and the movement in the courtyard was about to rush out of the courtyard and merge with the loud noise in the air, clearly marking the direction of the courtyard.

Fortunately, Su Wanguan and the others did not stop because of the death of the old worship, and they did not stop because Su Luo and the others made a move. So after paying the price of two broken arms and three broken fingers, the copper rod that had become red all over the body and as thin as a long needle due to the violent friction finally really stopped.

Copper rods, or rather, copper pins, were thrown on the ground. Luo Yi looked at the reddened palm and was silent, but Su Wanguan laughed and said: "The latch of the door is rubbed, it's good, it's good to continue like this." ”

Zhang Yun didn't wait for the desired movement, so he no longer looked up at the sky, but looked back at the invitation. If you have the opportunity to take a closer look at Zhang Yun's left hand holding the letter, you will find that his fingers did not actually make contact with the invitation.

A thin film of air was pressed into a pair of gloves by Zhang Yun's strong internal force, blocking the contact between his fingers and the invitation. That's why Zhang Yun held this invitation with his hand that I don't know how many toxins it had been impregnated.

Zhang Yun sent out his internal strength, pushing all the airflow outward, and sure enough, there were three light smokes that were blown to the periphery by Zhang Yun's windless airflow when he opened the seal, smoked Cambodia, and exhibited Cambodia. Zhang Yun pursed his lips and finally saw the words on the invitation.

It was a completely different handwriting from the outer layer of the invitation, and it looked like a businessman had finally made up his mind after careful consideration.

Liu, Zi.

This is the whole content of the invitation, just two words, very far apart, which makes Zhang Yun very annoyed. He had long expected such a result, but he was a little glad after being annoyed, because even if he was taken hostage, it proved that Liu Laosi still had descendants.

"Stirring up the fire? Su Wanguan, you have a kind. Zhang Yun muttered to himself, and then disappeared into the alley.

Generally speaking, only those who open a martial arts hall and establish a sect will be marked by others on the mountain gate, but today, the branch of the Wanguan Qian in Chuzhou actually ushered in a person who deliberately looked for ballast, which is indeed a little strange.

Of course, it is only outsiders who feel strange, but everyone up and down this money account knows that the arrival of the person in front of him has become inevitable since many days ago, but it really happened today.

The old shopkeeper with a smiling face respectfully served tea and poured water on the side, and his attitude was ten times more attentive than serving his own father, probably only when Su Wanguan came in person more than a month ago, this highly qualified old shopkeeper had such a situation.

The person in the seat was Zhang Yun, different from when he saw the two words on the invitation a moment ago, his expression was natural at this time, and he seemed to be a little relaxed. Sitting in the No. 1 money number in Chuzhou, enjoying the diligent service of the old shopkeeper who did not dare to mix water, looking at the tray of silver ingots stacked behind the cabinet.

There are more than 200 skilled Su and Luo subordinates in ambush in the front yard of this Qian number, and there are thirty-five masters in the town, and there are as many as seven people who are similar to Luo Ran before. There are so many masters, powerful force, but no one dares to vent a little murderous aura when Zhang Yun is looking at the silver ingot.

The sky is clear and quiet, the air flow is as usual, and Zhang Yun can "see" more clearly than anyone else. So although he was in a trance, he was actually holding back a smile and deliberately pretending to be a god. Hold it back, if something goes wrong, it will save me my hands, and see how long you can hold it.

Luo Yi was carrying Liu Laosi's son, a little boy who was no more than five years old. The little boy has become a small stone since Liu Laosi's death, he doesn't cry, he doesn't make trouble, he doesn't say anything, he eats when he eats, he can sleep wherever he throws it, and his gaze is calm like a five-year-old child.

"Today is your death date, aren't you going to say something?" Luo Yi's voice was indifferent, but there was a flame burning in his eyes. He wasn't far from the culprit who had killed his own son, and he could see the damn face in the blink of an eye as he rushed over.

The boy whose name was extremely irresponsible by his father as "Liu Xiaosi" was still silent, but this time he did not lower his head, but raised his head to look at the man who was almost spewing out of the real flame in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After two rounds of tea, Zhang Yun stood up. A delicate balance that originally existed around was broken in an instant, and the old shopkeeper was almost about to fight for his life directly, not to mention the chaotic movement around him.

"Almost, what do you have to prepare, this is always enough time. Let's go? Zhang Yun said and turned around and walked to the back of the house.

The shopkeeper, who was still trying to strain the last nerve, finally officially broke that nerve, because Zhang Yun walked straight to the back of the house.

That's right, just walk straight, no matter what objects or living people you bump into on the road, you will wear them and bump them over.