Boom!

Sun was no longer hit on the iron bar door again, and an iron rod was swung and smashed, hitting him more and more violently every time, only to see him holding his head and curling his body, gritting his teeth and not saying a word, letting the other party beat him badly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Phew!"

The buffalo spat out a ball of sticky phlegm on his face, lowered his head wrapped in gauze and looked at him and said, "Don't blame me, blame that Wei Yang if you want to blame, if he didn't suddenly become so.... So.. Magnificent... Where would I trouble this guy of yours, if he was like that, I like it, and it's much more comfortable to beat than you. But ah, look at your appearance, if you have a body of hair, I really can't tell if it's a human or a monkey, how can such a good person look like this? ”

As if tired, the buffalo drank a sip of water, and then said flatteringly to a person sitting at the mouth of the escalator: "Brother Tiger, this kid often secretly reports to Wei Yang, so I haven't been able to succeed several times." I've taught you a lesson just now, and you see that your old man has no other instructions. ”

Zhao Hu was still naked, revealing the big white tiger behind him, his thick eyebrows were wrinkled, and he said in a deep voice: "The rules of Beicang are set by me, and no one can break them, otherwise it will be chaotic, and those who break the rules must be punished, and the punishment is not enough, and there are still people who are lucky." ”

With that, he stood up and walked towards the top of the staircase, where there was also an iron barred door, and there seemed to be a person inside, Zhao Hu walked to the door and asked, "Why don't you come in and sit?" Small snakes. ”

The figure behind the door, laughing and laughing, a little dry, and with a feminine sharpness, "If you don't come in, I'll bring you something, look at your kind of old and rough torture is too rough, bloody, no sense of art at all, and it's boring." ”

Zhao Hu took a sharp knife from the gap in the iron bar, raised it and saw that he had no intention of leaving, cut it disdainfully, turned around and scolded secretly: "If you want to see it, you can see it, it's so hypocritical." ”

got off the iron ladder, slowly detoured to the position where Sun was no longer lying, and picked his chin with the tip of the knife, "You say, if I don't kill chickens and monkeys, I will run out and jump around in front of me one by one, are you annoying?" The ancients often said that there are no rules, and I agree very much, so you and that Wei Yang are the chickens, rest assured that I will make the knife quickly, and it won't hurt so much. ”

The cold knife slowly turned around his neck, and slashed to the place of his arm, without Zhao Hu's signal, the two subordinates came over and lifted Sun Mo directly from the ground, fixed his right arm and straightened it.

Zhao Hu licked the knife edge pervertedly, his fierce little eyes, and shot out a cruel fanaticism. Sun no longer cowered, but he also kept silent and did not beg for mercy.

The blade touched the skin, and a chill came from above, making Sun no longer shiver, and Zhao Hu, who looked in his eyes, said with a cruel smile: "I thought you were so hard bones, it seems that there are still times when you are afraid." ”

At this moment, a black figure suddenly flew over from the end of the corridor and fell to the ground, seeing that it was actually the person sent to find Wei Yang, and before the others could react, several more figures flew by, all of them fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

At the end of the darkness, one foot stepped on the back of one of Zhao Hu's subordinates, a fat man who was so huge that it almost reached the ceiling stood there, and a young man with bulging muscles in front of him was not the person he was looking for?

Wei Yang looked at Sun Yan, who was tortured and inhuman, with a frosty face, twisted his toes fiercely, and the person who stepped on it directly screamed and passed out.

"Sun is no longer my person." Wei Yang raised his feet and walked over, looked around coldly, and said word by word: "Who is the Tiger of Beicang?" ”

A man with white tiger stripes waved the knife in his hand, the tip of the knife pointed at Wei Yang, and stepped over step by step, "You are Wei Yang?" Lao Tzu is looking for ......"

Bang!

There was a small muffled sound, Wei Yang looked at the person in front of him coldly, impatiently thought he was too noisy, and waved his hand casually, fanning it like a fly. The man suddenly flew out sideways and hit the wall, and the whole person was pasted on it in a large letter, and the knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and everyone in the room breathed short and frightened.

They all looked at Wei Yang dumbfounded, like looking at a monster.

Wei Yang Chaosun no longer asked, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

He shook his head and whispered, "It's okay, skin trauma." ”

Wei Yang looked at the few people around him impatiently, and asked coldly, "Where is the tiger of Beicang?" Why don't you dare to come out to meet people and become cats? ”

All the people were already stupid and couldn't answer, but fortunately Sun stopped talking, "The person who was just fanned out by you is the tiger of Beicang, Zhao Hu." ”

"Him?" Wei Yang turned his head to see that Zhao Hu's whole person was no longer good, foaming at the mouth, his limbs twitched and collapsed, where was there any tiger spirit.

Wei Yang frowned slightly, before he came, he thought that this Zhao Hu was a martial artist in this world, just in case, he added the remaining attribute point to the strength, becoming 2.9, even if he couldn't beat it, the best result would be a draw.

Who knows, it will be like this, Wei Yang couldn't help but shake his head, it was too weak.

His gaze suddenly followed, and he seemed to look through the iron ladder, and a figure on the other side of the wall flashed and disappeared.

"Interesting." Wei Yang squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then directly picked up Sun and left without looking back.

As soon as they left, the remaining Zhao Hu's subordinates suddenly seemed to be let go of the hand holding their necks, their faces turned pale, their legs trembled and they softened, and they sat down on the ground.

A handful of tears, a handful of snot on his face, it was miserable.

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