From the Black Prison to Yanjing, a distance of 100 kilometers, the old neurotic carried the Buddha, did not take a car, leaned on two legs, and it only took two hours to run all the way to Yanjing City. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The face is not red, the heart is not beating, and the breathing has not changed, who would have thought that this is an old man who is almost seventy.

"Where is Meng Fan?" When the old neurotic came to Yanjing, the first thing he asked was Meng Fan, who had been in the black prison for more than ten years, but he didn't have any nostalgia for the outside world.

It's as if all this has nothing to do with him, without any attachment. came out to find the so-called master in the mouth of the Buddha.

The Buddha is not just looking for Meng Fan to take revenge, with such a strong helper as the old neuropath, his Huaqing Society must be taken back first: "Let's go to the Huaqing Society first, Meng Fan took away what I get, where should he be." ”

Yanjing has received the news of the Black Prison riot, but ordinary people don't know yet, there are more than a dozen people who have run out, Huaqing will be managed by Ghost Qi, there is a big event today, and the seats of the few big brothers who were solved by Meng Fan are still vacant, and someone has to be selected to take charge.

The courtyard of the Buddha gathered dozens of people today, all of whom are qualified and capable of competing for the top position, and the quarrel here is in full swing, and the door was suddenly kicked open.

"Buddha!?"

Dozens of people suddenly looked over, and when they saw the Buddha and the old nervous path, everyone couldn't help but be stunned. Especially the ghost seven, the dog bear and the Jiangnan three.

"Aren't you in a black prison?" Ghost Qi asked, he didn't pay attention to the old nervous disease around the Buddha, it should be because they didn't know him at all, and they just looked at it as an old man named Hanako.

"You're good." The Buddha glanced at everyone present, and finally turned his gaze to Ghost Qi, Bear and Jiangnan, and said, "Do you really think I can't do anything about Meng Fan?" Hehe, what my Buddha hates the most is that he doesn't talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes, and he doesn't have the righteousness of brothers, the three of you are very enjoyable to be in charge, how many of them are Dapeng, why didn't they come along? ”

"Buddha, you don't know yet, Dapeng and they have already been solved by Meng Fan. It's not wise for you to take the initiative to deliver it to your door today. Before they could speak, a man who had just ascended to the throne spoke first.

The Buddha sneered, looked at the man, and said, "Yes, it's really good, it seems that you have all betrayed me?" ”

"A generation of new people in the rivers and lakes replaces the old ones, Buddha, you are already an old wave." Another said.

Jiang Nan and Dog Bear glanced at each other, but no one spoke, and asked these people under his command who wanted to take the lead to play the forward and see what the Buddha had to rely on. Ghost Qi stared at the old man beside the Buddha, even if he didn't know him, he could feel that this person with white hair, dressed very unelegantly but empty-eyed, was not simple.

"Haven't you heard that ginger is still old and spicy?" The Buddha laughed, his face became more and more gloomy, and he asked coldly: "What about Meng Fan, let him get out." ”

"I'm sorry, Buddha, the master is not here, I'm afraid you won't be able to see him."

If you want to be on top, you always have to confess your loyalty and win attention. Everyone knows that Meng Fan snatched Huaqing Hui from the Buddha, and the Buddha must have come to snatch Huaqing Hui back. If they had dealt with the Buddha first, wouldn't they have leaked their face in front of Meng Fan.

The ideal is good, but these people are obviously not as calm as the bear and Jiangnan, and they don't think so much if they don't see so far, they only think about the present, but they don't think that since the Buddha is here, he must have something to rely on.

The four of them rushed to the Buddha, all wanting to make a meritorious contribution but they all wanted to be close to death.

They are all good hands, and they don't necessarily have kung fu, but the skills cultivated by fooling around on the streets for more than ten years, fighting and brawling, and dealing with an unarmed Buddha are too simple.

"The old man doesn't kill the nameless, but those who have eyes and no beads should be punished." The old neuropathy said without even looking at these four people, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth suddenly.

"Roar!"

A deafening lion roar, the sound waves caused ripples in the air, and the four people just rushed in front of them, raising their fists to make the old neurotic fly, but they were hit by the air waves, and they flew backwards, and before they landed, they were already bleeding. It's not dead, but it's not much better, it must be that the vegetative person didn't run away.

"Lion's roar!"

Ghost Qi's face turned white, his hands were shaking, although the voice just now was not aimed at them, but they were so close, they were still affected, their pupils were bloodshot, and their eardrums were ruptured.

"You, you are the first person on the national arts list, Lion Roar Gong Xue Ao, old neurotic!?"

"It turns out that people from the outside world call me that, tsk, it's quite appropriate." The old neurotic was very proud, sighed, looked at Ghost Qi and asked: "Since you know my name, you must also be on the national art list, let's say, where is Meng Fan?" ”

The expression of the ghost seven changed, and others may not know the name of the old neurotic, but they have heard of the national art list more or less, especially the roar, which directly injured four people, and more than a dozen people were affected. They had never seen this skill.

How could the Buddha find such a powerful master?

Dog Bear and Jiang Nan's eyes narrowed slightly at the same time, but they reacted differently. Jiang Nan still didn't say anything, and he didn't do anything, watching the fire and watching the development of the situation from the other side, but the bear turned against him directly, saying: "Buddha, Meng Fan is not in Yanjing, he went to Tibet, presumably he will come back in the next two days." ”

"Bear, do you want to rebel?" Oni Qi shouted.

"Ghost Seven, I never said that I would return to Meng Fan, how can I talk about rebellion? I am a person of the Buddha, and from the moment I sat in this position, I only recognized the Buddha, just waiting for the Buddha to come back. Bear said.

Ghost Qi's expression is cold, and the people who mix the rivers and lakes are most afraid of not paying attention to righteousness, and the grass on both sides of the wall is completely like this. never talks about the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, but only seeks self-preservation.

"Boy, you're not convinced?" The old neuropathy glanced at Ghost Qi, still without any emotion, and said: "Report your name, let the old man see, where has the current national art list fallen." ”

Knowing that he was invincible, Ghost Seven had no choice to make, he pulled out the broken knife on his waist, a starting hand, stared at the old neuropathy and said: "Night Knife Ghost Seven, ranked sixteenth on the national art list." ”

"Sixteen? It's so low, forget it, let's do it, I'll see if you can hold up a move in my hand. "The old neurotic is quite dissatisfied, in his opinion, the ranking of sixteenth is too wasteful.

Ghost Seven didn't speak, gritted his back molars, gave up all the previous tricks, and used the seventh form when he came up. In the face of people like the old neurotic, you can only gamble, the strongest trick bet.

This move, Ghost Seven has practiced for many years, and it is rarely used because the speed is too fast, and the load on the body is limited, and it is completely a trick that kills a thousand enemies and you lose eight hundred.

Either defeat the enemy with one move, or lie on the ground and wait for death.

But the old neuropathy didn't give him either choice, and just when the speed that Ghost Seven was proud of, the old neuropathy suddenly raised his hand, and with a bang, two fingers pinched the broken knife!

There was a crisp snap, and the broken knife broke again.

Burst!

The old neurotic flicked his hand, and the severed blade pierced Onichi's throat and nailed it to the wall behind him.

Don't say a few tricks, Ghost Seven didn't even survive the old neurosis!