Yang Fenghuo finally waited for someone to come, but it was not the person they wanted to kill, but the menacing Tibetan Burning Jade and the pair of powers and powers that could not see the power of the fox and the fake tiger but were also about the same, when such a lineup appeared in front of the yurt, this was intriguing, these visitors with different purposes, like the most ink, were suddenly reconciled by this spotless sky and there was no taste left.

This may be the most restless night in the yurt, with the dog barking and all kinds of whispers with the taste of interest, completely breaking the charm of this yurt.

"Burning jade, what kind of wind made you come to visit an old man like me." This time, the old man in the Tibetan robe actually left the yurt in person, holding a walking cane of some years, and his expression did not change.

"Third grandfather, I'm here for a female doll, I heard that someone sent a girl surnamed Guo to you, I don't know if there is such a thing?" Zang Yanyu also looked indifferent, as if he was emotionless, no matter who it was, whether it was his third grandfather in front of him, or his own grandfather.

Zang Lu Zhen nodded, but he was a little old at this moment, as if he had encountered something that he could not do in any case.

Yang Fenghuo didn't feel sleepy at all, stopped and watched from a distance, although Yang Fenghuo usually didn't start to be big, but he knew what he couldn't mix, what he had to mix, this is why Yang Fenghuo could leave a well-known name, sometimes, the brain is ten million times more important than the force value, but some people often can't have both.

"Since that's the case, please hand over the girl doll obediently." There was a thorn in the voice of the Tibetan Burning Jade, and there was a kind of-for-tat confrontation with this seemingly plain old man, but he secretly hid a majestic momentum.

Zang Luzhen seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't speak, and shook his head secretly, as if he had swallowed all the words he wanted.

"Third grandfather, if you have anything to say, you will be straight." How could Zang Burning Jade not see such an obvious change in the old man, staring at the old man.

"Burning jade, Guo Hongniu was kind to our old collector back then, even if he didn't, it would be too evil to harm a female doll for that thing." Zang Lu Zhen was extremely slow.

But despite this, what he got was the hopeless sneer of the Tibetan Burning Jade, Zang Lu Zhen looked at the abstract appearance of the Hidden Burning Jade, but secretly shook his head, he didn't complain that the Hidden Burning Jade was too realistic or too cruel, but only complained that the Hidden Burning Jade was born in this incomparably realistic and cruel collector.

"I owe Guo Hongniu a favor, but you, not an old collector, the person who wants this female doll is not necessarily not the old Guo family, the family, how can there be so much attention? I think the third grandfather should know better than me, right? As for whether this is considered a sin, I think that if the benefit is lost in my own hands, it is a sin, and I am not like I have been nesting in this kind of ghost place for the rest of my life when I am old. Zang Yanyu sneered.

A seat was a little harsh, but Zang Lu Zhen was not angry, just quietly looked at Zang Burning Jade, but a pair of cloudy old eyes were like a pool of lake water, undisturbed.

"There's a good show to watch." Lei Zi knocked on the pills, with an excited face, there are very few things in this world that can arouse the interest of such a guy, one is the pill that can't be quit, and the other is something that people don't expect at all, such as a real fierce man against a thorough tough character.

"It's a good show, but this old man won't really fight with this Tibetan Burning Jade, the heir of this collector with the most chance, if Zang Lu Zhen still wants to close his eyes well, he won't provoke him." Yang Fenghuo touched the stubble on his chin, with a look of knowing the roots, hitting the nail on the head, no matter who it was, in the eyes of this seemingly thick man, it was like a machine that could be thoroughly studied carefully.

Even Zhou Yanhua and Li Jackal, who were far away from these dusty things, couldn't take their eyes off this contest without gunpowder smoke and war, for these two thorough Tibetans, no one would know better than them the horror of this old collector, or what kind of prestige this old man had in Tibet.

"Third grandfather, do you want to let or not?" Zang Yanyu's voice became even colder, and he had even begun to silently take a few steps forward, and Tie Mu Zhen, who was standing behind him with six black foreheads, also took a few steps forward, and his momentum was tightly pressed against this old man who seemed to have no energy.

However, despite this, Zang Luzhen's expression was not ordinarily calm, or he was thinking about something.

"Burning jade, in Tibet, you are powerful, even if it turns the sky upside down, I won't give you, but in the end, that thing can't be lost." Zang Lu Zhen stared at the Tibetan Burning Jade as if it was word by word, and his voice was extremely old, as if he could hear an incomparably ancient story just by his voice.

"What if I lose it?" Zang Yanyu sneered, and had already stepped forward, the calm Tie Muzhen followed closely, and the weak-legged power and Erquan who were weak under this battle between the momentum also followed behind Zang Yanyu, but they were afraid of this old man who seemed to have no lethal power in their hearts.

Just when the two groups were about to meet, it was also when the atmosphere was frozen to the extreme, under the stares of everyone, Zang Lu Zhen flashed over, as if he had made a great determination, and made way for Zang Burning Jade to make way for Zang Burning Jade to be a seemingly bright but actually no return.

"Third grandfather, although you are old, your brain is not confused." Zang Yanyu left such a sentence, and stepped into this yurt, at this moment, Zang Luzhen seemed to be extraordinarily old, and even his own steps could not move a few points, like a number that had withered more than half of it and could not stand up.

Yang Fenghuo looked at this scene, seemed to fall into silence, only heard the crying of a female doll, and the sound of two salted fish dying and struggling, after a while, the two people who were beaten were thrown out of the yurt, and the burly Tie Muzhen was holding a female doll who was still struggling, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape from this man's hands, just like the fate of some people.

Maybe this scene was too worrying, so that Li Jackal and Zhou Yanhua couldn't help but take a few steps forward, but they were blocked by a Yang Fenghuo, just when Li Jackal was about to sprout the word inhumanity in his heart, Yang Fenghuo actually walked out in Lei Zi's surprised gaze.

In this society, experienced people will know that the rising bird is definitely a compliment, and it is also the most loss-making business, and it can be described by a silly word.

But this budding bird, there must be a fool who has no hesitation to do it, right? Whatever the purpose of this fool, there has to be a reason.

Zang Yanyu stopped walking, as if he had already noticed Yang Fenghuo.

"I haven't seen this iron-faced ruthless old collector for many years, I remember the last time I came to Tibet, it was to see a dead woman, I didn't expect to encounter such a stubble this time, it seems that I can't get along with your old collector." Yang Fenghuo joked, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years joking.

A cold-faced Tibetan Burning Jade smiled rarely, and looked at Yang Fenghuo with deep taste and hugged his arms.

The two of them looked at Yang Fenghuo with hatred at the same time, wishing that they would hide the burning jade and clean up Yang Fenghuo at this moment, a typical fox and fake tiger.

And Zang Lu Zhen, who had a heavy face, squinted at Yang Fenghuo slightly, and there was no shock on his face, as if this qiē was expected, but the eyes that looked at Yang Fenghuo obviously betrayed him.

"Beacon fire, don't talk so badly, how can a collector not be able to reach this point today if he doesn't have this virtue?" Zang Yanyu chuckled, looking at this child who had not cried since Yang Fenghuo walked out, as if he understood something.

Yang Fenghuo smiled, laughing unscrupulously.

"Showy guys." Lei Zi put away the pills, his face was a little more serious, with a wry smile on his face, and he walked out.

Li Jackal and Zhou Yanhua were still in Yang Fenghuo, this did not match Yang Fenghuo's actions, and they couldn't come back to their senses in shock, maybe only those who have seen how realistic this world is will understand how unrelieved Yang Fenghuo's actions are.

In Yang Fenghuo's unbridled laughter, Tie Muzhen put down the child and rushed out like a wild horse.

The fist seems to bring out the sound of breaking wind, or because it is too fast, it makes people hallucinate.

This Tie Muzhen, who is known as the famous thug of the collector, flew out like this, and fell heavily on the ground, just a moment before a carp stood up, but he still couldn't shake off the wolf bèi, looking at this Yang Fenghuo who didn't know how to shoot like a monster.

"Minion, you haven't made a move here, don't embarrass your master." At this moment, Yang Fenghuo was like the unscrupulous uncle just now, and a breath appeared on his body that made people tremble when he looked at his body, like a killing god.

"That Yang Fenghuo from the year is back?" Lei Zi muttered, as if he remembered the appearance of this Yang Fenghuo, and the blood that had been coagulated for an unknown amount of time slowly boiled a little.

Zang Yanyu clapped his hands, as if he was cheering for Yang Fenghuo, and he didn't care at all that he had folded his face.

"Terrible, what a monster, I can't imagine that today you shot for this female doll that has nothing to do with you, should you cry now, or should I laugh?" Zang Yanyu was unhurried, glanced at Tie Muzhen, and Tie Muzhen, who still had a fighting spirit on his body, immediately retreated, like a dog who had been taught by his master, and he was not even the slave in Yang Fenghuo's mouth.