Wu Mengqing's brain was a little dazed.

What is this?

He and Zhang Lang turned defeat into victory?

No, not by himself and Zhang Lang, but by Zhang Lang himself.

In the case of 2 to 4, he actually completed the extreme counter-kill, and he and Zhang Lang had no skills, and there were no blue stripes.

The skill cooldown is not over yet!

What the hell is going on!

Looking at the fission of the earth-

Of course, the fission earth mentioned here refers to the earth that was cracked by Zhao Xiangzhong in the cold winter wax moon.

It was not only Wu Mengqing who was surprised, but even the few people next to Zhao Xiangzhong who were so tired that they only had the strength to pant for breath, and they were almost lying on the ground to go to school and the dog panting for breath in the summer was also scared to death.

Damn, what is this?

Is there a mistake about our boss?

Our boss was killed in seconds by an unknown brat!

This kid is still our target, rub rub, what is this thing?

But without waiting for the three of them to have any superfluous thoughts, they were directly kicked by Zhang Lang and fell to the ground with a side kick like a sweeping army.

At the moment, on the cold earth, there are three more straight bodies.

It looks very miserable.

Because some people's bodies have been twisted to 90 degrees.

Of course, these people were not dead or crippled or anything, but because the three bodies crossed each other and were posed in a strange form by Zhang Lang's side kick.

If you talk about the specific form, it is that the leather shoes on some people's feet reach into the mouth of another person, and there are other people's mouths with something similar to leather shoes.

In short, a strange iron triangle is formed between these three people.

And Zhang Lang slapped Zhao Xiangzhong, who had fainted a few times: "Hey, get up, don't pretend to be dead." ”

Zhang Lang knew that this long-haired man was not so easily defeated by others.

Mainly after giving this man a few punches before, he found that this man's defense can be described as quite shocking, especially his face, which is simply defenseless and speechless.

Zhang Lang didn't know exactly what kind of exercises this man had practiced, and he could make the muscles of his face and other places so tense and beneficial.

Of course, if this method is beneficial to the body, Zhang Lang doesn't mind trying it.

But seeing this man's miserable face - that feeling reminded Zhang Lang of the skin splashed with sulfuric acid, it was simply terrifying.

The scar was like a combination of burns and burns.

"Uh......" Zhao Xiangzhong opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he had been put to the ground by Zhang Lang.

At this moment, the only thing he could feel was some pain in the back of his head, and as for the limbs of his body, it seemed as if they were gone, so he was very frightened in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that he could see his limbs and body as far as his eyes could see, Zhao Xiangzhong would definitely feel that he might have been divided by the enemies on the rivers and lakes.

You must know that he is now the nominal boss of northern Yanjing, and this boss can be said to be a status, and it can also be said to be a banner that provokes hatred.

This makes Zhao Xiangzhong say that walking on the rivers and lakes can be said to be walking on thin ice.

This is also why after the recent Yanjing crackdown, this person named Zhao Xiangzhong did not mess around in the black market, the latter was making waves.

Because he also knows how to keep a low profile.

It is precisely because of his low profile that even after becoming the boss of northern Yanjing, he also likes to pinch soft persimmons, but today he saw Zhang Lang, a man who should have been soft persimmons, turned into a difficult discus, which made him very frustrated.

"Shout, it looks like you're awake, tell me, who instructed you to do it?" Zhang Lang asked.

"You, you can't do anything to me, you have to know that I am Zhao Xiangzhong, the boss of northern Yanjing, if you do something to me, my younger brothers will ......" Zhao Xiangzhong was a little incoherent, he had been the boss for so many years, but Zhao Xiangzhong had never encountered anything today.

Although on the rivers and lakes, I have encountered very good opponents, and I have suffered a lot of defeats, and of course I have fought many victories.

But it's the first time I've seen a battle like today, which is so brainless and brainless.

And the thing that Zhao Xiangzhong doesn't understand the most is how he lost to Zhang Lang?

He obviously didn't have much strength before, but he already had the strength to put down his own people before.

Speaking of which, Zhao Xiangzhong was a little wronged, he felt that if Zhang Lang faced his sixty or seventy people besieging together, he would definitely lose.

But now the strange thing is that only he and his three junior brothers were caught Zhang Lang and Wu Mengqing, and the order he gave to the younger brothers was that the people who couldn't catch up went back to the Big Sun Hotel to wait.

It's a real pain in the ass.

Therefore, Zhao Xiangzhong was actually a little angry in his heart, and he felt that he had lost very unjustly.

But defeat is defeat, for Zhang Lang, he values the result more.

If he knew Zhao Xiangzhong's seemingly naïve thoughts, Zhang Langding would smile lightly.

His master once told himself that although in this world, many people advocate not judging heroes by success or failure, but in actual life, there are few people who can really judge heroes without success or failure.

Even those who clamored that heroes should not be judged by success or failure are eager to succeed.

Because only if you succeed, you will be affirmed, and you will be able to judge heroes by success or failure.

"Hehe, are you sure you want to threaten me?" Zhang Lang raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be very indifferent to Zhao Xiangzhong's threat.

"You, what do you want to do, if you let go of me now, if we go head-to-head, the winner or loser may not be anyone!" Zhao Xiangzhong was actually a little nervous when he spoke, and he found that he couldn't see through Zhang Lang's cultivation at all.

In other words, Zhao Xiangzhong is basically certain that either Zhang Lang does not know how to practice true qi, or his true qi cultivation is even more powerful than himself, so he can't see through it.

And for a person who defeated himself, Zhao Xiangzhong believed that Zhang Lang's true qi cultivation was already far greater than his own.

Pit dad, were those rich second generations idle and had nothing to do, and they actually threw themselves into the cliff pit!

"If you don't want to die, you'd better let me go, and you'll never try to pry my mouth open! Otherwise, after I catch you, even you and the little girlfriend not far from you will ......"

Zhao Xiangzhong was halfway through his words when he was interrupted by Zhang Lang gloomily.

"Hehe, then I won't say more."

took out the silver needle, Zhang Lang pinched the needle, looked at the shouting Zhao Xiangzhong, smiled coldly, and pointed at the Fengchi acupoint on Zhao Xiangzhong's neck.

"Ah......h

Zhao Xiangzhong suddenly felt a sore numbness on his neck, very much like a burn, and like being stung by a giant/large poisonous bee.

Originally, it was just a pain, but after a while, Zhao Xiangzhong immediately felt wrong.

Although I can see and hear now, these feelings are normal, but the sense of touch seems to be magnified ten million times in an instant.

There were bursts of itching from the wound where Zhang Lang pricked the needle, and then there was a pinprick pain, like a thousand ants biting.

"What is this...... Ahh......h Ahh......h

The feeling of biting his own flesh piece by piece made Zhao Xiangzhong want to hit the wall.

This feeling is so terrifying, it's just like Ling Chi, if something can be used to alleviate this terrible feeling, Zhao Xiangzhong suddenly found that he would rather die!

Those who dare to threaten themselves will definitely not end well, Zhang Lang looked coldly at Zhao Xiangzhong who was struggling - in fact, now Zhao Xiangzhong has no strength in his limbs, and the only place that can struggle is his head.

Zhang Lang didn't speak, and pricked Zhao Xiangzhong in the back.

"Ah......" Zhao Xiangzhong screamed, struggling desperately, wailing, but his limbs didn't know what the reason was, and he didn't have a connection to his brain, and he couldn't struggle.

Zhang Lang ignored it and continued to play the game of pricking needles, shuttling with silver needles, as if he was performing unique skills.

And Zhao Xiangzhong obviously doesn't think that Zhang Lang is a clown playing acrobatics at this moment.

The little silver needle stuck in his body, as if it had been inserted into his brain.

That kind of pain, in Zhao Xiangzhong's opinion, is nothing compared to scraping bones to cure poison or something, it is not something that ordinary people can bear at all, this kind of pain directly hits your senses.

What's even more terrifying is that for some reason, now Zhao Xiangzhong clearly knows that his limbs can't move at all.

After a while, Zhao Xiangzhong's whole body spasmed, convulsed, and finally foamed at the mouth, confused, ghosts cried wolves, and was in pain.

That's right, this is the magic of the eight needles of the world.

The needle of life and death among the eight needles of Jishi, this original name of Zhang Lang, has come in handy again today.

The needle of life and death, the original practice of yin and yang divine skills, under the transformation of yin and yang, is injected into the human body / inside through water, and then the silver needle true qi is used in the human body/inside, causing the feeling of the nerves, which is another wonderful use of the eight needles of the world.

Eight needles can save people and kill people.

Zhao Xiangzhong has always thought that he has a very strict mouth.

You must know that he is a traitor, so when he was in the rivers and lakes, he was often caught by people in the bureau.

At the beginning, he was in the interrogation room for a day and a night, no matter what method the other party used, he didn't say anything, didn't eat or drink, and pretended not to know anything, no matter what interrogation methods such as not letting you sleep or not letting you go to the toilet, Zhao Xiangzhong had encountered it.

Those methods are just a piece of cake for Zhao Xiangzhong, and he has experienced them all.

So he knew very well that ordinary interrogation methods were completely useless to him.

After all, when he practiced the Burning Sun Breaking Heaven Technique in his early years, Zhao Xiangzhong thought that he had already experienced great pain, so he confidently told Zhang Lang before that it was impossible for him to pry his mouth open.

After all, his cultivation of the Burning Sun and Heaven Breaking Technique was specially born for counter-interrogation.

It's just that Zhao Xiangzhong has never experienced the baptism of life and death needles, so naturally there are such powerful interrogation tools in the world.

"I ...... said...... "When Zhao Xiangzhong was conscious, he saw that Zhang Lang seemed to want to continue to prick himself with needles, and hurriedly said.

What is this?

The needle of life and death has not been completely released