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Feiye was like a sharp sword, sticking to Wu Bufeng's skin, cutting through his clothes, and then soaring into the sky and landing at the feet of Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao also stepped on the leaves, staring at Wu Bufeng quietly.

In the end, Wang Ziqiao did not kill him, because in this era of information explosion, in front of so many people, if you kill people in public, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble, and the power of the public cannot be underestimated, especially those media.

Wu Bufeng looked at Wang Ziqiao blankly, then looked at his tattered clothes, and said, "Why don't you kill me?" ”

Of course, Wang Ziqiao would not say that he was afraid of causing trouble, and replied with a sigh: "You are all old, don't think about fighting and killing all day long, okay?" What age is it now? Besides, we don't have any real grudges, and we are all descendants of Yan and Huang, so it is not easy to reach your level. I also hope that from now on, you will cherish this hard-won martial arts. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people practicing martial arts, and many peerless schools are facing the danger of being lost, and your kung fu does not belong to you alone, I hope you will keep in mind what I said today! ”

These words can be said to be high-sounding, which made Wu Bufeng frown, he didn't believe what Wang Ziqiao said from his heart, but he couldn't refute it with his own situation at all, so he could only ask quietly: "Then why do you want to kill Jin Yunfei?" ”

"Jin Yunfei is different from you, he wants to kill me from the moment he fights, and he also wants to kill my companions, be with wolves, protect criminals, ruthless, it can be said that he is a criminal himself, I am an armed policeman, it is my duty to eliminate harm for the people, I want to ask you, are you and Jin Yunfei the same kind of people? Also criminals to be caught by the state? ”

"Enough, don't say it again, I, Wu Bufeng, am not the kind of person who can't afford to lose! From then on, there was no martial arts style in martial arts! After Wu Bufeng said that, he turned around and left.

"Wait a minute!" Prince Joe spat out three words.

Wu Bufeng turned around: "What else do you want to say?" ”

"Your current injuries are very serious, and if you don't deal with them in time, it will most likely hinder your future cultivation! If you believe me, come with me to the Prince's Club, and I'll help you heal!" Prince Qiao said calmly.

Wu Bufeng was stunned, he couldn't have imagined that he was so provocative to Wang Ziqiao, Wang Ziqiao actually planned to heal himself, was he putting on a show in front of everyone? Or is it sincere?

But Wang Ziqiao's gaze gave him an extremely sincere feeling.

Wang Ziqiao smiled: "You don't have to look at me like this, I will treat the disease, I need a consultation fee, and one million is indispensable!" ”

Wu Bufeng didn't believe Wang Ziqiao's words at all, it was too easy to get a million to reach his level.

"Is he looking for steps for me?" Wu Bufeng's gaze at Wang Ziqiao was obviously much softer.

At this time, Wang Ziqiao no longer has the physical and mental strength to perform magic, he has also suffered a lot of injuries, his arms are still unable to use his strength, the fierce fight, the continuous and rapid use of magic, so that he also has a feeling of excessive consumption, and it is impossible to heal Wu Bufeng on the spot.

So, after finishing speaking, he nodded to Wu Bufeng and turned away.

He was going to go to the car, light ambergris, and take a short break.

……

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air.

Although the voice was small, it could still be heard by Wang Ziqiao and Wu Bufeng, and the two of them were surprised almost at the same time.

Especially Wang Ziqiao, he only felt that the cold hairs on his whole body suddenly rose, as if his life could be ended at any time, and he didn't look at it, so he desperately moved his body.

Strike!

A small silver arrow half a foot long passed through Wang Ziqiao's armpit ribs and nailed it to the floor tiles in front of him, halfway into the ground.

It can be seen how powerful this small arrow is, even if it is a tree, it will almost have to be shot through.

Wang Ziqiao groaned in pain and almost fell to the ground.

Before he could turn his head, a person appeared from behind the stage, and it was only at this time that this person shouted: "Prince Qiao, leave and return my junior brother's life!" ”

Before the voice fell, his figure had already arrived behind Wang Ziqiao, a distance of more than ten meters, and in the blink of an eye, he waved out a palm and hit Wang Ziqiao's back.

The difference between this palm and the arrow just now was only one second, and the opponent had already jumped into the air at the same time as he shot out the small arrow.

"Drink!"

Prince Qiao snorted, endured the injured ribs, and desperately dodged to the side.

But it was still half a beat slower, and this palm failed to hit his back, but it also grazed his shoulder.

Boom......

Prince Joe was hit and rolled forward.

But the people who came were in hot pursuit, and as soon as their toes landed, they jumped like monkeys, caught up, and slammed their palms on the back of Wang Ziqiao's head.

"Stop!"

Wu Bufeng finally reacted, and he didn't know where he got the strength, his body suddenly moved, came behind Wang Ziqiao, raised a palm, and struck with the comer.

Boom!

There was another explosion, the air roared, and the energy dispersed.

Wu Bufeng took three steps back in a row, and each step cracked a floor tile.

The person who came rolled backwards, landed on his feet, looked at Wu Bufeng in surprise, and shouted angrily: "Wu Bufeng, what are you doing?" ”

Wu Bufeng frowned and glared at the other party angrily: "Enough, is it glorious for you to sneak attack a junior like this?" ”

The face of the person who came was resentful, and he felt that Wu Bufeng had changed too much before and after, and when it came to sneak attacks, wouldn't you Wu Bufeng be the same?

But instead of speaking, he glared angrily at Prince Joe, who was getting up.

Wang Ziqiao turned his head to look at it, he was about fifty years old, wearing very ordinary gray casual clothes, black leather boots, inch head, a few gray hairs on his sideburns, wheat complexion, slightly longer cheeks, and a pair of sunken eyes that looked extremely gloomy.

"Zi Qiao!"

"Zi Qiao!"

"Master!"

The people who were still in the car couldn't care so much anymore, so they rushed out of the car and pounced on Wang Ziqiao.

Huo Zhendong, Huo Xiang, Yu Wei, Menglian Butterfly, Tsing Yi, as well as Wang Ziqiao's parents, Wei Ziao and his son, Zhao Zhong and his son, and so on, all surrounded him.

"Ziqiao, you're fine, right?" Yu Wei grabbed Wang Ziqiao's arm, looking extremely worried.

Wang Ziqiao's parents have also supported Wang Ziqiao, their eyes full of worry.

"Master?" Wei Ziao pounced in front of Wang Ziqiao, for this person who had only been a master for one day, Wei Ziao had this natural closeness, because he felt that only Wang Ziqiao was not afraid of himself, and also taught himself how to fight.

Wang Ziqiao shook his head, although he didn't speak, his eyes told everyone that he was fine.

Similarly, Sophie Fei in the car not far away also screamed, and wanted to get out of the car, but was grabbed by her mother.

"Mom, let me go see Ziqiao!" Sophie said anxiously.

"No need now, you see that there are already so many people around him, let's wait until later!" Long Huaqian understood her daughter's feelings, so she could only comfort her.

……

"Who are you?" Prince Joe gritted his teeth and looked at the people who attacked him.

"You killed my junior brother, who do you say I am?" The other party asked rhetorically.