Yang Pojun and the others finished eating, it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening, and tomorrow would be the 80th birthday of the old lady of the Wei Chi family.

Yang Pojun was going to talk to the Qiao family and the Pan family.

Being able to get the support of the two largest families in Jingzhou City is indeed a tiger with wings.

Yang Pojun and the others walked out of the restaurant, and a cool night breeze blew, which was very cool.

Yang Pojun scattered cigarettes for the zombies and said: "Come, a cigarette after dinner, race against the living immortals, we can't waste the days of the living immortals." ”

A few people began to light cigarettes and smoke, but before they could take two puffs, several of them were stunned and looked into the distance.

A group of people began to walk towards this direction, and they exuded a thick murderous aura.

The sky was as if black clouds had topped it, and it was very depressing!

The others saw the group of men in suits, quickly running away into the distance, and their suits all had a 'eight' on their chests!

Especially a burly man walking in the front, the suit doesn't seem to be able to wrap his body, and his body is full of explosive power!

The man's face has several scars on his face, and he looks very hideous!

Next to him is Qiao Junhao, a young man in a casual suit! Only now he has a cast on his left arm and is carrying it in front of him.

"Run, Qiao's eight-fingered people are coming!"

"I heard that Qiao Bazhi's people killed people, but they didn't leave a living mouth, so let's not look at the excitement, it's still important to die."

"Oh my God, who doesn't have long eyes, and dares to provoke Qiao Bazhi, it's really bold!"

The originally lively neighborhood instantly became quiet like a ghost domain, cold and terrifying.

All I could hear was the neat footsteps of the group of people approaching.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The ground seemed to shake together, and I saw that the lights of the surrounding blocks were quickly extinguished!

Suddenly, the entire block became pitch black, and the door of the restaurant behind Yang Pojun and them also slammed shut.

Only a few street lights in the neighborhood are still on!

Repression!

Heaviness!

That group of Qiao Bazhi captive masters exuded a murderous aura, and that aura condensed a black angry dragon!

"Roar!"

The angry dragon roared, surging directly towards Yang Pojun and them, if such a strong murderous aura attacked the consciousness, it would make people turn into vegetative people, and martial arts masters would affect their minds!

Yang Pojun stretched out his hand and stopped the zombies directly behind him!

Then Yang Pojun took a step forward, his chest straightened, and his body shook!

Rumble!

The murderous aura on Yang Pojun's body turned into a pitch-black Vermilion Bird Divine Beast!

Suddenly, the two monsters condensed by the huge murderous aura collided together in the void in an instant!

"Boom!"

A powerful wave of energy scattered in all directions, only to see the surrounding billboards, street lamps, and glass windows crackling and shattering in an instant!

And Yang Pojun and the group of men in suits all took a step back, especially the hideous man at the front of the Qiao family's masters, frowned and said, "With such a powerful momentum, it seems that you are a grandmaster-level master!" ”

Qiao Junhao, who was next to him, said incredulously: "Third uncle, he is younger than me, how can he be a grandmaster?" I'm a great player! ”

The hideous man said with a solemn expression: "Young Master, you seem to have provoked a hard stubble this time!" Today it's a bloody battle! Otherwise, our Qiao family is in danger! After all, the master of the sect master cannot be offended, so many of us come, it will make him feel that his dignity has been trampled on! ”

"Come on, take the young master back!"

"Third uncle, I want to stay here!"

"No, you are the hope of my Qiao family, and I have to let you go."

Two men in suits came out and took Qiao Junhao away.

The hideous man's voice sank and said, "Use the strongest force to kill me!" ”

This group of people are all martial arts masters, even if they can't see clearly, they can still see a rough idea.

But Yang Pojun is different, he has perspective, as if he has night vision goggles, it is clear!

The corners of Yang Pojun's mouth hooked up and sneered: "I was about to come to you, but you actually took the initiative to send it to the door, then I, Yang Pojun, just used you to stand up!" ”

"Zombies, you retreat, just leave it to me here, in today's battle, you can also see how I attacked, how much you can learn depends on your comprehension!"

Yang Pojun's figure took a step across, held a two-meter-high street lamp with one hand, and pulled it directly, and the street lamp pole was uprooted.

Yang Pojun's voice sank and said, "Zombie, I'll come to your Heavenly Dance Technique first!" ”

Yang Pojun dragged the lamp pole and rubbed a series of sparks on the ground, and the sound was harsh.

Yang Pojun was like a wolf like a flock of sheep, his figure flickered, and the lamp pole in his hand seemed to have become an indestructible weapon on one side, slashing horizontally and vertically, revealing a mysterious method.

Everywhere I passed, blood flew and heads fell to the ground!

Now is the era of martial arts, and the bloodshed of this underground force will not be reported, and the police will not care.

Because the strength of these families is beyond the control of the police, the police can only maintain law and order, and it is very dangerous to fight against these big families.

That's why several bigwigs in the military department handed over such a difficult task to the Hidden Dragon Special Combat Team.

And the Hidden Dragon handed over this task to Yang Pojun, although at that time they knew that Yang Pojun's Reaper Mercenary Regiment had been wiped out, and there was really no one else in the Hidden Dragon Special Combat Team at that time.

Yang Pojun is the highest hope of the thunder, and he also knows that Yang Pojun's cultivation has fallen to the bottom.

In fact, Lei Ting also has a selfish intention, he wants Yang Pojun to return to the top, and entangled with these underground forces in the city is a good opportunity to sharpen him.

It can also allow him to temporarily get rid of the scenes that often think of the death of his brothers.

Lei Ting is also a soldier, he understands that soldiers can't be idle for a moment, not to mention that Yang Pojun suffers from war rhapsody!

The telephone pole in Yang Pojun's hand was waved!

"Bang bang bang!"

A group of people flew out.

The zombie's pupils shrank a little, and its neck stretched very long.

He was afraid that he would miss any of Yang Pojun's moves!

But even if his consciousness is highly concentrated, his head has a quick memory, and his head is tingling, he still can't see it!

It's too fast!

The moves are too mysterious!

This is even more violent than the Heavenly Dance Technique cultivated by zombies!

The telephone pole in Yang Pojun's hand slammed a pestle on the floor!

Boom!

The floor around him cracked, and Yang Pojun's voice sank: "Long lame, look at it, your Red Thunder Gong!" ”

The dragon cripple also frowned! Eyes don't blink!

The people in the shops around them only heard screams from the neighborhood, and the sound of knives cutting bones, and the smell of blood reached the tips of their noses, but they couldn't see what was happening at the scene!

While trying to see it, I was scared and sweating profusely.

Then it was Li Yunlong's exercises!

And the people on Qiao Bazhi's side are losing and retreating!

The hideous man was shocked by Yang Pojun's methods, and he gasped and said, "I didn't expect that such a young man would be able to master several exercises and reach the perfect realm, I was really eye-opening!" To be able to die at the hands of such a peerless genius! It's not in vain for my Qiao Cheng's lifelong infatuation with martial arts! ”

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Xiao Jiu continued to write the next chapter~

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