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After shouting, Wu Meng kicked his feet, and a burst of sand and dust suddenly rose on the ground, and his body was like a white lightning bolt, rushing towards the mist on the edge of the mountain.

The other two young men in white practice uniforms, with the same unruly smiles on their faces, rushed out at the same time, one left and one right.

When Huang Shulang saw this scene, he couldn't help but applaud loudly and applauded excitedly.

is just Li Qingfeng's personal disciple, he has such strength, not to mention Li Qingfeng himself!

Li Qingfeng stroked his beard with a smile and nodded with satisfaction, with a heavy smile in his eyes.

It is worthy of being a disciple trained by him personally, and it is really powerful.

Haha, it's still his master who teaches well!

Speaking of this, Li Qingfeng glanced at Luo Tian disdainfully.

The disdainful eyes seemed to be like Luo Tian's provocation, and the stinky boy stared at him with wide eyes, how awesome my apprentice is!

You don't need the old man to make a move, you can still kill that stick master!

With your ability, you still want to grab business with my dignified Bajiquan heir, Pavilion Master Li? Next life, hahaha! ……

Luo Tian naturally knew what Li Qingfeng was thinking, this old man was just afraid that he would rob him of his job.

Luo Tian clearly remembered that when Huang Shulang came to him, he said that the price was three million, but in the restaurant at night, Huang Shulang gave Li Qingfeng a price of five million, and after killing the stick master, there would be five million follow-up!

A whole ten million!

It is more than three times the amount promised to Luotian!

If it weren't for Luo Tian's desire to see the strength of this disciple of the leader of Jinjiang Dao, so as to find out the enemy family, I am afraid that he would not have agreed to Huang Shulang's request at all.

It's just three million, and it's not worth his shot.

That's when the situation changed dramatically.

The smile on Li Qingfeng's face suddenly froze on his face.

"This ...... This is......? Li Qingfeng's eyes widened and he looked at the scene in front of him dumbfounded.

I saw that in the thick fog on the top of the mountain, bursts of black smoke suddenly came, and it suddenly spread towards this side, quickly engulfing the three people led by Wu Meng.

I don't know what means the master named Han Junxi used to be able to produce this large cloud of black smoke in an instant, completely isolating Wu Meng and the three of them from the pavilion.

Wu Meng was shocked, gritted his teeth, and immediately ignored it, and continued to rush with his two junior disciples.

He is a disciple of Li Qingfeng, and he has won many martial arts awards in the province, and is known as the leader of the younger generation of Bajiquan in Jiangnan Province, how can he be afraid of a master of the stick country?

Luo Tian looked at the black smoke and shook his head.

He knew that Wu Meng and the three of them would definitely die.

Sure enough, just a minute later, there were heart-rending screams from the black smoke.

Smoke can isolate sight, but it can't isolate sound.

"Poof! Poof! ……”

The sound of a sharp weapon tearing muscles!

"Master, help! Ahhh …… No! Don't come here! ……”

"Big brother, I was wrong, I knelt down for you, please let me die as a dog! ……”

……

"Poof!"

Li Qingfeng's face became more and more solemn, and he seemed to finally realize that he had met a real master this time.

And it's the kind of master who kills people without blinking!

A touch of unprecedented panic finally appeared on his face.

After the voices of Wu Meng and the others stopped, the black smoke gradually dispersed, revealing the scene inside.

The picture is terrible.

Huang Shulang clutched his stomach and almost vomited.

Li Qingfeng was even more pale and stunned.

Even Luo Tian shook his head.

I saw three bloody corpses lying on the ground not far away.

Among them was a kneeling corpse, with its legs on the ground, its head bowed, and its white practice clothes stained bright red with blood.

Wu Meng's neck and body were dripping with blood, and only a bit of skin and flesh were still connected.

A great puddle of blood on the ground.

There is no doubt that Wu Meng knelt on the ground and begged for mercy just now, but the other party ignored it and still used a sharp weapon to cut off his throat.

Luo Tian couldn't help but shake his head, thinking of the middle finger that Wu Meng had drawn at him before he left, he only felt a little helpless.

The three of them join forces, even if they can't beat each other, at least one or two can escape.

However, Wu Meng and the three of them all died, and they died very miserably, and before they died, they even begged for mercy from each other, knelt down for the enemy, and even lost the last bit of dignity.

In front of the bodies of Wu Meng and the others, there stood a figure wrapped in a black robe, this person's face was gloomy, his face was covered with scars, his left hand was a black sickle, the blade of the sickle was dripping down with blood, and on his right hand was a pair of blood-colored balls......

Li Qingfeng and Huang Shulang's faces changed greatly, and a bad chill was born all over their bodies!

Han Junxi not only killed Wu Meng and the others, but also used a sickle to abolish Wu Meng's tricks!

So ruthless!

Wu Meng was not only cut off his throat, but even had a pair of tricks abolished, this scene made everyone feel cold!

"Damn! Kill my apprentice! You brute! ”

Li Qingfeng gritted his teeth, trembling with anger, where did he still see the appearance of the fairy wind bones before?

Get out of the way of a crazy farmer!

This stick master was able to use that kind of weird smoke, and killed three people in a row in a minute, but he was unharmed, it seems that his strength has reached level eight!

"Sleep, sleep...... Pavilion Master Li, what should I do next? ”

Huang Shulang was frightened, and remembered the fear of being dominated last night......

He was covered in a vicious chill, and a chill rose behind him, and he hurriedly moved to Li Qingfeng's side, his eyes full of panic.

Han Junxi's horror greatly exceeded his expectations!

Huang Shulang swept Li Qingfeng on the side, and felt a little relieved in his heart, fortunately, he spent a lot of money tonight to invite this Li Pavilion Master, who claimed to be the number one master in Jiangnan Province, otherwise he would definitely die tonight.

"Hehe, Boss Huang, it seems that you have brought a lot of masters."

"I just like to see you struggling and despairing."

Han Junxi licked his lips, raised the sickle in his hand in front of him, and licked it along the blade of the sickle with his tongue, a pair of vicious eyes, staring at Huang Shulang with a sneer, and Huang Shulang was frightened.

"I heard that the drum skin made of human skin and the drumstick made of human bone make the sound of the drum is particularly crisp, I want to borrow a few skins from you, and then borrow a few drumsticks, I don't know if you will agree."

Han Junxi's femme fatale-like eyes, like a scorpion's tail, swept over everyone.

Groov.

Huang Shulang panicked in his heart.

He barely stabilized his mind, got up and pointed at Han Junxi and scolded:

"Bastard, don't underestimate our Huaxia Martial Dao! This Pavilion Master Li next to me is the number one master in Jiangnan Province! It's more than enough to kill you! ”

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