Chapter 625 Wrong, Where, Where?

[Strange, why can't this title show up?] I also want to ask the wrong, where, where, where? The first is to ask for a recommendation ticket! ]

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"Let me give you a ride!"

At this moment, the rabbit fell, the big boss lay on his back, rolled the square table with chains, and the long knife slashed in the air, and the change was really like a lightning speed.

Who knew that Wang Dong just shook his head, and the drooping sleeves of his robe had floated out like clouds.

Between the waves of the long sleeves, to put it mildly, Wang Dong's movements are still very calm, and there is no half of fireworks.

But the long sleeves and the flying big table, the steel knife that broke through the air touched the air, and the solid and stiff table suddenly made a dull loud noise, and was directly broken by the long sleeves from the middle.

The steel knife was also shocked by the continuous force contained in the sleeve, and the golden light shattered, shattering into countless pieces.

Bang!!

Zhu Yeqing and Huang Rong saw the big boss's already flying figure, and they were suddenly hit by the long sleeves, and the whole person was like being struck by lightning, and the speed suddenly increased by a few points, breaking through the wall like a cannonball, and flying out.

Then there was no more sound.

Wang turned around and paced to Zhu Yeqing.

Zhu Yeqing lowered his head and almost fell to his knees, and before he could speak, he suddenly saw Wang Dong strike with a backpalm, and an invisible palm force hit in the air.

Although Zhu Yeqing is a talented and weak scholar, he is actually extremely strong in martial arts, and his swordsmanship is even more brilliant.

He once said that there are only thirty or fifty swordsmen in the world who can stab Meng Qing to death with a sword.

Among these thirty or fifty swordsmen, there must be his name, and it is enough to be among the best.

But in the face of Wang Dong's casual palm, Zhu Yeqing was shocked to realize how ridiculous his hidden martial arts were, and he couldn't resist it at all. With a pop, his whole body was hit by energy.

In the next moment, the qi in his body was scattered like a burst tide, which smashed his dantian to pieces.

Zhu Yeqing snorted in pain, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His face was miserable, and his body slumped and fell. Even more bleak than his look was his heart.

Zhu Yeqing's heart had sunk to the bottom, it was cold, and no one knew better than him, at this moment, his dantian was shattered, and his profound skills that had been refined for more than thirty years had been put into flowing water.

Wang Dong slowly withdrew his hand, still tucked into the sleeve of his robe, and said, "Do you know why I gave you this palm?" ”

Zhu Yeqing laughed miserably: "Because I made a mistake, I will be punished if I make a mistake." ”

"Oh! What mistakes did you make? ”

"I shouldn't have thought about it. It shouldn't be counted on your head. ”

Wang Dongyan shook his head when he heard this, and walked to the flower hall with his hands in his hands.

"I'm giving you this slap just because I'm better than you, so no matter what I do, you have to bear it." Wang Dong was already carrying Huang Rong, and his footsteps were about to step out of the flower hall, when the voice came back: "I want to see Murong Qiudi, let her come to see me within three days!" ”

"Hahaha......!" There was a dismal laugh from Zhuzhu Yeqing in the flower hall: "Not bad." Being weak is not the biggest mistake, but no matter how strong you are. Can you still control a person's life or death? ”

There was a crisp "bang", like something breaking through the stone pillar and bursting open.

Huang Rong glanced back, shook her head slightly, and said softly: "He committed suicide!" ”

Wang Dong looked motionless and nodded: "I know." ”

Huang Rong was slightly puzzled: "What do you want to see Murong Qiudi." Now that he's dead, who's going to deliver the news for you? ”

Wang Dong's eyes flickered, and he glanced towards the top beam of the flower hall and the shadows around him: "There will be someone." ”

Huang Rong saw Wang Dong's expression and came to her senses in an instant. knew that there was still someone hiding in the dark just now, but unfortunately she didn't know anything.

Now, Huang Rong doesn't feel so surprised.

In just this short journey, she found that there are many masters in this world, and there are not a few Jianghu people who are much more powerful than her.

In a few breaths, the two of them had already walked through the corridor outside the flower hall and walked out of the huge back garden.

When Huang Rong came, she had already seen a lot of guards outside, and the movement in the flower hall was not small, and it was impossible for no one to hear it, but at this time, no one went to check, and no one came forward to interrogate the two of them.

Huang Rong sighed again, although there are many masters in this world, there seem to be many smart people.

It wasn't until Wang Dong and Huang Rong walked out of the backyard that their figures disappeared completely, and in the shadows inside and outside the flower hall, a few people slowly walked out.

These people are all monks and laymen, and their appearance is strange!

An old man with a wrinkled face and gray hair stood with a sword in his hand, looking numb and tired, but this person was Mr. Mao Da, the eldest disciple of Jiangnan Murong.

Mr. Mao's real name is Mao Yiyun, and he is also Murong Qiudi's fiancé, and now he is only thirty-five years old, but he doesn't know why he ages so quickly.

Following Mao Da was a young Taoist with a long body and a long body, with an indescribable arrogance.

This young Taoist is Qiu Er.

Mao Da and Qiu Erju are famous swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, the two of them are not separated from Meng, Meng is not out of focus, and they join forces with a sword, the world is crossed, and the earth is broken.

There are even rumors in the rivers and lakes that once Mao Da and Qiu Er join forces to unleash that 'earth-shattering' sword, no one in the world will be invincible.

But Mao Da and Qiu Er stood far away from the other four, as if they were full of jealousy of those four people.

A man with one arm, one eye, one foot should look ugly and hideous, but this man groomed himself neatly, dressed gorgeously, decorated with jewels and jade, like a prince and nobleman.

Although he has one eye, one arm and one leg, he can carry two swords, shuttling like electricity, and he is the third among the top ten famous swords in the south of the Yangtze River, 'Swallow Double Flying' Shan Yifei.

The shriveled and fleshless old man, like a hanged ghost on the doorbeam, was called Liu Kuzhu.

There is also a fat man who is white and fat, laughing before speaking, like a fat man of Maitreya Buddha, full of wealth and wealth, but he is a famous rich man on the rivers and lakes "Rich Fairy Hand"!

Everyone knows that this fat man's hands can not only turn stones into gold, but also search souls and kill people.

The last person was an old monk with a shabby robe, hunched over, and a sickly face.

The old monk just walked out of the shadows, seemed to have exhausted his strength, and slowly paced to the flower hall and sat down, still coughing, and the sadness on his face became even stronger!

However, no one present dared to underestimate this old monk, because this monk was one of the three major monks of Shaolin, the most erratic, the most unpredictable, and the most murderous bitter master.

The six of them were silent for a while, but Qiu Er was the first to speak: "Mr. Ye seems to have fallen!" ”

The rich fairy rubbed the Hanyu wrench on the white fat finger in his hand, and grinned: "I'm not blind, so I can see it." ”

Shan Yifei said coldly: "Although I am missing an eye, fortunately I am not blind. ”

The willow withered bamboo floated into the flower hall like a ghost, and hid in the corner, and said, "Since you all saw it, why didn't you make a move just now?" (To be continued.) )