As Ling Chaoran's words fell, everyone gasped, and saw that next to those people in cyan tunics and guns, all of them appeared floating white figures, both men and women, all with sinister smiles on their faces, especially with the atmosphere of this cemetery, which made people shudder even more.

There is no shortage of wandering spirits in the cemetery, because the yin qi is heavy, so many wandering spirits will come at night, which is why the doorman in the mausoleum area generally does not go out at night, even if these wandering spirits will not take the initiative to harm him, the vigorous yin qi will also cause chronic damage to the body.

Therefore, Ling Chaoran didn't deploy anything else at all, these geists were enough to deal with the gunners.

With another wave of his hand, all the geists rushed into the bodies of those cyan tunics.

In an instant, these people's expressions froze, and they stood motionless.

The old housekeeper was frightened, he had seen ghosts when he was a child, and it took years for his childhood nightmare to fade, and today, he actually saw so many at once, and his legs began to swing.

Uncle Seven's face is not good-looking, but he doesn't have much fear, he also knows the metaphysical people, and knows that powerful martial artists like him are extremely strong, and it is difficult for ordinary ghosts to get close, but in this way, all gunmen are useless.

"Since you don't kneel, I'll beat you until you kneel."

Seeing that Ling Chaoran had already rushed over, the seventh uncle gritted his teeth, the current situation, he could only bite the bullet, although he had a hidden disease, and his strength had dropped to a half-step grandmaster, but he used to be a real martial arts master, and there should be no problem in killing Ling Chaoran, a descendant.

The two powerhouses were about to collide, and the eyes of Fu Bo and the others were straight, and they were indeed shocked by Ling Chaoran's hand just now, especially Fu Bo, as if he had returned to the big private room of the club again, and the first time he saw the hell, he was scared to the point that the six gods were gone.

"Die!"

Where all the eyes were condensed, Uncle Seven and Ling Chaoran finally met.

The word was prominent, the seventh uncle's right hand formed a fist, and he hit Ling Chaoran, the strong wind was whistling, flying sand and stones, this is the momentum of the half-step grandmaster, he has condensed his body to a very terrifying level, and when he reaches the extreme, he can become a martial arts grandmaster, the top existence among the martial artists.

The sound of a sonic boom sounded, the blunt knife and the others were terrified, Uncle Seven's punch was too terrifying, could Ling Chaoran really take it? Isn't he a ghost? Why don't you use supernatural techniques to deal with it, but prefer hand-to-hand combat.

In the face of such a fierce punch, the cold light in Ling Chaoran's eyes exploded, Volcano, this is the last enemy.

In the same way, his right hand clenched into a fist and slammed it out.

Boom!

The two sides collided, and everyone covered their ears in pain, as if someone had fired a starting pistol in their ears, which showed how terrible the confrontation between the two terrifying warriors was.

"Ahh

But the next moment, Uncle Seven's miserable howl resounded throughout the cemetery, and the whole person also took a few steps back, and then looked at his right arm, the bones broke through the shackles of the muscles and rushed out, looking extremely terrifying.

Ling Chaoran didn't stop, he chased up, and kicked his right foot twice like lightning.

Click!

The seventh uncle, who was no longer able to resist at all, snorted in pain again, and the two kneecaps shattered, and fell to the ground with a pop.

Grabbing Uncle Seven's neck, Ling Chaoran walked towards the coffin step by step, and then threw it heavily to the ground, and the cold voice came like hell.

"Kowtow, admit your mistake."

Quiet! The silence of death, the whole cemetery seemed to have no living people, and everyone who could breathe on their own was dumbfounded.

Huo Du, the martial arts master who was in charge of the entire Huazhou underground forces, was so strong that no one dared to resist the existence of Ling Chaoran, who was actually beaten by Ling Chaoran three times and divided by two by two and knelt on the ground like a dead dog, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, who would dare to believe it.

The old butler, who was full of heart and gall at the moment, finally woke up, and suddenly roared out of nowhere.

"You dare! Ling Chaoran, the seventh uncle has three apprentices, one is a martial arts master, one is the founder of a listed company, and the other is a famous foreign mercenary king, if you dare to kill the seventh uncle, you can't escape from the ends of the earth! ”

Ling Chaoran turned his head, a look appeared, and standing behind the old butler, a man in a tunic who had been put on the body of a wandering spirit, slowly raised the gun in his hand, and then pulled the trigger.

"Kowtow."

Spit out the two words again, and the pain of Uncle Seven's whole body and the grief and fear in his heart all invaded his brain, and the previous hidden disease also broke out at this time, and he actually tilted his head and died directly.

Frowning slightly, Ling Chaoran looked at the blunt knife and the others and said.

"Let's have a funeral."

The funeral of the volcano is over, the scene has been cleaned, and the people brought by Uncle Seven, all of whom were spared, were all moved into a van, as for how to deal with it, of course the blunt knife and others are very good, but even if it has been almost an hour, there is still disbelief in their eyes, a boss like Uncle Seven, who can imagine that he provoked Ling Chao and then ended up like this.

"Mourning waves."

Ling Chaoran suddenly spoke, and hurriedly trotted over, in his eyes, Ling Chaoran was now an existence like a god, and it was absolutely impossible to have the slightest doubt in the future.

"Ling Shao, you..."

Click!

Without any warning, Ling Chaoran suddenly stretched out his right hand and twisted Fu Bo's neck.

"The grass rat on the wall is blind, is it really a fool for me Ling Chaoran? Ashtray, after the loss of the wave of the territory and people, you to lead, blunt knife you assist the ashtray, as for the blunt knife you. ”

Speaking of this, Ling Chaoran glanced at Wen Ye, and with a sharp gaze, Wen Ye instantly became nervous.

"Even if you give birth to a good son, the boss of Huazhou in the future, you will do it, who is not convinced and let him come to me."

Hiss!

The blunt knife couldn't believe what he heard, it was really like what his son said, he won the bet this time, Huazhou, the annual income in the future will definitely be many times better than what he is now, and it is really a step to the sky.

"Thank you Ling Shao."

There is also an excitement, that is, the ashtray, mixed society, who doesn't want to be the big brother, the ashtray is naturally no exception, although the eldest brother mourning wave died, he was a little sad, but people, when it is time to bow their heads, they have to bow their heads, if it weren't for the attitude of swearing to follow before, I'm afraid I'm lying on the ground now, in addition to mourning, there is him.

Everything was settled, and when Ling Chaoran returned to the hotel, the sky was already beginning to be cloudy, and the reason why the house was not returned was that he wanted to communicate something with Xiao Jin, after all, it was still a little inconvenient in the rental house.

As for the soul of the seventh uncle, he was naturally taken away by the bull head, and at the same time, he also instructed the bull head to let those yin and soul hook all pay attention to the soul of the volcano, which can be regarded as a little comfort in the soul.

After cleaning up casually, Ling Chaoran returned to the rental house, after all, school starts today, and the schoolbag is still here, the interesting thing is that he finally had time to take out his mobile phone and take a look, and when he saw a text message from Li Changsheng, he remembered that the charity auction in Feitian Mountain Villa tonight was missed.

However, after reading the text message, he was stunned for a moment, it seems that his luck is not bad, because the charity auction has been postponed to next Saturday, which is also a bit interesting.

When he was about to arrive at the gate of the courtyard, Ling Chaoran stood in place, and for a while his eyes were quite complicated and looked at a small young man with an inch of hair leaning against the wall.

And the young man was even more excited, his body trembled inexplicably, and he spit out a word only after half a salary.

"Brother."