Zheng Kun was a little dazed!

He felt that the young man in front of him was either a fool or a madman.

But doing this, isn't it a bit crazy to be boundless?

Do you really think that the rivers and lakes are so big, and he is the only one?

Those masters of the ancient martial arts realm he didn't move, but there were really a few people on the list in the Jiang Province circle around him.

He gritted his teeth and made a phone call.

Half an hour later, an Accord slowly stopped at the door.

An old man got out of the car.

White gown, white pants, cloth shoes, holding a string of prayer beads in his hand, ruddy complexion, like an old man who exercises in the park in the morning.

The old man looked at Zheng Kun, then at Huang Xiaoyu, stepped forward with a smile, arched his hand slightly, and said, "Ghost hand Taiji, Chen Gong!" ”

Zheng Kun shouted: "Gong Chen, kill him, what you owe me will be written off." ”

Chen Gong's eyes lit up and said, "Xiao Kunzi, this is what you said." No remorse. ”

Zheng Kun: "Be careful, he's not simple. ”

Chen Gong laughed, painted Tai Chi with both hands, hugged too empty, and put on a shelf: "Come on, let me see, how not simple is this stinky hairy boy?" Today, if you can get me to move my feet, I'm going to lose. ”

Huang Xiaoyu got up and walked up to him step by step.

A punch slammed into his chest.

Chen Gong mocked: "Hehe...... Sheep into the tiger's mouth, this is what you said is not simple? Xiao Kunzi, your vision is really bad. Look at me in four or two...... Take off, little one......"

Four or two thousand pounds?

What if the power of this punch exceeds a thousand catties?

Chen Gong has lived all his life, immersed in Tai Chi all his life, and is too superstitious about his own kung fu.

He didn't know that in the face of absolute power, all skills had become floating clouds.

Bang!

Like a car crashing over, Chen Gong flew out upside down, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fainted on the spot.

He turned around, sat down on the stool again, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of invitation to Zheng Kun.

Zheng Kun was in a hurry and made a second call: "Fat Tiger, save me, come quickly, shout Liu Yidao!" ”

Half an hour later, a fat man jumped out and shouted, "Made, who is it?" Who dares to provoke my brother Kun? It's embarrassing Brother Kun, it's to cut off Lao Tzu's wealth, don't you want to die? ”

The fat man had a hippie smile, and when he saw Chen Gong on the ground, the corners of his mouth twitched, but his momentum was still undiminished, and he shouted at Huang Xiaoyu: "Who are you?" Dare to come here and pretend to be forced, get out! ”

Huang Xiaoyu ignored him.

Squinting, his gaze fell on the shadow of the corner of the alley.

In that place, a young man in his twenties, holding a simple knife, like a wood carving, did not move. It was as if it had been standing there for a long, long time.

Huang Xiaoyu got up and looked at Zheng Kun: "Is there anything else?" ”

Zheng Kun gritted his teeth, the two of them arrived, he was full of spirit, and his arrogance was born again: "Fat man, Liu Yidao, kill him!" ”

The fat man glanced at Chen Gong on the ground again, and asked Liu Yidao: "Hey, brother, do you go first or do I go first?" ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Let's go together!" ”

Liu Yidao came out of the shadows, and the Pu knife was unsheathed, with a strange blue on it.

It is clear that quenching is toxic.

As soon as the fat man gritted his teeth, several silver needles appeared in his hands.

The same quenching is toxic.

"Boy, it's your own death, don't blame us."

Huang Xiaoyu: "Let's do it." ”

The fat man and Liu Yidao glanced at each other, their fingers flicked violently, and suddenly, three silver needles flew towards Huang Xiaoyu.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, there is only nothing.

Compared with the skinny monkey who flew to the game, this fat man was several levels higher in terms of strength, speed, and technique.

The three silver needles, two of which sealed the retreat of the yellow fish, and one of which pierced the heart.

At the same time, Liu Yidao cooperated very tacitly, and the knife was like thunder, cutting directly at Huang Xiaoyu's head.

Huang Xiaoyu can't hide.

If you dodge this knife, you will be stabbed by three silver needles.

Dodge the three silver needles, and your head will be cut off with a knife.

He can only hard-connect.

The fat man threw out three needles and was already holding his hands behind his back.

In the circle of Jiang Province, the name of the fat man can rarely be remembered, but the three words of star picker are golden signboards.

The man who stood there and did not move, let him shoot a few stitches, the fat man has seen.

But those few, which one is not the lord of the Great Gate Sect, and which one is not the old monster of the big family?

Even if this kid practices in his mother's womb, how powerful can he be? What's more, there is Liu Yidao to cooperate today.

But all of a sudden, his eyes widened.

Liu Yidao's simple knife, like lightning, flew towards his chest.

The fat man saw it clearly.

The yellow fish actually reached out and fished it, grabbed three silver needles in his hand, didn't talk nonsense, and stabbed directly at Liu Yidao's heart.

There is no intention of hiding from the willow knife at all. The speed is much, much faster than Liu Yidao.

Liu Yidao wanted to dodge, but he couldn't dodge it completely, and the silver needle pierced the heart.

And Pu Dao also fell into the hands of Huang Xiaoyu and threw it directly as a hidden weapon.

The fat man's heart jerked, and without saying a word, he immediately leaned back, fell to the ground, and rolled several times in a row before he barely dodged.

However, when he got up, his heart completely fell to the bottom.

Pu Dao didn't know when, he had returned to Huang Xiaoyu's hands.

And Huang Xiaoyu was standing in front of him, how did he come, how could he be so fast, he didn't see it at all, like a ghost.

The knife was pressed against his throat, and the fat man's cold sweat broke out all at once.

Fatty: "Wait...... Wait a minute! If you kill me, you will die too. The poison on my silver needle is a unique match, and no one has an antidote except myself. You touch my poisonous needle, three minutes, only three minutes, and you will definitely die. ”

Are you kidding?

The third order of quenching the body, Huang Xiaoyu took the elixir on the Dan Dao Divine Codex. Can mere earthly toxins hurt him?

Huang Xiaoyu: "Finished?" ”

Fat man: "Spare me!" I don't care about you and Zheng Kun. I'll give you the antidote and be a friend in the future. ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Anything else?" ”

The fat man felt his mouth dry and swallowed his saliva: "I don't want to die......"

Huang Xiaoyu: "You have killed people." ”

Fatty: "How do you know ......?"

Burst!

Park knife stabbed him abruptly into the heart.

Huang Xiaoyu pulled out his knife, came to Zheng Kun's side, and said lightly: "Say, who wants to deal with An An." ”

Zheng Kun's face was pale, and his lips trembled: "Bai Jie." ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Who is Bai Jie?" ”

Zheng Kun: "An Min's little wife." She wants to seize the An family's property. However, although Na Anmin doted on her, it was impossible for him to leave the money to her. Bai Jie found me through an introduction. 300,000 ruined the appearance of An Min's only daughter, and then let her little milk dog chase An An. Prepare the pit to settle down the property. ”

Hand up and knife down.

Zheng Kun returned to the west.

Huang Xiaoyu took out his mobile phone and called Bai Fengtian.

"Boss Bai, I'm sorry for two things."

Bai Fengtian: "Brother, just give orders." ”

Huang Xiaoyu: "Qihu Village in the northern suburbs, come to collect the corpse." Settle down and let her die. ”