Inside the room, Wan Gu sat upright, and suddenly opened his eyes, the cold light shone brightly, and the air was steaming.

In the past two days, Wan Gu has been very angry in the hunter world, and now there are people who have come to make trouble, which makes his temper revive again.

Of course, he also knew that the purpose of the person who came was Song Xin, and it had nothing to do with him, if it was outside, even if she died, Wan Gu would not pay attention to it.

But running here is different, Song Xin's business is her business, and trespassing on the courtyard is his business.

"It's bold." Wan Gu snorted gloomily: "If I don't give you some color, I really think that any cat or dog here can enter and exit casually." ”

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and activated his true qi, using his ability to manifest a thread with a needle.

With a flick of his hand, with a 'chirp', the needle passed through the window, slashed through the void, and flew towards Zhang Jianjun.

"Buzz!" The scalp tightened, and goosebumps broke out all over his body, after all, Zhang Jianjun had profound skills and a strong perception of danger, plus Wan Gu just waved his hand, and he didn't even exert one-tenth of his strength.

He looked up and flashed, and the tiny chanting needle brushed his scalp, almost hurt.

"Oops!" Zhang Jianjun's body suddenly shook, and he suddenly remembered Zhang Hui behind him.

Turning his head to look, sure enough, he saw a silver silk thread hitting Zhang Hui's forehead and submerged into it.

At this time, Zhang Hui's expression was dumbfounded, his eyes were blank, and he stood behind him lifelessly.

A chill suddenly increased,

"Damn!" Zhang Jianjun scolded secretly, a little angry, although Zhang Hui is not his son, but how to say it, he is also his own nephew.

was killed right under his nose, how to say that he was also quite famous in the rivers and lakes, which made his anger explode suddenly.

"Damn, take your life!" Zhang Jianjun roared wildly, and when he carried the basic light power, he was about to rush to the direction where Wan Gu was.

At this moment, Zhang Hui, who was originally indifferent, suddenly jumped up, pounced on Zhang Jianjun, and punched out.

Zhang Hui, who was controlled by Wan Gu, had all his physical potential, and coupled with his original internal strength of more than ten years, the strength he exerted was not weak at all.

The fist made a loud noise, setting off a gust of wind and blasting towards Zhang Jianjun's back.

Caught off guard, Zhang Jianjun was directly blasted out, crossed an arc, and smashed heavily on the ground.

"Poof!" Zhang Jianjun directly spurted blood, looked at his nephew Zhang Hui incredulously, and looked a little unnatural: "How is it possible!" Why is this happening? ”

He really couldn't figure out that Zhang Hui would attack him, and his nephew was obviously pierced by needles and threads in his forehead under his nose, so he should be dead, how could he still act.

Even Zhang Hui himself was surprised, because his consciousness was still there, and his limbs were also felt, but he couldn't control his body, which made him feel deep fear.

"Could it be a ghost!" Thinking like this, he suddenly felt a chill arise, as if there was a demon hidden in his body.

The rustle of the leaves seemed to be a ghost playing, and the old house became eerie in his eyes.

At this moment, Wan Gu's long voice suddenly came: "The Buddha-figure means to reach the sky, this little thing is easy, how can you understand it." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Jianjun's scalp was numb, and he vaguely felt that the mysterious person in the house was not simple, but he had to send it.

Frowning, thinking for a long time, he turned over and got up, desperately killing towards Wangu's room.

"Humph! With your strength, you dare to go wild here! As he spoke, Wan Gu stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and a yang finger shot out violently.

This masculine finger instantly passed through the window, cutting through the void and pointing directly at Zhang Jianjun.

Seeing this, Zhang Jianjun was a little surprised, the release of internal force is not something that ordinary people can achieve.

Each of these people is a strong person with profound skills, meridian implementation, and high strength.

However, he was full of confidence in his iron sand palm, and he could resist the bullets of the small meridian mouth, the corners of his mouth rose, and he yelled contemptuously: "Let you see my iron sand palm!" ”

As he spoke, he used his strength, exerted his iron sand palm, and when his internal force turned, he saw that his hands were black, and his palm was impressive, and a palm burst out.

Burst!

The imaginary thing did not happen, the masculine finger instantly pierced through the black palm, bursting a piece of flesh and blood, and the masculine finger flew over the courtyard, and shot through the wall again into the distance.

"Ahh Zhang Jianjun clenched his hands, his eyes burst out, green tendons appeared, and he was sweating profusely.

"It's over, I've met a master!"

These were the words that came to his mind for a split second.

His body trembled slightly, panting heavily.

At this moment, Zhang Hui, who was controlled by Wan Gu, rushed straight up again, suddenly raised his legs, twisted his waist, and the few internal forces suddenly erupted and kicked towards Zhang Jianjun.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Zhang Jianjun had been prepared this time, but he was still blown away by this unimaginable force.

The whole person swiped low in the air, and his feet slid on the ground for five or six meters before stopping.

On the battlefield, it seems that Zhang Hui has an absolute advantage, but in fact, these forces have a price, just that kick, it hurts Zhang Hui to cry and call his mother, why can't he make a sound, he can only bear it silently.

"Please raise your noble hand!" Zhang Jianjun stabilized the lower plate, exhaled a breath, and saw Zhang Hui attacking again, he hurriedly said: "There are many offenses this time, and in the coming day, I will make amends." ”

At this point, if he hadn't realized the difference in strength between the two, he would have died in the rivers and lakes a long time ago.

As for Song Xin, he had already been thrown away by him 108,000 miles away. He even suspected that Song Xin was the apprentice of the mysterious person in the house, and such a person was not something he could provoke at all.

"Humph! I regret it now, it's too late! Wan Gu disdained, the fingers connected to the reading line moved slightly, and manipulated Zhang Hui to rush up again, this direct control method is very effective, it is a precise control.

Outside, Zhang Hui was under the control of Wangu, extremely brave, and after his potential exploded, his strength was amazing, fearless, like Deadpool, constantly punching and kicking, and he actually pressed Zhang Jianjun, whose skill was much higher than Zhang Hui's.

Bang bang......

At the beginning, Zhang Jianjun still had the strength to fight back, but as time went by, his skills became less and less, and his physical strength began to run out.

In the second half, he was directly pressed to the ground by Zhang Hui for a while.

It wasn't until Zhang Jianjun was beaten to the point that his nose and face were swollen and he was dying, that Wan Gu ended the battle.

With a backhand twitch, he withdrew the reading needle, only to see Zhang Hui fall to the ground instantly, and his trembling muscles told Wangu that his body was not comfortable, and the muscle strains were small.

Getting this result, Wan Gu stretched out his hand and waved, and suddenly a hurricane rolled up, directly lifting the two out of the yard, and the strong wind closed the gate.

After that, Wangu entered into the meditation again.

With a steady and powerful breath, a long and a short combination, soon, Wan Gu felt a faint aura attacking.

A faint trace of white aura flowed into his body along his mouth and nose, and even his skin, slowly wandering among the tendons and veins, and finally forming true qi to return to the dantian.

In the afternoon, the embarrassed Zhang Jianjun woke up in a trance.

"I'm not dead!" Zhang Jianjun, who woke up, stroked his whole body with a smile, and after confirming that there were no missing parts, he laughed heartily: "Haha...... I'm fine, great. ”

As he spoke, he was suddenly startled, and quickly covered his mouth to observe the hellish courtyard in front of him.

The tall and dense old banyan trees cover most of the yard in shade from the sky, and the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves are particularly quiet.

After confirming that there was no movement, he looked at Zhang Hui who was lying on the side, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he stretched out his fingers and put them on his neck: "It's not dead, it's great." ”

Then, he hurriedly woke up Zhang Hui, and the two drove away in a hurry.

In the car, Zhang Hui was lying in the passenger seat like a dead pig, nagging with a chrysanthemum on his face: "Second uncle, I... My body hurts! ”

"Hmph, don't I hurt?" Zhang Jianjun rubbed his shoulders and scolded loudly.

If he hadn't known that his nephew was controlled by others, he would have even had the heart to kill people now.

These words can arouse Zhang Hui's dissatisfaction, and he thought with a sneer: "Hmph, I thought you were so good, you didn't get your ass and urinate by me." ”

In his family, except for this second uncle, no one dared to murder him like this, even his father never scolded him, and it was precisely because of this that he created a life of eating, drinking, and having nothing to do all day long, as well as his character of being ambitious and disrespecting his elders.

Thinking like this, he had evil thoughts in his heart, and said again: "Second uncle, wait a minute, I'll call my dad over, why don't we kill him together." ”

"Humph!" Zhang Jianjun snorted coldly, glanced at Zhang Hui, and mocked: "There is not enough success, but there is more than failure." You'd better go back and wait for the family law to serve. ”

This thing. Count them unlucky, as for what to call the police, don't think about it.

There is a good saying: the rivers and lakes are the affairs of the rivers and lakes.

The affairs of their warriors must not be related to the official.

Otherwise, it's not good for anyone.