I wasn't angry, I wasn't angry, although Old Man Tong's capricious face was really disgusting.

I stood in the line and watched from afar as the two men approached.

Muttered a few words to the scolding old boy.

The latter pointed his hand at me and said fiercely: "He, just him, he is Ma Biaozi's nephew." ”

The two of them nodded and walked back towards me.

"You're the Guan Ren?"

One of them asked me.

I said, "It's me." ”

The other person nodded and said, "What, Guan Ren, you honestly take us to your uncle, and after we bring it, you can leave." ”

I listen to this.

Pretending to be slightly scared.

"Good. Okay, then don't ......."

The two laughed at this time, and laughed cruelly.

"Don't worry, we won't kill you."

"yes, look what it is."

The one with the long hair on the other side.

Lit up his palms.

I shook my head.

He snorted, and as soon as he turned around, he slapped a tree the size of an arm.

"Iron sand palms. You know? ”

I nodded desperately: "Yes, yes." ”

"It's good to know, and if you know, lead the way."

The iron sand palm showed his ability, and the other one didn't, but it looked like it was an external kung fu such as a strong Vajra leg.

The two of them joined, and the old man Tong was proud, and began to brag about how he was, how powerful.

How many disciples have been accepted, and how much money do you earn in a year.

After listening to this, I realized why the old man Tong was in such a hurry to find the diamond fruit.

His kung fu lacks this, without this, his kung fu is not good, and if he gives people light, he can't shock people.

If he can't shake people, no one will accept him, and when the time comes, no one will do business with him, and his apprentices will not ask him to teach.

With kung fu can shock people, everyone admires him, and they are willing to do business with him.

As for accepting apprentices, he has a price.

According to him, a closed disciple has to start at least 500,000.

Old man Tong talked about him, and at the same time took the intercom, constantly beckoning people to join the team.

Gradually, more people came.

In the end, nearly two dozen people came.

Of these, half were with guns.

A few of them were guns that were apparently left over from the drug dealers I had killed.

There were three men with guns guarding me.

Moreover, they discussed together, after seeing Ma Biaozi, they would pick my hamstring first, or the big tendon on my neck.

They want to make it more miserable, so that Ma Biaozi knows the pain.

That's how they can hand over what they need.

They want Ma Biaozi to see with their own eyes, because of his obstinacy, I, a lively and good-looking person, eventually became a cripple.

Well, these are the people in the martial arts.

Three of them are still practicing Xingyi.

I followed the kung fu learned by a wave of people in Shandong, and I have been learning for six or seven years.

It's these three students who learn the meaning of form, and the first thing they said after seeing me was to ask these people, why didn't they tie me up.

They replied that they had guns anyway, and they couldn't run, so they were tied up and troubled.

Then, one of the three students kicked me and cursed in his mouth.

The seventh master said that the current national art in China is divided into three classes.

I don't know anything, but I have a lot of enthusiasm and want to learn some real kung fu.

The second is this wave of people, who are still the kind of people who make up the majority of the population.

I've learned the skills for a few years, and it's also a real thing.

The kung fu is somewhat there, but the heart is not good.

In the end, the cultural quality is low, and the level of cultivation is not enough.

With a little ability, there is no one in his eyes, and he does not leave dirty words in three sentences, and he also squints when he looks at people, and he looks at the sky angrily.

Walking and eating or something, it's all like a big brother in the underworld.

This kind of martial arts student is currently the backbone of the country, and it is also the number one person with the largest number.

The seventh master said that I was a good fate, and I followed a few third people, that is, old boxers who really have ability, Taoism, Buddha cultivation and cultivation.

Otherwise, if I mix with these stalwarts people.

That's it.

Either I'll go and lose hope in the national arts completely.

Or they will be mixed with the same virtues as them.

I am really convinced by the plain zhì of these people.

No, it's time to eat.

They took out the beer they were carrying and drank it in large gulps, throwing bottles everywhere.

Smoking, flicking cigarette butts at will, shouting, swearing, and a gang of people fighting the landlord together.

I sat under a tree guarding the Wangxingren, and I was really speechless.

It seems that the work of education reform must be accelerated, otherwise it will always be exam-oriented education, this person, no, really not!

I looked at the sky with emotion.

The next second, I was excited.

Then I glanced at the Wangs, who roared lowly, toward some corner of the bushes in the distance, baring their teeth and roaring lowly.

I know things are bad.

So, he stood up and shouted, "Hey, be careful, someone seems to be coming, be careful." ”

"Ji'ao, your mother, what are you shouting?"

A tall man with a gun on his back and a beer on his back turned his head and scolded me.

After scolding, he turned the gun over and said, "Shout again, shout, I'll kill you." ”

After a sentence to kill you, the tall man's head suddenly spun around several times above his head.

I read that right, I just spun it several times, and after the spin, it fell to the ground.

Wang Xing's body moved, and he wanted to jump forward.

I reached out and held it firmly, not letting it move.

Not only did I not move, but I also quickly and decisively lay on the ground with Wang Xingren.

Why?

Because along the way, I saw things with my eyes and analyzed a result.

The result is ...... Bang bang bang!

The gun went off.

A group of people, all taking care of themselves, fired their guns at a black human behind the tall man who had lost his head.

So who are the human beings?

He is definitely not Ma Biaozi, he should be Wang Jingui.

Because, the purpose of taking this road is to let Wang Xingren take me and lead these people to find Wang Jingui!

Now, it's finally unexpected!

This was the first time I had seen Wang Jingui, but I couldn't see his face clearly.

Because he moved too fast, it was already so fast that it violated the limits of normal human bodies.

Wow!

As he dodged from behind the tall man, the arm of another man more than five meters away from him fell off.

Let him be wrung alive.

That's not all, as soon as the arm of the one who lost his arm fell off, he died under the random guns of his companions.

Because, accidental injury!

They wanted to fight Wang Jingui, but Wang Jingui was not dead, he was alive, and it was not an ordinary life, it was the kind of life that moved faster than the top practitioners...... They missed, and only their teammates could be injured.

I had already analyzed this, so I lay on the ground.

Overhead, bullets, swishing, and the trees behind the hit shook for a while.

Bang bang bang!

Horn, abrupt ...... Wang Jingui was like a black ghost, rushing around in the crowd.

Everywhere they went, someone would be seriously injured, either with a broken arm or a head dropped.

And these twenty or so people, while retreating and running out, turned around and put their guns away.

Strafing, point-and-shoot, burst-and-shoot, almost all of them are teammates.

Qin Yue told me that when more than two people carry guns on a mission.

Fighting with guns is very particular about formation.

There are strict requirements, sign language for communication at any time, special fire instructions, and a series of other paramilitary things.

This kind of instruction pursues precision strikes and achieves zero accidental injuries!

These people are untrained, and in reality, very few people are exposed to real firearms combat training.

That's by no means, you can fight, you just need to hit accurately, there are a lot of things involved.

Including, positioning, etc., a lot, a lot.

That's why we're in the situation we have today.

Almost six or seven people died by mistake at the hands of their companions.

Wang Jingui killed nearly ten more people with the strength of one person.

Among the remaining people, three of them seemed to have been soldiers and knew how to use guns, and they formed a triangular formation back to back and advanced towards Wang Jingui.

They emptied a whole magazine, drew their pistols and fired, and finally the pistols were empty.

Wang Jingui was shot.

He was hit more than once, but not in the head and important points, because this guy doesn't stop, he is in motion at all times, even if he is shot in the body, he still jumps back and forth, jumping...... After the three of them ran out of bullets, Wang Jingui rushed up to fight with the three people.

At this time, another person picked up a gun that someone didn't know who had dropped on the periphery, and then the guy grabbed the gun and swept it at Wang Jingui.

Wang Jingui seems to have been hit by two more bullets.

The rest of the bullets seriously wounded the three men.

Wang Jingui's movement speed finally slowed down.

At this time, I didn't dare to show my head or come forward.

Sure enough, from time to time, there were still people who gritted their teeth, got up, held their guns in the direction of Wang Jingui, bang, bang, swept, and beat randomly.

Witnessing this, I summarized one sentence.

For an undisciplined team, guns?

It's a disaster!

Everybody takes care of themselves, everybody doesn't want to do their own thing, and then ...... That's it.

I remember Qin Yue said a sentence.

A real warrior is not to deal with the enemy on the battlefield, but to look after the back of his comrades!

Five minutes later.

The battle stopped, and Wang Jingui finally fell.

I got up and looked around the perimeter, and many of them were badly injured.

Despite my repeated statements that I had no ill will, several people still held guns at me.

They're red-eyed, really red-eyed.

Fortunately, the chambers were out of ammunition, so I unloaded their guns and tossed them aside and piled them up.

Estimating the mad brother.

I walked to the center of the field and looked at the three men who seemed to have been soldiers.

They were all badly wounded, and they lay there, scolding and scolding who was so short-sighted, and shooting everywhere.

I moved and walked forward, and finally came to Wang Jingui's side.

To be honest, I was really shocked when I saw this man.

Because, his face is very abnormal.

Of course, it wasn't shot.

His teeth bulged outward, a bit like an ape-man, and his front teeth were large and stunning.

The hair on the body is heavy, and there are obvious signs of atavism.

He had been shot no less than ten times in the body, but he was not dead yet.

I took a look and saw that the muscles on his body were firmly wrapped around the bullet.

And the muscles are still contracting and beating violently like the heart.

What stopped him was supposed to be a few shots in the stomach, and a few shots could have been fired at close range, and his stomach was torn open by bullets.

The muscles can't be twisted together, and they can't exert force.

Unable to stop the bullet from moving forward, the bullet broke his stomach.

Stomach acid flowed out and seeped into his organs, causing fatal damage to him.

I squatted down on his head.

"Is your name Wang Jingui?"

"yes......"

He replied slowly, as if blowing from his throat.

I said, "Are you the one who injured Guan Zhengwei?" ”

"yes......"

This book is drunk and quickly updated Baidu search than "why?" ”

"King Kong Fruit...... Vajra ......... I want Ma Biaozi to hand over the vajra fruit......... Vajra ...... He's going to ruin, he's going to ruin......... I can't go up, I can't go up...... I'm...... I'm going to kill, kill, kill, kill...... Kill ......"

Me: "Where is Ma Biaozi?" ”

"Front, waterfall, cliff ......"

I didn't say anything else at this time, I glanced at the Wang Xingren who was squatting on the side.

I gave it a look.

Wang Xingren understood, pounced, and bit Wang Jingui's throat.

He died, let a dog, bite to death