"Brother Sikong, how do you feel?"

Yan Shan asked out loud, but before he could react, the peach blossom needle in Chu Bei's hand was aimed at him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The same blue glow burst out from the needle sky and submerged into Yan Shan's body, silently.

Under the waiting of Xiao Ke, Ouyang, and Huang Zong, the faces of Sikong Men and Yan Shan began to improve.

Especially in the case of Sikong Men, whose pitch-black skin was turning purple at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then returning to a bronz.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Brother Yan, let's try!"

Sikong Men took a deep breath, and then his eyes made an exchange with Yan Shan.

After the two reached an agreement, they closed their eyes slightly at the same time and operated the spiritual power in their bodies.

The next moment, a strong cyclone rose from outside the body of the two of them, whirring.

"Brother Sikong, Brother Yan, how are you feeling now?

Ouyang stepped forward and stood beside Sikong Men with concern on his face.

Sikong Men and Yan Shan glanced at each other, and then nodded at the same time.

"Boy, you really made me walk through the ghost gate!"

Sikong Men, whose situation had improved, straightened his clothes, looked directly at Chu Bei, and his face began to be gloomy.

Yan Shan also clenched his fists, glanced at the peach blossom needle hole in Chu Bei's hand, and said coldly: "I understand now, there are six syringes in your hand, three are poisonous needles and three are antidote needles!

"What's the matter? I just cured you and wanted to turn my face? What you did was too inauthentic, right?"

Chu Bei had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his hands behind his back, and he looked at Sikong Men and Yanshan playfully.

"Looking at you, it seems that you have expected such a result for a long time?"

Looking at Chu Bei, whose expression was calm and calm, Sikong Men and Yanshan's brows gradually furrowed.

"As you say, I can send out another poison needle. But the point is, whoever of you does it first, I'll shoot the poison needle into his body. As for the final antidote shot, I'll shoot it into the other person's body. ”

Chu Bei looked at Sikong Men and Yanshan with a playful expression, and there was no fear on his face.

Sikong Men snorted coldly and stomped on the ground with his right foot: "Are you kid threatening us?"

Chu Bei scratched his ears, spread his hands, and said indifferently: "You can think so." ”

As Chu Bei's fluttering words fell, the atmosphere in the field instantly became weird.

Battle, on the verge of breaking out.

"Brother Sikong, don't be angry! our lives are worth more than him, so let him go!"

After a long time, Huang Zong chuckled, breaking the dead silence in the field.

"Brother Sikong, Brother Yan, there is no hurry to kill him at this time. Right now, there is still a poisonous needle in his hand, and if he really drags one of us to the funeral, then we will lose. You might as well wait, and when this kid's last poisonous needle is used, we'll do it again. ”

Xiao Ke took a step forward and came to the middle of Sikong Men and Yan Shan, and lowered his voice.

Hearing this, after the two of them made eye contact, they snorted coldly at the same time, turned around and walked out of the door.

If there is still a chance, I am willing to come to this kind of business a few more times. ”

Looking at the back of Sikong Men and the others leaving, Chu Bei padded a bulging money bag with a smile on his face.

"I hope that in the near future, you will still be able to be so arrogant!"

Listening to the sarcastic words coming from behind him, Sikong Men waved his sleeves and put down the cruel words.

"Brother Chu, in fact, we can take this opportunity to reconcile with them. Anyway, they are also from the Zifeng Sect, and it is not a good thing for us to have an enmity with them. ”

After Sikong Men and his party left, Mo Qingwu pursed his lips, with a little worry in his eyes.

"Sister Mo, don't worry about it. The boss has a lot of means, so he won't be afraid of a small Zifeng Gate. ”

Before Chu Bei could speak, Bing Tongtong spoke first, full of confidence.

Hearing this, Chu Bei smiled, touched Bingtongtong's brain, looked at Mo Qingwu, and said softly: "Don't worry, don't talk about a Zifeng Sect, even if the three major forces come, they can't help me." ”

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Terminator plane.

In front of a 33-story building, police cars with honking horns were parked.

At this moment, in the hall on the first floor, dozens of policemen armed with police guns were vigilantly looking in one direction at the same time, and they were waiting for each other.

"Get on the ground, face down!

Amid the shouts of a policeman, a muscular man slowly walked out of a door.

The sturdy man did not seem to hear the shouts of the police, his eyes staring straight ahead, without any expression on his face.

"Listen to me, everyone shoot!"

The policeman at the head saw that the sturdy man was still doing his own thing, and he had no intention of surrendering, so he immediately waved his hand and made a gesture.

After receiving the order, a group of police officers pointed their guns at the stout man at the same time.

The next moment, the flames filled the sky, and the sound of gunfire was deafening.

Shockingly, the stout man seemed to be unaffected in any way, and even the extremely powerful AK gun bullets hit his body with a crisp thunderclap sound, unable to penetrate the stout man's body.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the expressions of the policemen were obviously stunned.

After being surprised, he retreated while increasing the output of firepower.

Huo Ran, the stout man took out a pistol from his arms and began to fight back.

The stout man didn't seem to mean to kill, and every shot only hit the policemen in the legs, rendering them incapacitated.

Within a moment, the miserable screams of the policemen echoed in the hall on the first floor.

Due to the special structure of the strong man's body, he quickly broke out of the police encirclement and came to a heavy truck with a blank face.

Without any hesitation, the stout man dragged a middle-aged man in the driver's seat out of the car, and then sat down himself.

A roar sounded.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of policemen, the stout man drove directly to the hall on the first floor in a heavy truck.

The walls fell and the glass shattered, and the stout man purposefully controlled the heavy truck to a smoke-filled room.

Hearing the voice, a yellow-haired woman in her thirties and a handsome child of about 10 years old walked out of the house.

"Drive!"

As soon as the yellow-haired woman and the handsome child boarded the car, they couldn't wait to shout at the stout man.

After glancing at the handsome child who was safe and sound, the stout man stepped on the accelerator and exited the hall amid the sound of gunshots.

"Helicopter sortie!"

Amid the shouts of a police officer, a white helicopter with a large number of weapons appeared in the sky.

However, before the pilot in the cabin could control the helicopter to chase the three stout men, a slightly emaciated man on the thirty-third floor rushed out on a motorcycle and crashed directly into the window glass.