It's just that people who practice the exercises don't have to wait for the actual hands-on moves, but by observing, they can already distinguish the winner from the loser!

Although Tian Pengkun relied on sucking ghosts to improve his mana, his foundation was too weak, if he really fought with me, the two of us would be half a catty and eight taels of money, and he might not be the one who won in the end.

Tian Pengkun knew that with his current ability, he was still invincible to me. He slowly clasped his large hand around mine, then pushed it to the side.

"Bing Yuyang, I advise you to be careful! I've never had you in my eyes. You, Pang Guang, Sun Yongju, and many others are going to be unlucky together.

Includes ......"

Tian Pengkun pursed his lips and smiled badly.

"Including my childhood sweetheart's sister Danxin. Do you really think that she will definitely be yours in the future? The woman I Tian Pengkun wants, even if it's broken, I won't let her fall into the hands of others! ”

"You, what exactly are you going to do to Danxin?"

"Not yet!" Tian Pengkun smiled ruthlessly.

"Sooner or later, I'll let you all know. Who is the best person in the world? It's me Tian Pengkun. What Maoshan, Laoshan, Wumen, I will trample all of you bastards under your feet......"

Tian Pengkun lowered his head and glanced at the time, frowned slightly, turned around and left.

I was on my own, and I always had an ominous sixth sense in my heart.

What Tian Pengkun said just now is too weird! There is also the recent major changes in the Tian family.

Liu Sheng is obviously the head of the Laoshan Sect Fu Sect, but he actually connived at his own son to practice by sucking ghosts.

And the last time I saw Liu Sheng, I observed that his eyebrows were covered with a faint red gas. Even Liu Sheng himself is practicing that kind of evil kung fu.

Also, Tian Zhiwei also said that there seems to be some Taoist treasure in the ancestral treasure of the Tian family. Liu Sheng lurked in the Tian family with his tail between his legs for twenty or thirty years, in order to get this treasure.

What the hell is that baby? Presumably, it will be a disaster!

But now the top priority is to rescue Uncle Dang.

Half a month has passed since I left the Tian family last time. Uncle Pang was imprisoned by Liu Sheng's traitor for half a month, and he didn't know if he had suffered hardship, whether he was injured, or whether he was hungry.

I hurried back to the longevity shop and opened the brown paper bag that Tian Pengkun handed me.

There really was only a bank card in it, and a note. The bank card was for Tian Zhiwei, I directly slapped the card into Tian Zhiwei's hand, and asked this old guy to quickly buy a train ticket or plane ticket, and directly roll me up and leave!

And the remaining small note, the address written on it is - the basement floor of the South Ring Seafood Market in Dongcheng.

I consulted with Sun Yongju, Sun Hanhan and Pan Donghan overnight.

Sun Yongju and Sun Hanhan are two people, one is an old man and the other is a woman. The two of them were responsible for answering outside, hiring a van in advance, and Pan Donghan and I were responsible for going to rescue people.

Tian Pengkun told me that the time was 8 a.m. the next morning, and Liu Sheng and Sima Yuan would leave the seafood market.

I couldn't sleep all night, although I couldn't wait, but I didn't want to startle the snake. We got our car on time at 7:50 and drove to the seafood market.

When I arrived at the seafood market, it was already 8:05 in the morning. I watched with my own eyes that Liu Sheng and Sima Yuan had just left here in a red Ferrari.

Our car was meeting the red Ferrari, but we were well prepared. Because Pang Guang was detained near the seafood market, Sun Hanhan specially rented a silver-gray bread that can usually pull fish and goods.

And the windows were covered with black glass, so I'm sure we weren't exposing ourselves.

When we watched from afar, the red Ferrari drove away. Pan Donghan and I got out of the car as fast as we could, and then found the basement floor.

The basement floor was originally a cold storage for fish and seafood.

When I went underground, I saw that it was empty, and there was a stainless steel sliding door that was hidden.

I slowly pushed the sliding door up and got in with Pan Donghan.

As soon as I entered, I heard the sound of several people shouting and playing poker.

“45678！”

"Three 6s!"

"Tube, three 8s!"

"Little one!"

"Damn, you're going to be a 5 minutes!"

……

There was a faint smell of alcohol wafting through the room.

Pan Donghan and I secretly hid behind the door and tilted our heads to look inside. I saw that there were four middle-aged men around a round table, drinking wine and eating cooked food while shaving.

looked at the four middle-aged men, all of whom were about thirty-seven or eighteen years old. Some are wearing denim clothes, and some are wearing leather jackets, but they are all tough and strong, and they are full of dignity at first glance.

In one of them, the man in the denim suit had a bunch of keys hanging from his waist, and further inside there was a room with a lock.

I'm sure Uncle Dang will be locked up in that house.

I gave Pan Donghan a look, he was responsible for cleaning up those boys, he must fight quickly, and he must not delay half a time.

Pan Donghan nodded with a relaxed expression, he was Sun Yongju's only apprentice, his mana was not low, and his physique was quite good.

The two of us looked at each other, then nodded silently and rushed straight into the room.

The middle-aged men playing poker were so frightened by us that they suddenly stood up, and the man in the leather jacket instantly overturned the table!

"Hey, what are you two doing?" Jeans pointed at us and asked arrogantly.

Pan Donghan didn't do much work in vain, he broke his neck with his hands, and the joints creaked. Stillness stepped forward, flew up directly, and kicked the denim suit 3m away.

"You guys, let's go together!" Pan Dong's Chinese tone is extremely arrogant.

The remaining three middle-aged men clenched their fists and rushed up one after another.

I ran straight to the denim, punched him hard, kicked him again, and ripped off the keychain around his waist.

Pan Donghan was still cleaning up the remaining three small deflated ones over there, and I hurriedly took the keys and tried them one after another, until I opened the door in the "Kacha" cold storage room.

I pushed the door open and rushed in, only to see that the basement floor was surprisingly cold, and as soon as a young man in his 20s walked in, he was covered in sweat and hair.

Uncle Dang is really tied up here!

His hands were tied in large iron chains, his shirt was ripped off, and he was covered with the scars of his youth.

Uncle Pang's eyelids were swollen, his cheeks were swollen, and he was drenched in blood from the whip. His two sides were hooked by copper rings, and then hung with huge iron locks.