Yue Qinghua actually couldn't stand the pain anymore.

As soon as the junior disciples spoke, he immediately went down the steps: "Old Demon Han, this matter is not over. ”

Old Devil Han sneered, and said frantically: "Don't leave if it's not over, keep doing it." ”

"Don't you still have your right hand?"

There was a dead silence.

This surnamed Han is really capable of arching fire.

A famous knife powerhouse who is keen on art films lowered his voice and persuaded: "Senior brother, if your right hand is gone, you can't even hold the mouse, how can you drag the progress bar?" ”

"How noble is our senior brother's identity, just lie down and enjoy it, and do it yourself?" Old Demon Han squinted and said.

"Second Senior Brother, you can't say that." The little junior brother shook his head lightly, looking like an expert who has been well versed in this for many years. "It's wonderful to take it off yourself, it's important. Feel is also a plus. ”

"That's just as well." Han Lao Mo thought deeply and nodded heavily.

"Grass!"

Zhao Changying, who was standing on the side, couldn't hold back at all: "A group of stinking men! ”

"Xiao Zhao, what are they talking about?" Zhang Ruoyu put away the knife, looking innocent.

“？” Zhao Changying frowned. "I don't know!"

"Then why are you scolding them?" Zhang Ruoyu said lightly. "You can't kill a soldier, you know?"

"Then you kill them!"

Zhao Changying looked at this battle, Han Lao Mo should be fine, and he was so angry that he turned into the car.

Because he was in a hurry, he stepped on the skirt twice and almost fell down.

"It is worthy of the legend of Beimang, Zhang Xiangbei."

He Tongxun's face was full of embarrassment.

Then he took out a knife from his pocket and threw it on the ground without any distress.

This knife has been tied to him for nearly thirty years.

As soon as the elder brother spoke, he had to be a cow and a horse.

He's been trying to draw a line for a long time.

"One person, one knife, kill the famous knife door and leave no armor."

He Tongxun sighed, his face showing pain: "Famous Daomen, dead!" ”

Bang bang bang.

As soon as he threw the knife, the rest of the famous sword powerhouses also followed suit and threw the knife one after another.

"Famous Daomen, dead!"

He Tongxun said, turned around and walked towards Yue Qinghua, and hugged him: "But brotherhood is still there." ”

"Senior brother, get in the car, your fingers were still jumping just now, and now they are motionless."

Yue Qinghua's heart was like a knife, and he got into the car angrily.

Before leaving, I wanted to say a few cruel words, but I was afraid that Old Devil Han would be weird and angry, so I couldn't get off the stage, so I simply forgot it.

Watch the crowd leave.

Zhang Ruoyu didn't kill them all.

He lit a cigarette and glanced at Old Devil Han who was standing aside: "Don't call me when you fight?" Not interesting enough. Break up. ”

"You didn't tell me you were so good at fighting? Blame me? Old Demon Han pouted.

"You didn't want to call me? Don't you know that Beimang loves to fight? I retired for half a year, and I was about to suffocate to death. Zhang Ruoyu said coldly. Besides, how embarrassed am I to take the initiative to tell you about this kind of thing? How low-key I usually am, others don't know, you don't know? ”

Han Lao Mo sighed and said stiffly: "I'm mainly afraid that my daughter will be a widow and bear the name of Kefu. You also know that Xue Bao is delicate and sensitive in her heart, and she is easy to think crankily, and she is looking for death and life at every turn, which is very hypocritical. ”

"That's right." Zhang Ruoyu nodded lightly. "Let's hide this from her, so as not to make trouble for us again."

"It is worthy of Brother Zhang, thoughtful and strategic." Old Devil Han gave a thumbs up.

"Sprinkle water." Zhang Ruoyu waved his hand and said. "In the future, you will be a backer for Xuebao, and I will be a backer for you, so that the relationship will be smoothed out and it will be convenient for communication."

"I'll see it."

Han Laomo snuffed out the cigarette, afraid that his newlywed wife would be in a hurry, so he urged his son-in-law to get in the car.

After sending Brother Zhang home, Han Lao Mo received a text message on his mobile phone.

After reading the content, he frowned, then grinned again, and replied: "Dude, it's not necessary, I'm fine." ”

"You're thinking too much."

One of the most famous private hospitals in Beijing.

Beimang's eighteen riding gods descended to earth.

Wrapped in a murderous atmosphere, he broke into a heavily guarded private hospital.

blocked the group of famous sword men who were perfunctory Yue Qinghua discussing revenge plans.

One counts as one, and all of them went through the hospitalization procedures.

He Tongxun was lying on the bed next to Yue Qinghua, his injuries were worse than that of the senior brother, and he was still humming in the middle of the night, almost spinelessly on the painkiller.

"Stop arguing, it's annoying me." Yue Qinghua endured the severe pain of his severed finger and took a deep breath of cold air.

"Grass. You're suffocating a few farts just now. ”

He Tongxun gritted his teeth, his face turned pale: "If it weren't for bragging with you here, Lao Tzu would have been beaten like this?" ”

Yue Qinghua twitched the corners of his mouth, trembling with pain.

When he was just cut off, he didn't say a word.

But now the backlash has come up, and my teeth are shaking in pain and I am sweating profusely.

"My father once said that the road of martial arts is tortuous and bizarre, there are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains."

Yue Qinghua changed the topic, also wanting to relieve the pain, and muttered to himself: "Could it be that our famous knife gate is really a frog at the bottom of the well?" ”

"Or do you usually practice hard, how can you be broken by the Beimang Eighteen Cavalry?"

"You're trying." He Tongxun broke out in a cold sweat in pain. "Isn't it still scrapped by Zhang Xiangbei?"

"He's Zhang Xiangbei." Yue Qinghua found a step for himself.

"yes, isn't it just Zhang Xiangbei? According to your explanation, that is, a young version of He Tongxun, you usually scold me with a piece of martial arts waste? You forgot? ”

Yue Qinghua exhaled turbid air, took a deep breath of cold air to relieve the severe pain and embarrassment, and analyzed rationally: "If I were here just now, I would definitely be able to put down the two Beimang Eighteen Horsemen and establish their authority for the famous sword gate." ”

He Tongxun, who was numb, came up sleepy, yawned and said, "They are still outside, you go and fight two Liwei." ”

"Haven't left yet?" Yue Qinghua's tiger body was shocked. "What are they trying to do? I'm hurt like this, why do I have to work hard? ”