When it was ugly, in the suburbs, Guan Daocun and Hua Manlou were still walking, they had already walked for an hour, but if they wanted to get rid of the Wang family's eyeliner, they would have to go far.

"Do you think that person is Lin Ying?" Hua Manlou spoke first.

"Yes. ”

"So is he dead?"

"No, at least I don't think so. Guan Daocun said.

"I don't think so, either. ”

"So do you want him dead?"

"I don't want it, it should be Wang Fengyan who died, not Lin Ying. ”

"But isn't Lin Ying Wang Fengran? ”

"But I hope that he will die if he is called Wang Fengyan, not him who is called Lin Ying. Guan Daocun suddenly recalled that when he hadn't doubted Lin Ying, they were really as close as comrades-in-arms and brothers, and that was also the time when he was most relaxed.

Since Lin Ying's identity began to be revealed, Guan Daocun could no longer say nothing. Because he had to keep a hand.

How much he hoped that Lin Ying was just Lin Ying, and Wang Fengran was just Wang Fengyin, not the same person. But for the sake of profit, for the sake of power......

It's hard to put into words.

Guan Daocun was silent for a long time and asked, "What should happen next, will you plan it?"

"Yes, since he wants to pretend to be dead, let's let him pretend to be dead, and it's better to put on a big show and worship him well. ”

"What is the sacrifice?"

Lu Ping, Yang Zhen, who were guests at Gongsun Duan's house, and the owner himself. ”

"Isn't that just the right shot?"

"But they don't know that we did it on purpose, do they? As long as we think he's dead, he's going to act like himself, so we can be prepared to face his plans. ”

"Good plan indeed. ”

Who wouldn't take revenge? It's as simple as plunging the blade into the enemy's throat, preferably with his own sword.

Next.

Guan Daocun was already standing at the gate of Gongsun's house, knocking on the door. He had been striking for three quarters of an hour, but no one had opened the door, which was contempt.

Guan Daocun already understood in his heart, but he was still knocking on the door, and if death came, he would keep knocking on the door.

Guan Daocun is their god of death.

"Da Da Da, Da ......"

The door didn't open.

"Da Da Da, Da ......"

Still not open.

At the moment when Guan Daocun's hand lifted the knocker again, a gong had already come out of the door and nailed to the ground, making a loud noise.

Is it coming?

Guan Daocun took a step back, waiting for the door to open.

But the door is not pushed open by hand.

Lu Ping's feet had already greeted Guan Daocun's face. This was followed by a long whip to his throat and a long stick to his temple.

All three moves are killer moves.

Guan Daocun just took a step back, dodged three blows, and looked at the three of them:

"Dogleg party, I'm afraid the red paper of the New Year is going to be dyed again. ”

"What a man, who are you?"

"No need, I'm here to pay for your lives. ”

Yang Zhen suddenly laughed, looked at Lu Ping, and asked, "The kid you killed yesterday still has a crazy friend?"

"I don't know, but since you already know, I'll give you a big gift!"

Lu Ping took out a handful of hair from his arms, Lin Ying's hair. Lin Ying usually likes to tie his hair back behind his head, which is obviously cut from his head.

Lu Ping shook the bundle of hair, like a rain, black rain.

But a shining cold star appeared in the black hair, and Guan Daocun had already made a move, which was the fourth form - thorn.

Lu Ping and the three of them are not general, this blow is too hasty, although the timing is beautiful, but it can't hit anyone.

"Aren't you afraid of ruining this festive day?"

Lu Ping motioned for the other two to stand back and fight on their own—in fact, in their eyes, this was not like a battle, but a bully.

Pu Lao picked up from the bottom and hit the tip of the gun, just this blow was enough to destroy the pace of Guan Daocun.

But he didn't know that Guan Daocun had already practiced to the level of seven forms and nine changes. The head of the spear that stabbed the throat suddenly stopped, the tail of the gun immediately raised, and the whole gun was already standing on top of his head, and the fourth type followed the eighth change - Pegasus stepped on the hoof!

Guan Daocun had already jumped to the top of Lu Ping's head, looked at the Pu Jiao Gong that he hadn't taken back yet, kicked at the end of the gun, and stabbed straight down with the Tianma gun!

Lu Ping never had a chance to retract his Pu Jiao Gong again, his Baihui acupoint had been pierced and he collapsed to the ground, allowing the red firecracker paper on the ground to be stained with blood.

"Festive day".

Yang Zhen and Gongsun Duan were stunned. They originally thought that Lu Ping could teach this young man a lesson, but he lost his life.

This young man is not simple.

"Ahh

Yang Zhen's coiled dragon pattern long stick is two feet, much longer than the Tianma gun, and the weight of the clad iron is also an astonishing fifty catties, this blow is enough to smash his head.

Yang Zhen already had a cruel smile on his face.

Guan Daocun just pulled out the Pu Jiao Gong casually, and he didn't even use the Tianma gun.

One inch long and one inch strong, Guan Daocun gave up a zhang by himself, he was simply an idiot. Guan Daocun himself thought it was stupid.

But idiots can also discount doglegs.

With a loud bang, the blades intersected, and then Guan Daocun's wrist flicked, twisted, and pulled, and a series of sparks were rubbed on the iron of Yang Zhen's coiling dragon stick, and then there was a burst of echoes like dragon groans.

Every time the hollow Pu Prison Gong hits each other, it will make a loud noise, and if the other party is unstable, he will be directly shocked!

Although Yang Zhen could hold on, his hands were already weak.

A soft hand may mean that he has not lived long.

Pu Jiao Gong slid down the stick to Yang Zhen's hand, but he turned down halfway, picked it up, and knocked the long stick aside, Yang Zhen had already opened the door wide, and he had to wait for death!

Guan Daocun was short and rushed towards Yang Zhen, and at the same time, Pu Jiao Gong had already hit him the chin.

It took Yang Zhen several turns before he could see his face clearly—if it was still a face—his entire chin was tilted to the side, and his nose was no better. The flesh on the side where it was hit no longer knew where it had gone, and only cracked bones remained.

His entire skull was shattered.

Yang Zhen also collapsed to the ground.

"The Wind Gun is here, right?" Hua Manlou's faint voice floated, "Now there are Jairs, Pu Lao, and Foxy." ”

"I asked if it was there. ”

Guan Daocun threw the Pu Jiao Gong aside, Hua Manlou had already appeared behind him at some point, he immediately picked up the Pu Jiao Gong and disappeared again.

His task is only to clean up the aftermath.

Guan Daocun pulled out the Tianma gun and looked at Gongsun Duan.

"Say, or I'll let you go underground again today. ”