"What? you dare to mock me!"

The drunken knife was crazy, and looked at He Qi in surprise, as if he felt that someone's face was more important than life, and he didn't know whether he dared to provoke himself alive or dead.

"Okay, I'll show you the power of my mad sword!"

The 'drunken knife madman' is tall, his face is fierce, revealing a compelling momentum, and he secretly wonders, but it's a pity that this look, if there is really an extraordinary cultivation, this appearance can really be a giant.

"Let's make a move, my Chen Mou drunk knife doesn't take advantage of others, you shoot first!"

He Qi was really not polite, he stepped out in front of this man, and at the same time punched out, the fist was mighty, and the drunken knife was crazy He didn't expect He to get up so quickly, and he didn't even try to bully him directly.

He waved his sleeves in a hurry, and there was an extra golden ring knife in his hand, but everything was too fast, although the knife was taken out, but before it could urge Zhenyuan, He Qi's punch arrived in front of him.

In the midst of the crisis, the drunken knife hurriedly blocked the golden ring knife to his chest.

"Boom"

A huge force added to the body, and the drunken knife frantically grew tall and flew out upside down, falling out seven or eight feet away.

The power of a punch is as fierce as a fight.

Lu Yao was so shocked that he could stuff a big duck egg into his mouth.

The drunken knife fell wildly, got up, and wanted to fight again with the golden ring knife, but at a glance he found that there was an obvious fist mark on the blade, and this person was shocked.

His golden ring knife is of extraordinary quality, and it was calcined with fine iron for nine days and nine nights and then tempered after thousands of tempers, but it couldn't withstand two punches from others like this.

"Take me another punch" He Qi said indifferently, his figure flashed, and he arrived in front of the drunken knife maniac like a gallop.

Before the punch arrived, the strong wind that made people couldn't open their eyes had already smashed into the big man's chest.

The drunken knife was crazy, and he was shocked, the opponent shot faster this time than just now, and this punch was really beaten and killed on the spot!

A chill rushed from the tail vertebrae to the top of his head.

"Be merciful!" said two figures in Yipinxiang, one of whom shouted.

The drunken knife maniac's body still flew out like a sandbag, and one person flew up and caught the drunken knife maniacy from behind.

With a "plop", the two fell to the ground, kicking, kicking, kicking back a few steps before the two stopped their figures.

The drunken knife touched his chest and couldn't feel the pain, and he was suddenly surprised:

"Big brother, I'm fine, you help me take action and kill that kid!"

It was a middle-aged man who caught the drunken knife, he didn't look so good, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, you're okay because the other party's subordinates are merciful, look at your back!"

The drunken knife turned his head and pulled back to take a look, only to see that the Dao clothes behind his back had been shaken out of two holes.

The acquired martial artist has the power to fight cattle across the mountain, but the monk's mana is even more harmful, and it is extremely difficult to do this kind of sending and receiving from the heart, obviously the man in Tsing Yi in front of him has an unbelievably high control over the true yuan.

The middle-aged man was afraid to live in his heart, and he didn't know how he provoked such a troubled opponent with this fragrance, but fortunately, there are companions and friends today, and there is a helper in case he really does it.

He asked his friend beside him, "Does Brother Lu know who this person is?"

"Haha, Yundao friendly Xuan's punch, soft in the rigid, soft in the rigid"

He Qi said slowly: "Lu Daoyou came just in time, your son-in-law was about to teach a lesson just now!"

Lu Yangbo's face suddenly became very cold, and as soon as he stepped forward and raised his hand, a very crisp mouth slapped on Lu Yao's face, making Lu Yao's ears glow.

"Daddy!"

Lu Yangbo slapped him with his backhand, "You can't do anything serious, you spend all your scheming on bad thoughts, I just slap you with one slap, lest you be a brute and bring disaster to my Lu family in the future." ”

The middle-aged man who came out with Lu Yangbo, seeing Lu Yangbo beating his own son like this, wanted to come up to persuade him, but before he could speak, Lu Yangbo raised his left hand slightly, preventing the other party from saying anything.

Lu Yao was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy with a plop, "Daddy, spare your life!"

Lu Yangbo kicked Lu Yao in the chest, and said hatefully: "You offended Yun Daoyou, you begged Yun Daoyou for mercy!"

Luo Lao Dao, Mrs. Dingxian, just now I just thought that Lu Yangbo was too disappointed in his son, and when Lu Yangbo said this, these two people were suddenly because Lu Yangbo was jealous of him.

Lu Yao, who was kneeling, turned his head and looked at He Qi pitifully.

Luo Laodao said: "Yun Daoyou, you have to forgive people and spare people, I think forget it!"

He Qi's face was slightly cold, and he said coldly to Lu Yao: "If Luo Daoyou intercedes, then you kowtow three times, and the matter will be over." ”

Lu Yangming's face was expressionless. As the saying goes, beating a dog looks at the owner and makes his son kowtow, which is more serious than beating a dog, but this person knows how to advance and retreat, and he can't afford to think about anything else because of the power of the punch just now.

And He Qi had just traded more than a dozen spiritual weapons with him in the morning, so many spiritual weapons were of different quality, and they were all trained by people.

As for the origin, with his toes, he knew that most of the original owners of these spiritual weapons had suffered misfortune, which also made Lu Yangming regard He Qi as a ruthless thief.

As soon as Lu Yao heard that kowtowing could solve this matter, his face was immediately overjoyed, and he kowtowed in a hurry. When he was about to knock again, Jiang Meng grabbed him and shouted:

"The man has gold under his knees, it's okay for you to kneel to your parents and mothers, what are you kneeling to him for!"

Seeing that he stopped kowtowing, He Qi smiled at Lu Yaosen, Lu Yao hurriedly pushed Jiang Meng aside and shouted:

"You don't have a brain, what's the use of running your knees straight without your life? You stop me from kowtowing, do you want me to die?"

Jiang Meng's face turned pale, this inexplicable love came and went quickly.

At first, the other party was young and ambitious, and then he saw the arrogance of the other party for a while.

Of course, when there was no result, when the drunken knife that Lu Yao boasted about was undefeated, she still felt that the arrogance was like the domineering of the king, and the momentum of the strong man on the Weizhen side.

Although it is a little different from the fantasy heroes of the world, it is still within the acceptable range.

Jiang Meng felt that it was quite inappropriate to oppress people with power like this, but it was normal for the strong to have a little temper for the strong.

It's just that at this time, she was too disappointed, spineless, really boneless, not only did she have no ability, but she was also a soft bone, full of greed for life and afraid of death.

"Lu Yao, you, you let me down too much"

Jiang Mengtou didn't look back and ran out of Lu Xiang.

Dingxian Shitai was about to catch up, but Luo Laodao persuaded: "Let her be quiet alone." ”

Lu Yao knocked his head very neatly, looked flattering and flattering, and said in a low voice:

"Senior Yun, you don't care about villains, I have no eyes"

Lu Yao is also a Shenliu monk anyway, and at this time, he actually called He Qi a senior.

He Qi slapped Lu Yao on the shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Yes, yes, can advance and retreat, can you bend, is a talent. It's just that the cultivation is a little bit worse, and the young man's ignorance of the sky and the height of the earth is not a problem, but this character needs to be changed, because you may not have your Uncle Chen's good life, his three-legged cat exercises, crazy for more than 200 years, and he has not been killed, it is really the favor of the heavens. ”

Congratulations on these gloomy and compassionate words, which scared the drunken knife madness.

(End of chapter)