The wine glass is not big, it weighs less than three taels, and it is stimulated by the internal force of the second-grade little master, and it flies for a short distance, and there is a sound of wind and thunder!

Huang Chao's move was unexpected, and he wanted to kill Wang Shackles!

None of the people in the big tent reacted, and even Wang Xianzhi, the master of the rivers and lakes, didn't expect that Huang Chao would be so decisive in the matter of opposing the Tang Dynasty, and he was surprised for a while, and he didn't have time to stop it.

It's too late, it's too soon.

The wine glass turned into a streamer, and it was about to hit Wang Shackles on the head.

This Tang Dynasty has closed his eyes in resignation, and there is a little relief and a hint of complexity on his face.

Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly blocked in front of Wang Xuan.

It's Yang Fenglou!

As early as when Huang Chao spoke, he kept a close eye on his every move, lest he burst into trouble and be shot at Huang Chao, which surpassed everyone's reaction and flew in front of Wang Shackles.

Yang Fenglou lowered his waist and tightened his fists, staring at the streamer in front of him.

The light in his eyes flashed, and the internal force of the whole body exploded, and his right fist came out from under his ribs!

Long hammer shot!

"Bang!"

The hammer is in the middle of the wine glass!

The internal force of Kuzen and the internal force contained in the wine glass completely exploded.

There was a loud bang.

Yang Fenglou was as if he was hit head-on by a giant hammer, and suddenly felt that the internal force of Kuzen was surging back like a tide, which was also mixed with Huang Chao's strong internal force as a second-grade little master in the rivers and lakes.

The meridians of the whole body hurt as if they were torn!

"Poof......

A mouthful of old blood, spurting out directly!

Huang Chao, as a second-grade little master of the rivers and lakes, has accumulated internal strength for more than 20 years, and has long been so strong that he has been chasing the master of the rivers and lakes, he shot to kill Wang Shackles, although the internal force poured into the wine glass is not much, but it is not something that Yang Fenglou, a small five-grade martial artist in the rivers and lakes, can bear!

Yang Fenglou spurted out a mouthful of blood, this is not the end, as if he was hit head-on by the iron horse, he was beaten to fly, and hit the body of Wang Lian behind him, the two of them hugged each other, and kept rolling until the door of the big tent, which was to stop.

stabbed the shackles of the king of history, and was hit so much that he almost rolled his eyes.

Yang Fenglou fell into a stumbling block, only to feel dizzy for a while, fell to the ground, and for a while, he couldn't get up!

There was a great uproar in the tent.

This Yang Tianquan of the True Martial Palace is desperately defending the shackles of the King of Assassination, what does he mean?

Huang Ye flew up even more, pulled out a series of phantoms, rushed to Yang Fenglou's side, flew up with a kick, and was still scolding in his mouth.

"Boy, dare to protect this bad old man!What do you want to do!?

Yang Fenglou fought with Huang Ye in Ruzhou City, and he had already injured the meridians that had just broken through the five products, and he desperately took Huang Chao's move, which can be described as an injury on top of injury, and now Zhou has no strength at all, facing Huang Ye's kick, he couldn't dodge, and he kicked out a string of heels, until he hit a table on the right side, and then he could stop.

"Poof......

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

Yang Fenglou fell to the ground in embarrassment, and no one stepped forward to help, even Shang Junchang, who had the best relationship with their uncle and nephew, looked at Yang Fenglou inexplicably, not to mention the other people in the big tent, everyone looked at Yang Fenglou suspiciously, not understanding what was going on with him.

In the eyes of everyone, Yang Fenglou coughed a series of times, and then gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, even this simplest action in ordinary times made him sweat profusely.

Then, Yang Fenglou glanced at Huang Ye in front of him, and then at Huang Chao with a gloomy face, and then said:

"My uncle said, loyal ministers and filial sons, it is ominous to kill them......"

"This kind of ominousness has two meanings, first, the person who directly shot is unknown, and second, the person in charge will also be unknown......"

The people in the big tent immediately talked about it.

If Yang Fenglou said so, the person who made the direct move was naturally Huang Chao, but could this "person in charge" be Wang Xianzhi'......?

Sure enough, Wang Xianzhi's face also became gloomy.

I only heard Yang Fenglou continue:

"Wang Daxia has already achieved the grandmaster of the rivers and lakes, he has the luck of the rivers and lakes, and he has the existence of a life star in the starry sky, every move, and even the things around him, involve the power of heaven and earth...... This kind of thing, if it is an ordinary person, the so-called ominous, is just bad luck, but when it comes to Wang Daxia, I am afraid that the unknown meaning is in line with the great power of heaven and earth, and it will become even more dangerous......"

Yang Fenglou didn't say what "more dangerous" meant, but the people in the big tent had some bad guesses in their hearts, and Shang Junchang was even more chaotic, and he couldn't help but eagerly ask Sai Wolong beside him.

"Dao Chief, what Little Brother Yang said, but is it true? This is ...... 'more dangerous'?"

The old liar glanced at Yang Fenglou, pretended to sigh, and said abruptly:

"I'm afraid of my life......"

As soon as the words came out, there was an uproar in the big tent.

The dignified grandmaster of the rivers and lakes is afraid that he is worried about his life? Is it because his subordinates killed the "loyal ministers and filial sons"?

This statement is too illusory, isn't it?

But thinking about the various miracles of Sai Wolong and Yang Fenglou's uncle and nephew, everyone didn't dare to disbelieve it completely.

Moreover, a lay disciple of Zhenwu Palace did not hesitate to fight for his own life to protect this "loyal minister and filial son", which further enhanced the credibility of this statement.

In this case, it will be troublesome.

Killing the assassin Wang Shackles, the reaction of the Tang Dynasty is not to be said for the time being, what will Wang Xianzhi think?

That's not just a matter of killing a bad old man, that is, to let Wang Xianzhi bear the "worry about his life", and what's more, if he insists on killing Wang Xianzhi, won't he curse Wang Xianzhi!?

How else can this be killed!?

Everyone in the big tent became embarrassed, even the rough Huang Ye didn't know what to do, he couldn't help but turn his head and set his eyes on his brother Huang Chao, but found that Huang Chao at this time didn't have much to say, so he had to wait in silence.

At this time, none of the people in the big tent dared to kill Wang Xianzhi without authorization, and they all set their eyes on Wang Xianzhi.

Grandmaster Wang was in the first place, and he was undecided for a while.

At this moment, Sai Wolong didn't care about so much, got up directly, walked to Yang Fenglou's side, and sighed.

"You kid...... Why can't you let people save snacks and help others, and don't work hard......"

After finishing speaking, he took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into Yang Fenglou's mouth.

"From now on, retreat for seven days!"

After Sai Wolong finished instructing Yang Fenglou, he seemed to be unwilling, and said softly.

"Don't worry about anything else...... It's all fate......"

As soon as the words came out, the faces of the men in the big tent turned red.

The disciples of the Zhenwu Palace gave up their lives in order to help Wang Xianzhi and then help the anti-Tang army.

As a result, he was injured by the anti-Tang army, and was kicked by the anti-Tang army, and when he vomited blood and fell to the ground, no one stepped forward to help him......

This thing can be done, but it's not authentic......

After the people in the big tent were blushing, they couldn't help but be dissatisfied with Huang Jiajun, and even looked at Huang Ye angrily.

Yang Fenglou saw all this in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel secretly happy in his heart, and as soon as his spirit relaxed, he fell into a coma.

Before he fell unconscious, he vaguely heard Wang Xianzhi finally speak.

"Send Brother Yang back to recuperate...... As for this shackle, let's lock it up first......" (To be continued.) )