Otherworldly Merchant

“I'll give you a chance too!” I'm staring at him with my hands behind my back: "Is it a good suicide or waiting for me to do it to make you live or die? ”

Wu Qianwu hated biting his teeth and said to the old monk: “Master Poison, leave him breath. I want this thick hairy boy who doesn't know what it means to live or die. ”

“It should have been!” The old monk shouted, "If you don't kill him, where's the heads-up? Array.”

As he drank and shouted, the eight evil monks beside me simultaneously shouted and walked through the arms, putting out an eight-way ghost formation.

Knock!

We haven't waited for them to make any further moves, and suddenly there's a blast.

Fame followed, but it was a chair that blossomed on the back of the head of one of the evil monks!

The chair was smashed to pieces and the broken wood scattered all over the floor.

“Amitabha Buddha!” The wrecked monk fell and collided with his head, screaming.

I can tell from the sound that this guy didn't get smashed right down, but he was hurt pretty bad.

The man who hit him was the tall one!

The tall head walked two steps forward, holding a half-cutted chair leg and pointing it at the evil monks: “It's fucking wrong, isn't it? What you're saying is Wang Dynasty. You're all assholes. Shaving a lady is amazing? Isn't that desperate? Come on, I've never been afraid of anyone. ”

This guy is also an alternative in the world of shadows.

When he came to Wuhan for a drink, he talked about his past.

Long before joining the industry, he was a gangster and a typical samurai!

Mixing the streets since teenage age age, fighting hundreds of fights, big and small, can be said to be extremely experienced in combat, then went to Myanmar to fight black market boxing around Thailand.

According to him, Coach Taekwondo, Thai boxing champion, retired special forces have all fought and never lost! Not even wounded. Until I ran into a dry, skinny little guy and put him in one round.

He started to get angry and asked the man to fight again. This time it was worse and he didn't get up in bed for three months.

It took a dozen more to find out that the little guy was a very famous downer around Chiang Mai, Thailand.

It wasn't martial arts that beat him, it was head lowering.

The tall head has been beating others since childhood. After eating this dark loss, he was unhappy. After returning to the country, he resolutely joined the scrotum wounding industry.

His original purpose was simple, he wanted to learn the yin and yang technique of a two-handed fight, and then he went back to find the guy to settle the bill!

It doesn't matter to him what kind of money he makes, how he can make himself fight harder!

After learning, he said, he went back to Thailand and broke all the limbs of his opponent's hands and feet, and then won 87 consecutive games with great arrogance.

He took a nasty big head and lost interest in it since then. Having established a Taiwanese sister, she was born to retreat and was preparing to develop there.

This guy is a straight guy, the most unfair thing about weekdays is how many people bully him, he doesn't even know how many times he has helped strangers fight, the only reason is that there are many people across the street, he feels unfair!

At this time, don't say that you still have a relationship with me. Even if you don't know me, if you see that the eight evil monks are going to launch a siege on me, you will definitely launch an attack!

Wu Qianwu and the old monk suddenly popped out of nowhere, and they couldn't help it.

Just now, they had seriously injured one person and killed one person. They thought that the crowd would be scared long ago to stop meddling. I didn't think they'd come here again, and they were still so fierce.

“Big Head, that's enough!” I laughed at him.

“What the hell, I owe you one last time.” The tall head replied with pleasure, pointing to the old monk: “You go after the old man, I'll take care of the little ones. ”

“Ah!”

The evil monk he hit screamed and rushed up first.

“Fuck you!” His tall head threw his half-cutting chair leg out, and he stepped straight up.

The monk just waved his hand and swept his chair leg aside, jumping halfway up his tall head.

A sturdy kick in the chest of that evil monk and kicked it straight out!

A bang struck the wall, shocking several cracks.

Four people suddenly took a few steps backwards and scattered an open lot.

Several other evil monks shouted and rushed towards him.

The tall head squeezed his fists and gabbed directly. He rushed up to face and struck a group with the evil monks.

I swept back.

It is true that tall heads are not bragging. Under the siege of those seven evil monks, there is still more than enough to swim. Although there is little chance of hurting one more person for the time being, the evil monks can do nothing about him.

Turn around and look at the old monk.

I don't know if this guy was stunned by the raw force of his tall head. He stood six or seven meters in front of me, stared at a pair of yellow little eyes, looked at the tall head in the middle of a fierce battle, and turned to the crowd: “Is there more to die for? The poor monks will send you to the west with them, so be your companion! ”

Everyone pressed their heads down. Don't say they stood up like tall heads. They couldn't even look at him.

“Old bald ass, aren't you going to open my knife and kill me? Then let's do it. Let's see what kind of cats and dogs you are.” I'm still holding my hands upside down, Tarzan said.

In fact, from the moment I stepped into the courtyard door, I was ready to fight.

“Give me your life!” The old monk stopped talking and shouted directly at me.

His monk's robe didn't start, and the drumming seemed to suddenly become fat for several laps. He stepped on the marble floor, and the whole house shook violently.

He stepped out of a big pit on the ground, clicking, cracking! The old monk raised his momentum two or three meters high and slapped him.

In that moment, the air around my body seemed to have been compressed and solidified, and a black shady wind kept spinning around, like a hell of a shackle, trapped me in jail, let alone moved, even breathing was a little difficult. As you can see by the naked eye, a black palm pressed against my heart.

“Get out of the way. ”

“Zhang Dazhang cabinet! ”

……

At first sight, everyone screamed in chaos.

They did not dare to come forward, even after one death or injury, and they did not dare to speak. But they knew very well that if I were killed by this old monk, their lifeblood would be firmly in the hands of the Lingbao Guild!

Seeing that the hand of the old monks was no ordinary martial arts technique, it must have been a very powerful evil technique, and they had to scream with great concern.