Seven hundred and eighty fourth chapter eight moves
Chapter 784: Eight moves
Three blonde and blue-eyed foreign college girls followed Tang Yan, and now they finally understood why Tang Yan entered this alley. Seeing these eight big men pointing pistols at them, it was obvious that this was against Tang Yan. The three of them were the first to think of Tang Yan's attack on Nasi today, offending the elder sister's head. Thinking that these people might be the killers sent by Nasi's father, Tang Yan also mentioned Nasi's name just now. Call the police. No, they dare not call the police. If they take out their mobile phones to call the police, they will definitely shoot themselves, so they did not call the police now, but just stood behind Tang Yan and watched these trainees who were approaching today.
When they approached Tang Yan less than two meters, they thought Tang Yan would go back with them obediently. Who knew that Tang Yan stretched out a big hand and grabbed these foreign men's wrists, and grabbed the wrists of these big men who could not move suddenly. With his five fingers tightly, the guns and fingers on their hands were grabbed into a ball. Yes, metal and flesh were combined into a ball, and the eight big men were the same. But in that moment, it was so fast that their nervous system could not keep up with the pain in their bodies. When the pain dream reached their brains, they saw that their wrists, metal and flesh were combined into a ball, and the terrible thing was that there was no bleeding on them.
It hurts!? Is this too? Eight 1.9-meter-old men covered their arms and took several steps back, their faces twitching, and their mouths made a strong cry of pain, like wild birds, and they were heard out of this alley. The lights in the alley were not very bright, enough for the three blond beauties behind Tang Yan to see clearly what was going on. Seeing their hands round, they didn't know where to go.
"Come out!" Tang Yan said coldly after taking action.
"Haha, very, very good, worthy of being an ancient warrior who is circulating on the Internet with one enemy of 300 people!" With a laugh, two people appeared behind these foreign ghosts on their backs, and snorted coldly at the eight garbage: "It's useless, why are you still here? Do you want to die? Get out of here quickly."
"Yes, yes, I'll leave it to you here!" They saw two personal bodyguards appearing around the boss and endured the pain and retreated. They knew that they were really cut tonight, and they knew that they were being used as cannon fodder for testing the waters. They had arrived early, and they also knew that the other party was an ancient martial artist, so why didn't they take action and let themselves take action?
"Very good, but can you tell me what kind of ancient martial arts you are?" Seeing these eight garbage rolling back, the eyes of the two middle-aged and elderly people in the East fell back to Tang Yan and asked. They thought to themselves: "This young man is not simple, and his strength cannot be seen clearly."
"I say you two, you are both overseas Chinese. Why did you help the ghosts bully our overseas Chinese compatriots? Haven't your ancestors taught you? When the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China, maybe some of your ancestors died at the hands of foreign ghosts. Maybe your ancestors organized the Eight-Nation Alliance back then and the Eight-Nation Alliance was brave. Now if your ancestors knew about this, they would not know what they would do. Maybe they would destroy you." Tang Yan is a fan. Seeing that these two were not easy to cultivate, he really couldn't bear to destroy them.
Unfortunately, these two guys are really ignorant. Tang Yan now gives them a chance. They don’t cherish it. They laugh and say the truth that people die for money and birds die for food. It seems that the two of them have been blinded by money. In their eyes, there are only money, no race, and no country. Some are women, and some are all the wealth they enjoy. There are many ancient martial artists in China and cannot enjoy those lives. They are different in foreign countries, so they choose to cross the ocean to find their own value.
"Haha, don't tell me these reasons. I am in my sixties this year. My parents' generation did encounter World War II, but I understand one thing. In this world, there is no money, everything is Yunfu. You should go back with us obediently. Seeing that everyone is a compatriot of overseas Chinese, I will ask you for your boss. As long as you apologize, he will give me some shame." The two of them didn't want to talk to Tang Yan.
"It seems that it's not OK to not take action. A third-grade ancient warrior is right. Okay, I'll give you a mobile phone." Tang Yan didn't take these two ancient warriors seriously at all.
"Haha, you really are a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. Don't you know our strength? No, how do you know that we are third-grade ancient warriors?" When they heard Tang Yan's words, they stared at the boy in front of them who was even more popular than a star.
"Tsk, don't think about who I am. Haven't you heard about how the leader of the Chinese Ancient Martial Arts Alliance became disabled? How about it? Don't do it, okay, don't do it, then I'll do it!" Tang Yan said to these two surprised third-grade ancient martial artists.
"Be careful!" One of them said, "I feel the air fluctuations around Tang Yan."
Haha, really ignorant. In front of a great god, can they withstand Tang Yan's attack? The answer is: No! Under Tang Yan's power, they didn't even have the chance to take action. Under the powerful force, they felt that they were so small, like a small boat in the vast sea, and they only felt a pain in their body, and they flew to the wall next to them. They didn't even know how the other party took action, but they only knew that Tang Yan was still standing there, as if he was in an inch.
I saw that he was majestic, had bronze skin, and his facial features were clearly and profound, just like a Greek sculpture. His dark and deep ice eyes looked wild and unrestrained, evil and sexy. His whole person exuded a kingly aura that shocked the world. There was a swaying smile on his evil and handsome face at this moment, looking at them and shook his head.
"It's too weak, really too weak. Even one finger of me can't beat it. Three ancient warriors are nothing more than that." Tang Yan said to these two ancient warriors who were afraid.
"You..." No matter what their job or responsibilities are, in fact, they still have the blood of their descendants of Yan and Huang. As ancient warriors, their bones show a way that they can kill and not be humiliated.
"You, you, I will give you another chance now. One is that I have destroyed my cultivation, and the other is that I will leave here and find a place to calm down. If I hadn't met overseas Chinese compatriots in a foreign land, if I were in China, you would have died hundreds of times." Tang Yan waved his hand at them, and their bodies were blown to the other wall by a strong wind.
"You, you are a great supernatural power." As a third-grade ancient martial artist worshipped by the ancient martial arts world in China, he was played with it like a toy in front of this young man.
Great supernatural powers are cultivators. In the knowledge of ancient martial artists, as long as they reach the realm of great supernatural powers, they have the ability to rejuvenate. Looking at this young man, they came to a conclusion in their minds that the other party may be a powerful supernatural power, and only in this way can they guess his strength. First-grade ancient martial artists do not have such strength. As for the third-grade, they can also compete with the first-grade level. It is not the Tian-grade. Generally, the youngest genius of the Tian-grade people is over fifty years old, but the young man in front of them looks only in his twenties. Only this point is that they are sure that Tang Yan has great supernatural powers, which may be over one hundred years old and rejuvenate.
"What great supernatural powers? You are talking about those cultivators, well, I seem to meet a few cultivators in Changbai Mountain. You know what they call me, they call me a great immortal. But I am not a great immortal, I am a great god!" As he said that, his palm waved his hand again, stirred them out of the alley, flew to the opposite road, hit the car hard, and sank the car.
Death? No, Tang Yan did not intend to kill them for this attack, and they had the protection of their bodies with true energy. Not to mention hitting a concave car, even if they knocked down a wall, they would not die. Pedestrians outside the street saw a loud noise in front of them, and the curious foreign devil ran to the front to look and saw two middle-aged and elderly people getting up from the sunken car. Wipe the blood on the corner of their mouths and stared at the dark alley in front of them. They were afraid, so scared that they dared not run away. It was not that they did not dare to run away, but that they knew that there was no word escape in front of peerless strong men.
"Two gentlemen, do you want to call you a car? "A foreigner next to them said to them.
"No, thank you, you can leave here quickly!" They had a little conscience and said to these polite foreigners.
"Sir, do you want to call you the police?" another foreigner asked.
"No, thank you, you'd better leave here quickly, there's danger," they said.
Although they are the first bodyguards in New York, they have never killed anyone. Their responsibility is to protect their boss' safety. The murders are always done by the younger brothers below, and they don't need to take action at all, because they have their own dignity of ancient martial arts.
"You guys, you smashed my car and paid for it." A man next to him had just run out of the store and pointed at the two injured middle-aged and elderly people.
But the two of them had no intention of paying him a car at all, just stood there quietly, watching a boy hugging two beautiful girls out of the room, and a top-quality, beautiful and mature beautiful girl followed behind him. Seeing the mysterious boy walking towards the other side of the street, it seemed that he didn't take them seriously at all and didn't take the matter seriously until Tang Yan left and disappeared in front of them. The two third-grade ancient warriors with cold sweats behind him sat softly on the ground, panting, as if they had just had a big fight with a woman on the bed, and were still breathing.
"Don't let me meet you again next time, otherwise don't blame me for destroying you, so that you will never be reborn, and your soul will be destroyed in the three realms and six realms!" Tang Yan's voice echoed in the minds of the two of them.
"Yes, yes, great god, we know we are wrong, let's leave here!" They heard Tang Yan's warning and hurriedly said.
In Mandarin, these ghost guys don’t understand, just like when Tang Yan talked with them just now, the three women around Tang Yan couldn’t understand. Tang Yan didn’t bring them with him as the three demon immortals that Tang Yan had conquered before, but just put them in the garden behind Mengxia Villa. Xiao Qingpan slept with the magic fruit in the flowers, and the same was true for Snow Girl and Frost Lotus. They all fought in a secret place to rest, but Mengxia and the others did not notice it, otherwise they would really scare them. Apart from being afraid of ghosts, women were snakes.
Then we went back to the eight big men. After they left the alley, they endured the pain and dreamed of going to the hospital. The surgeons in the hospital were really unable to do anything about the injury. It was impossible to separate the metal in their hands, even if they were separated, and through the TC perspective, the bones of their entire wrists were broken, and the current science could not reorganize them. If only one or two finger bones were broken, the doctor could also help them perform surgery and combine them. In this case, there was only one way, which was to saw off their wrists.
"Doctor, there's really nothing to do." They asked without losing a palm.
"If there was a way, we would have separated and performed surgery on you, but the bones in your fingers and wrists were broken into powder. Do you think you can recover if you combined them? Can you tell me how it turned out like this!" The curious doctors, they wanted to understand why the other party became like this, and they were thinking in their hearts: "How come there are bullets in the metal, and the patterns on the outside look like pistols?"
"This, I'm not afraid to you. We are working as bodyguards and also gunmen. We met a terrible ancient warrior. Before we could shoot, we were already caught by the other party with their hands and guns. This is the situation now." After the doctor gave them a painkill injection, their faces did not have the painful convulsions, but they looked at the situation on their wrists helplessly.
"Ancient Martial Artists?" When these doctors heard their words, they probably understood what was going on. But they couldn't figure out how hard a person could pinch a pistol into a ball of scrap iron?
"Yes, ancient martial artists!" They said cautiously, thinking about what happened just now, their hearts were trembling all the time.