As soon as these words came out, Uncle Gui and Lu Yu's minds sank. Fujitora, that lingering shadow, Lu Yu's mentor, Han Ling's leader, a great hero who can defeat the eight generals of the Yellow Clan, what is he?
Only Uncle Ghost and Lu Yu know this. Lu Yu generally knows that the siege by the eight generals of the Huangmen was not the cause of Fujitora's death, but that time really depleted his vitality. If not for this, how could Fujitora be killed?
It is easy for people to do harm. In Han Ling, where there are so many masters, there are indeed people who can beat Xiao Lu, but there is no one who can kill Fujitora, unless it is Qinglong who has lived in seclusion for many years.
What Lu Yu is curious about is why these demons who are not in conflict with Fujitora join forces to kill Fujitora. Isn't this a matter of enmity with the entire killer world? Everyone comes out to hang out for glory and wealth, so why do this? Just like the Western economy
The brokers in the school assume the same thing. People have brains, and they will only take action when they feel that their efforts can bring greater gains than losses. So if this assumption is true, what will it look like?
What inducement can make the eight generals of the Yellow Gate automatically ignore the huge price of grudge against the killer leader?
For the underworld, the fear of killers is unspeakable. Throughout ancient and modern times, many powerful underworld bosses have died tragically at the hands of this group of people for this reason. It is easy to hide with open guns and hard to defend against hidden arrows. These people living in dark corners
The people here are the messengers of death. Who is not afraid? It’s just individuals. But they dare to risk the disapproval of the world and have a grudge with the chief decision-maker of the largest killer group in the world. What does this mean? It means that they have done a good job.
Facing endless preparations for assassination, it means that their gains far outweigh such fears. Money? Power? Beauty? Lu Yu can't think of which one they want.
"Uncle Ghost! Tell us what kind of person he is! I heard that he is a very powerful person, right?"
"Haha, awesome? Not only awesome, that guy is not a human at all."
"What do you mean?" Xiao Qi didn't understand.
Uncle Gui pondered, rolling his eyes and looking up at the roof, as if remembering a very unbearable scene, "I didn't know until a long time later that he used the martial arts of Wudang Taihe Sect. My master said back then that this martial arts is vicious and vicious.
It was so spicy and weird, but when I saw it with my own eyes, I was beaten so much that I couldn't suppress the fear in my heart. At that time, all eight of us thought that we were enemies in the world, but we were beaten to pieces when we met each other. To tell you the truth, this thing about me
I was also hit in the palm." Uncle Ghost said, lifting his clothes, and there was also a black handprint on his skinny back, but his was very shallow, and only the outer edge of the palm was more obvious.
"Hiss—" Qin Lan seemed to see the scar for the first time, and unconsciously covered her mouth.
Lu Yu took a look and saw that yes, it was indeed Fujitora's work. Lu Yu had seen this unique martial art before, and it was one of the only techniques Fujitora didn't teach him. At that time, Xiao Lu had to learn it through hard work, and was even beaten by Fujitora.
He refused. The reason was very simple. It was a boy's skill. Xiao Lu, who was still young at the time, gave up decisively for Xiao Hua's happiness and never mentioned it again. He didn't understand what this technique was when he was a student in Fujitora, so he had a special impression.
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"Uncle Ghost, why are you besieging him?" Lu Yu asked. The question he had wanted to ask the most for a long time finally came out, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.
"Brother, you said that when you want to get something, but the other party refuses to give it to you no matter what, what will you do?"
Rob. Lu Yu was silent. Although this was a very unjust act, there was nothing to criticize in the world where the winner takes all. "What do you want?"
"It seems to be a booklet." Uncle Gui said.
"Booklet" Lu Yu repeated. No need to ask, it is probably the half of the book in his hand.
"A book?" Lu Yu tentatively confirmed that what he wanted to ask was really not half a book but a whole book?
"Yeah." Uncle Ghost nodded and said nothing.
"Then" Lu Yu wanted to ask more, but was interrupted by Qin Lan, "Okay, okay, let's go to the venue when the time is almost up." She winked at Lu Yu as she spoke and stuck out her tongue in a bad way. Lu Yu was really
I hate her so much that the clue that she spent so much effort to pick up was actually blocked by her indifferent words. She is really a bad woman.
He thought to himself, but didn't show it on his face. He had been waiting for more than three years, so why rush? He winked at Xiaoqi, packed up his things and prepared to leave.
When they arrived, many experts from all over the country had gathered in the black boxing arena on the underground floor. They all came with others, but they were not qualified to enter. Each sect had only ten green forest black cards.
All added up, it's just over a thousand. Participating in the Dinghui is like buying a ticket to a movie. You have to show your ticket to enter. If you dare to evade the ticket, it's not as simple as a fine.
The lobby on the second floor was already crowded with people. Some familiar people were sitting on the twenty-four chairs around the ring. There were Chen Jialuo who represented the Tai Chi Sect, Li Zhao who represented the Baji Sect, and Xingyi Sect who represented the Xingyi Sect.
Lu Tianshu. There are some benches placed around the chair, all corresponding to their own sects. Feng Bohai and Su Sanpao are both sitting here. It is said that they are well-known big shots and are fully qualified to sit in front, but they are both
Even those who are not the holders of the golden tripod are indifferent to fame and wealth, and they are happy to be quiet.
Among the twenty-four chairs at the front, the most distinguished ones are the three on the leadership positions. In the middle of this chair is an old man with white beard and hair. At first glance, he looks a bit like the revolutionary teacher Marx, and also like the legendary three.
Feng Zhenren has an air of immortality. He looks to be over a hundred years old but still has a rosy complexion. He wears gold-framed reading glasses, a rosewood dragon-head crutch in his hand, and a
She was wearing a navy blue kung fu suit with a double placket. The wide cuffs that had been rolled up long ago exposed most of her arms, and dots of age spots were faintly visible.
"Isn't that Li Zijian?" As soon as Lu Yu entered the door, he heard a junior person whispering.
That's right, this old man is Li Zijian, a leading figure who has lived for more than a hundred years, a master of Baguazhang. He studied under "Wudang Dao Master Xu Benshan" and "Emei Divine Master Li Changye". He is a representative figure of Baguazhang.
Wherever you are in terms of age, in terms of seniority and qualifications, everyone can reach him, and he is a ninth-level martial artist.
"Oh my God, can he still fight at such an old age?" Xiao Qi asked Lu Yu, covering his mouth. As soon as he said these words, the old man who was closing his eyes to relax opened one eye and then opened it.
Opening one, two gleams of cold light emitted from the dry and drooping eyelids. When Xiao Qi asked Lu Yu, she subconsciously met his eyes. The look scared Xiao Qi. What did he know?
It’s called a burning gaze.[
"Don't talk nonsense!" Uncle Gui grabbed Xiao Qi's shoulders from behind and pinched Xiao Qi with a little force, making Xiao Qi grin.