"You...really, but after practicing to such a level, you will definitely not be a sideline, and there are not many young people in the Situ family who can practice the ghost hand to such a level. Are you Situ Shouwang?" Wutu?
His face became cloudy and uncertain for a while.
"I haven't used my name for a long time. Remember, I will call you Gui Shou now. Please remember, the person who beat you to death is called Gui Shou!" Gui Shou's face suddenly became fierce, and the face under his short hair was
His body showed a arrogant momentum.
Wutu wanted to say something else, but obviously Guishou was an impatient man, so why didn't he care so much, just kill him!
Wu Tu saw the ghost hand rushing towards him, this time with a solemn expression on his face. The two disciples behind him met him again. Wu Tu was a famous warrior, so even though he felt a little regretful now, his face remained calm as usual.
In fact, if he didn't care about face, Wutu might have already ignored face and fought against the ghost hands with his two apprentices, because the guy in front of him was named Situ Shouwang. Five years ago, there was news that this young man was already
He trained Yin Feng Ghost Hands to the master level, but later, this kid got into a big disaster and beat a very special person to death, and disappeared from sight ever since.
After five years, Wutu would naturally not think that this kid had not made any progress in martial arts in the past five years, so he felt extremely fearful.
Soon, Utu's other two disciples were also gloriously beaten down by Ghost Hands. Whether it was punching or palming, Ghost Hands' hands were as fast as lightning. Although Utu's two disciples were a little hot, and they were still two people,
But in front of the ghost hand, that's not enough.
Just when Wu Tu's face darkened involuntarily, Ghost Hand pointed at Wu Tu and said, "Old guy, it's your turn! Do you want to roll your eyes and faint, or have your hands and feet broken by the uncle?"
"Arrogant, when I became famous, you were still sucking milk!" Wu Tu's face turned stern, even though he regretted it, but after all, he was here, and his three apprentices were knocked unconscious. If he, a master, didn't even fart,
If he left in despair, he would be laughed to death in the passage!
Guishou and Wutu fought instantly. This time, Guishou was unable to kill the opponent instantly, because although Wutu was disgusting, he was a well-known warrior after all, so the fight between the two was extremely fierce.
Many people looked at this battle of warriors with wide eyes and looked shocked. Many people present had a few blows, but compared with these real martial arts masters, it was simply incomparable.
He Jianqiang took a deep look at the ghost hand that shot like lightning, and then turned to look at Fang Hao. He saw that Fang Hao was not paying attention to the battle situation at all, but was just smoking lightly, as if he had already expected the outcome.
The two top beauties standing next to Fang Hao had very cold expressions, but the two women were cooling down differently. The tall and stunning Chinese beauties were like the north in winter, very dry and cold.
As for that foreign beauty, she gave people a cold and cold feeling from the south. As long as he didn't look over there, it was as if this woman didn't exist at all.
Such a woman should be born to hide in the dark.
The four people standing closest to Fang Hao, the two women and Fang Hao didn't care about the battle, and the big guy, nicknamed Overlord, was watching the battle intently.
At this moment, He Jianqiang looked at Fang Hao with inexplicable eyes, sighed slightly, and felt sad in his heart: No wonder Fang Hao can be brothers with their president, these four subordinates, each one is probably a martial arts master-level figure!
The people from the Kowloon Society and Fang Hao didn't seem to be in a hurry at the moment. They were watching the fight between Gui Shou and Wu Tu intently. Beside Ying Jiu, Ying Renjie and Feng Kun looked thoughtful, with expressions on their faces.
Feeling a bit worried.
Yingjiu, on the other hand, didn't pay much attention. He just looked at the huge gate entering the square, as if he was waiting for someone.
When Fang Hao smoked, he was very calm, as if just as he said, he was waiting for Yingjiu to play a series of trump cards.
At this point, Wen Xiao picked up her mobile phone, took a look at it, frowned slightly, and said something in Fang Hao's ear. After hearing this, Fang Hao frowned slightly and said lightly: "Just wait and see what happens.
If you let him use all his trump cards, he will probably die unwillingly."
"Yeah." Wen Xiao put away her phone, folded her arms and stood quietly next to Fang Hao, but her eyes were observing her surroundings.
The same goes for Weiwei Li on the other side. Neither of them pays attention to the battle between Ghost Hands, but it doesn't mean that they don't pay attention to what's going on around them, especially the group of people from the Kowloon Society opposite.
Both women had pistols in their hands, not for their self-defense, but for Fang Hao's self-defense, in case someone on the opposite side fired a gun.
Just when it was extremely quiet here, on a high tower in the distance, Song Wenli looked extremely gloomy, and Meng Qinghu looked as if he had eaten a dead mouse.
Because Fang Hao and others have been in the square for a long time, but they still didn't shoot Fang Hao, the wandering god they were optimistic about.
Forget it, it can be said that Youshen is not completely sure, so he is still waiting. However, in addition to Youshen, Song Wenli has also arranged several auxiliary gunmen. So far, he has only seen someone fire a few shots at Fang Hao, and some
It didn't hurt Fang Hao at all.
After that, the gunmen sent out by Song Wenli seemed to have fallen asleep and never fired a second shot.
The two of them had realized that something was wrong. Song Wenli clenched his fists with an angry look on his face: "Madeh, Meng Qinghu, tell me what's going on!"
"Sir, I don't know either. I'll call and ask." Meng Qinghu quickly took out his cell phone and didn't make a call. He just sent a message.
The result was like a stone's throw, there was no response at all, and then Meng Qinghu called the phone directly, but no one answered.
Meng Qinghu finally realized that something was wrong and said with a crying face: "Master, I'm afraid our people are exposed and something happens. For safety's sake, let's go to a safer place."
Song Wenli clenched his fists loudly and his face was as gloomy as water. Although he was unwilling to give in, he could only grit his teeth and said: "Okay, let's go."
The two quickly descended from the tower, got into an inconspicuous van, and left quickly.
Soon after, a BMW appeared under the tower here, and a woman got out of the car like a fairy descending to earth.
Immediately, without seeing how the woman took any steps, she had already climbed up the tower. Standing at the highest point, the woman looked into the distance, as if she could see without a telescope.
After just looking at it for a moment, the woman sighed: "There are enemies everywhere, and this kid can do a lot of harm."
Staring into the distance, the woman gritted her teeth again and said, "I'm helping that brat like this, but the old man in his family is still hiding from me. I'm really angry!"
The people next to them didn’t answer, so they couldn’t help but remain silent. (To be continued)