?Full text without ads Chapter 2067 Fake Kong Ming’s Blood Spray
The sound of broken bones was very obvious. "" Xiao Wuye's wrist was completely broken. Of course, only the bones were broken and did not leave the body. Lan Cunjun didn't care about him. If you are cruel to me, I will certainly not be polite.
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He swung it outward like a sack with 100% of his strength. Xiao Wuye was like a sack full of sawdust and was thrown straight against the wall.
I saw this guy was about to hit the wall.
Zhi...
A black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and the young fifth master was pulled by a group of black shadows more than ten centimeters away from the stone wall. He stopped and fell into the arms of the black shadow.
"I told you to let them in before, but you didn't listen. Now you know how powerful it is, right? It's okay, I want you to learn a lesson. In this world, you are not the only one, Xiao Wu." Heiying said in his mouth.
Stopped the car.
Ye Fan and others took a look and found that this man's face was similar to that of Xiao Wu. However, Xiao Wu was thick and strong, but this man's frame was very small and thin.
It’s hard to believe that a skinny man of about 120 kilograms can pull back Xiaowu, who weighs 200 kilograms, plus inertia. Then this person’s strength is really amazing.
"I am Wu Bo Emperor, Xiao Wu's second brother. You are very skilled, how about we play some tricks?" Wu Bo Emperor handed Xiao Wu to the few disciples who were following him, and clasped his fists with both hands, looking quite polite.
Chong Lan Cunjun preached.
"Haha, he's tired, let me play with you." Wang Renpang took a step forward and hugged him with both fists.
Of course, this was arranged by Boss Ye. From the way Emperor Wu Bo picked up people and teased them just now, it can be seen that this person has eight levels of skills. However, it should not be higher than Wang Renbao, at most the same. When the two of them fight, they have five or five skills.
The number of wins and losses.
However, now, Boss Ye is a little shocked. The family of one of the five poles, the Yangji Daoshun Wu Yifei, does have a deep foundation, and so many masters suddenly appeared. The gatekeeper Wu
Duoji has four levels of skills.
The fifth master Wu Suowang, whose wrist was twisted by Lan Cunjun, has the sixth level of top level martial arts. And now there is a second brother Wu Bodi who has at least the eighth level of first and second level skills.
The boss who spoke earlier, Wu Heidi, is definitely not as skilled as the two younger brothers. If the boss reaches the ninth level, it will be difficult for the few of them to escape unscathed today. Boss Ye feels that the pressure is unprecedentedly high.
This House of Five Extremes does have extraordinary ideas. Compared with the entire Group A, it is estimated to have 40% of the strength of Group A. No wonder even a dominant figure like Qian Fengyun, the vice chairman of the China Military Committee, dare not easily
Use martial arts.
He knew clearly that Jiang Dafa, the enemy who killed his father, was in the military home but did not take action. Of course, Qian Fengyun considered the overall situation. As a high-ranking military official in an important position, it is normal for him to have scruples. (Full text e-book free download)
"Have you... thought about it?" Emperor Wu Bo glanced at Wang Renpang and asked.
"Think about it." Wang Renpang said without even thinking about it.
"Please come inside, there's no point in competing at this door." Emperor Wu Bo said.
Ye Fan and others followed into Wu's house and went straight to the backyard.
Sure enough, the Wu family's inner village is really comfortable. Compared with the ice and snow outside, it seems like a completely different world.
Boss Ye even wondered if the ancestors of the Wu family had cast spells to create a cave of their own. The temperature in the courtyard was estimated to have reached three or four degrees. This was very rare in Western Tibet when the average temperature in winter was no less than minus five degrees.
Especially in the Qula area, the average winter temperature is about minus 10 degrees. The temperature in the Wujiazhai inner village reaches three or four degrees, which is indeed a good place.
As I walked around, I found that there were actually flowers and plants in the inner village, and there were quite a lot of trees. However, compared with the seven or eight-storey buildings in Wujia Village, these trees were a little low.
It's normal when you think about it. In the inner village, the temperature is probably getting lower as you go higher up. It's even difficult for trees to grow taller.
The backyard is backed by a hillside, and there is snow on it that has not yet melted away. There is a large green lawn below surrounded by green trees. The grass in the lawn has not withered and turned yellow in the winter, and it looks full of vitality.
When Ye Fan and others came over, they found that the lawn was already full of people, and more than thirty wolf-skin chairs were placed on the lawn, with people sitting on them. The Wu family watching the fun outside formed a circle, and there were probably more than 30 people sitting on them.
Two hundred people.
On both sides of the wolf-skin chair stood about twenty strong and brave martial arts disciples dressed in Tibetan robes.
It is estimated that these are the new forces of the Wu family. As for the rank, Boss Ye estimates that these guys are at most around the second rank.
Even in the third stage, there probably won't be many. Otherwise, Cheetah could visit the Wu family and get some people to go. However, Team A should have some control over the Wu family's situation.
Why didn't you come and force someone to do it?
Of course, there are concerns. Compared with big sects such as Shaolin, Wudang, Qingcheng and Luofu, the Wu family is not inferior to them.
Because their ancestor Yang Ji Daoshun was a master at the same level as Zhang Youchen of Wudang. His name was more famous than the ancestors of ordinary sects. Therefore, even the A group did not dare to stroke the tiger's beard.
"Bring a chair to invite the guests to sit." At this time, an old man with a curly beard, sitting in the main seat, wearing Tibetan ethnic costumes with ancient prince patterns embroidered on the side of his clothes, waved his hand and said. This person was probably Wuxianfeng's eldest son, Wumafeng.
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Ye Fan couldn't help but look at this man. He was said to be about sixty years old. He had a black and white beard about a foot long under his chin.
However, this person's wrinkled face has a disfiguring scar that is more than ten centimeters long. It is not known who inflicted the knife. Looking at his face, there is a lot of "content", which is probably his life experience.
He is rich.
However, judging from his posture, he was calm and composed and did not look overbearing. He looked more like an ordinary old man.
The more expert you are, the more ordinary you look, because most masters can restrain their inner energy. But guys who show off their heroic spirit don't know how to restrain their inner energy, and their posture looks scary, but it's not.
This is the so-called warrior's return to basics.
Take Ye Fan for example, he has also initially grasped the skills in this area. It seems that Wenwen is as weak as a white-faced scholar.
Often his external appearance confuses a large number of masters who underestimate the enemy. As a result, Boss Ye ends up pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
"Yes!" Several disciples shouted in unison and held their fists in the air. Soon, several dog-skin chairs were brought in and lined up.
"Sit!" Wu Mafeng pointed to the chair and said calmly.
Ye Fan frowned and hummed slightly: "We like to stand, so there is no need to sit."
"Young man, our uncle invites you to sit down because he thinks highly of you. There are few people in this world who can afford to be so polite. Even the secretary of Qula District and our uncle from the Wu family are the most polite like this." At this time,
A short old man looked at Mark with a slightly complacent look and said.
"Are you Jiang Dafa?" Ye Fan glanced at him and asked lightly.
"It's normal for you to know. I guess you just came for me today." Jiang Dafa raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Fan, with a calm expression mixed with arrogance.
"That's right, you are the winner today." Mr. Ye pointed out his hand and said in a deliberately arrogant manner.
"It's okay, as long as you have the ability to take it, I will take this life at any time." Jiang Dafa glanced at Ye Fan and said disdainfully.
"I, Ye Fan, will decide on your lottery ticket today." Ye Fan said with a straight face.
"Young man, Feng Daji flashed his tongue." At this time, Wu Qinxian, the second son of the Wu family, glanced at Ye Fan and said lightly.
Legend has it that this man was good at playing the guqin, and he often compared it to the reincarnation of Zhuge. Ye Fan took a closer look, and sure enough, there was a somewhat burnt guqin in front of this guy, and there was also a feather fan on the table next to him.
It's a joke that you are such a badass and you still boast about Zhuge Kongming. Boss Ye slandered a certain comrade in his heart.
"Haha, my tongue has always been tough. No matter how strong the wind in the Wu family is, I'm afraid I can't dodge it." Ye Fan replied with an unprecedentedly tough attitude.
"Then please listen to me and play a song to welcome the guests!" As soon as Wu Qinxian finished speaking, before anyone else agreed, he flicked his hand on the piano, and suddenly the sound of the piano sounded.
Soon, the majestic and murderous sound of 'Ambush from Flying Daggers' resounded sonorously in the backyard of Wujiazhai. However, the sound seemed very messy and disorganized.
It felt very harsh and unpleasant. Some ordinary people from the Wu family couldn't stand it and took out paper to plug their ears.
On the other hand, Li Qiang, Lan Cunjun and others had already frowned.
What a good trick, he actually wants to disturb our minds with noise and killing. What most masters fear most is having their minds disturbed. Once you are upset, it will be difficult to regain your composure. When you compete later, you will naturally lose first.
If someone attacks you with all their heart and soul, and you have to restore your meditation, then you will be distracted and your strength will naturally be greatly reduced.
Ye Fan's heart moved, and he suddenly used the magic of transforming sounds and chanted loudly in his mouth: "I am so angry that I lean on the railing."
The misty rain has stopped. I look up, look up to the sky and roar, my heart is strong. Thirty years of success and fame are dust and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad! Jingkang's shame has not yet snowed; the ministers hate it
, when will it be destroyed? Driving a long chariot, trampling through the gap in the Helan Mountains. The ambition is to eat the meat of the Huns when hungry, and laugh and drink the blood of the Huns when they are thirsty. Let's start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!"
As Ye Fan's high-pitched "Man Jiang Hong" played, Wu Qinxian gradually began to sweat on his forehead.
Ye Fanying noticed at the moment that the corner of this guy's mouth twitched a few times, but he was still strenuously playing the strings, and the tune was getting more and more harsh and high-pitched, as if he wanted to fight against himself to the end.
Old guy, play high notes with me, then have a great time. Boss Ye thought to himself, suddenly contracted the tune, closed his mouth, and a sonic boom was bundled into a thin line like a steel needle and erupted from his mouth directly hitting the strings of the martial instrument.
go.
Boom boom boom…
Wu Qinxian suddenly went crazy, and his hands seemed to be unable to control the strength properly. After several harsh sounds, the strings naturally broke one after another.
"My Qin!" Wu Qinxian couldn't control himself anymore. He stood up and picked up his fake Jiaowei Qin. With a loud bang, his beloved Qin was broken into two pieces by himself.
A chirping sound.
Wu Qinxian spurted a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. The people next to him quickly helped him.
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