misfortune

Chapter 6 Fighting

"Hahaha - so what do you know? Just relying on you guys to fight against me? In this round, I won, and you who lost, I will send you down to reunite with Peng Laogou." Suddenly laughed Dao, with a smile, his face twisted.

"Fat Furen, you bastard, my father treated you better than my two younger brothers in vain. You actually killed my father and took away the painstaking efforts of my Peng family's ancestors!" Peng Lingwei stared at Fa Furen Roar.

After saying 'wow', a mouthful of blood sprayed out from his mouth!

Fa Furen pulled out a bloody dagger that was fed into Peng Lingwei's stomach, "Haha~~ Those who want to fight against me have not yet been born in this world."

After finishing speaking, he held the bloody short knife and moved towards the other three people.

"What are you doing!" The fearful eyes of the three people reached a point of fear.

"what!"

The dagger shuttled back and forth across the bodies of the three of them like a bloody snake at the same time.

The blade tore open the flesh, causing blood to spray all over Fa Furen's body. Fa Furen had a ferocious smile on his face, without blinking his eyes.

Yuwen Zhengye raised his eyebrows, looked away and looked at other places. He was used to seeing life and death in the Immortal Realm. Seeing this was like killing a caterpillar.

"Farewell." Yuwen Zhengye knew that Fa Furen was not a good person, and such a vicious person was out of the scope of his negotiations.

"Benefactor, benefactor, since you are here, how can you leave now?"

How dare you leave without his permission?

Fa Furen's tone became a little dignified, and he stepped in front of Yuwen Zhengye, "Benefactor, I have something to give you, I believe you will like it."

Yuwen Zhengye grinned, "What?"

"Of course it's a good thing. Please go to the living room to discuss it in detail." Fa Furen's face was full of smiles, and then he quickly washed up and changed his clothes. No one could tell that he had just killed someone with his decent and honest attire.

living room.

"To thank my benefactor, I have a top Sanda coach here. I believe that within half a month, your strength will increase many times." After Fa Furen finished speaking, he clapped his hands confidently.

Yuwen Zhengye looked up, and saw an old man who pushed the door in.

There was a strange look in Yuwen Zhengye's eyes. This old man is not simple. Although he is old, his energy is no less than that of a young man.

"This is Xianfeng Daoist. In this area, everyone is called the supreme warrior. You have a bright future with him teaching you! It can be regarded as my repayment for saving your life. I wonder if the benefactor has any ideas?"

Warrior is actually a kind of practice, and in practice, it also has a very high status, so it is not an exaggeration for such a person to be called the Supreme Warrior.

It's just that Yuwen Zhengye has some doubts.

Yuwen Zhengye saw Xianfeng's impression: This old man is definitely not a warrior, but just has a trace of cultivation spirit, the so-called cultivation spirit is something that every cultivator must possess.

However, the accumulation of cultivation qi to the transformation of body weight does not happen overnight.

It's just that he can tell at a glance that the old man Xianfeng is eager for success and too strong in utilitarianism, which eventually leads to madness. Afterwards, through physical training, he becomes weak on the outside and weak on the inside. .

However, on this earth with thin aura, it is very rare to have a body that can be cultivated.

The old man Xianfeng was wearing a black windbreaker and his eyes were piercing. When he saw Yuwen Zhengye looking at him with plain eyes, his eyes sank.

Where did you come from, so disrespectful to yourself.

The old man came over, and sat down deliberately at a distance from Yuwen Zhengye, "I don't accept everything."

Fa Furen was a little annoyed.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in these things, let me go." Yuwen Zhengye said with a smile.

Worshiping a wretch as a teacher is an insult to the soul of the Demon Lord.

Yuwen Zhengye knew that Fa Furen was just using himself as a tool for him to obtain money.

In this mortal world, as long as his cultivation is deep enough, he can kill everything, but unfortunately he doesn't have the time to kill innocent mortals, let alone be sanctioned by law enforcement.

"you!"

When the old man Xianfeng was about to lose his temper, he was comforted by Fa Furen: "Master, don't panic." His eyes rolled quickly.

Yuwen Zhengye stood up and was about to step out, but he heard Fa Furen's voice suddenly turned cold, and said indifferently: "Benefactor, if you don't agree, you may die."

Threat?

Yuwen Zhengye didn't turn his head back, "My life and death can't be decided by bandits like you."

"Ha ha……"

Fa Furen waved his hand, "Master Xianfeng, I leave it to you."

Xianfeng looked at the kid in front of him contemptuously, "I can kill him with one finger!"

After all, he moved, stretched out his index finger, and stabbed towards Yuwen Zhengye's back. His index finger was called a yang finger, which could pierce a piece of marble!

And the place where Yuwen Zhengye was about to be stabbed was the spine!

The speed is as fast as lightning, and the strength is as strong as falling stars.

There was only a bang, like a rotten wood hitting a golden bell, and accompanied by a click, it broke!

The old man felt as if his finger had touched a piece of hard steel, and then his finger was shattered, clutching his deformed finger in unbearable pain.

How could his back be so hard!

"call!"

Yuwen Zhengye raised his leg and flew out with a sweeping and disgusting kick, flying more than three meters away. If it wasn't for the wall blocking it, it would have flown even farther.

Two broken ribs!There was sweat on his forehead, and he didn't have the strength to shout anymore.

Yuwen Zhengye folded his arms, walked over slowly, and said in a deep voice, "Can't you live well?"

The old man has completely lost his sharpness, because the young man in front of him is simply a devil!I can't wait to cut him into five horses.

But he was aware of his situation, and asked flatteringly: "Old man...Old man, there is only one thing I want to ask now."

"Say."

"I don't know the nobleman's surname, where is he from?" He looked at Yuwen Zhengye cautiously, and felt that there was a sharp sword hidden in his peaceful eyes, which might cause a bloodbath at any time.

"You don't deserve to know!"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed a wine bottle next to him and threw it over the old man's head. The bottle flew away like tearing the air, as if thrown from his hand, it turned into a ball of fire and fell from the sky, as if it would Make a big hole in the earth!

"Bang!" A sound!

"what!"

The body of the old man Xianfeng has become a pool of blood, but the beer bottle is still intact in Yuwen Zhengye's hands!

Fa Furen's eyes widened in a daze, and he hurriedly pressed a button.

Yuwen Zhengye turned around and saw a row of black and burly men, each holding a shiny black 2.0 caliber rifle in their hands, and all of them had their safety on.

Fa Furen stood behind the crowd, took a breath, and said, "Shoot him to death!"

He spent a lot of money to get a master, but was smashed to death by this kid with a wine bottle!

It's embarrassing to say it!