"You people, all have to die!" Mr. Liang screamed and broke away his cloak, watching the approaching thugs and the unmoving Dai Junchoi, he could not bear the murderous in his heart. Such shame must be washed away with blood! No one can beat me, no one!
Feng's eyes were fixed on the butler. He noticed that a familiar logo was embroidered on the butler’s cuffs. Although dark silk thread was used, this logo did not appear by accident. Anyone who can recognize this logo in the world probably has a hand. Just count it out. This symbol represents a group of people with faith, represents an era, a legend. Feng moved in his heart, ready to overthrow the plan that had been drawn up, maybe it would be more convenient. "Positive and reverse, wind and fire dispel rumors. The eight-pillar incense on Penglai Mountain, the wind and cloud will pick the main beam." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and revealed the fluorite finger of the Qianmen master. The Kui Mulang who said this is inexplicable, why does this stall say this on behalf of the king? There is only one of a thousand style generals in this, Feng suddenly indicated that he inherited from him, is it possible that Liang Liushu's people also have a relationship with Qianmen
Of course, Uncle Liang Liu had nothing to do with Qianmen, but one person's eyes picked up slightly, and he was actually a butler holding a knife.
The housekeeper held the knife with his hand motionless, and looked up and down Dai Junchoo. He slipped his feet and pushed Liang Liushu and walked out. He threw the knife away far enough from Mr. Liang. He didn’t look at the bewildered Liang Liushu. He smiled at Feng and said, "A good apprentice taught by Brother Li! Yes, the old man is a thousand-door opponent!" The butler showed his opponent card and let go of the relieved Uncle Liang Liu.
"Sure enough, Qianmen has appeared again. No wonder he has such a big handwriting." Uncle Liu rubbed his stiff neck. Just now, the butler quietly said something in his ear before going out. It was fortunate that Uncle Liang reacted quickly enough and cooperated. The butler played such a big show.
"Thousands, another thousand! How capable is Li Wencai! I have been bad for many times!" Huang Wenhu is a rumored general of a thousand sects, and his reliance on the housekeeper is indeed a thousand sect opponents! This battle was completely defeated by himself, and Mr. Liang was suddenly relieved. All this was over. The Liang family was still defeated in his own hands. From today onwards, without him, the eastern king Liang Yuankai, from today onwards, there will be no Liang family’s thousand-year heritage. From today on, there will be no fateful arrangements for the hegemony. From today on, there will be no war and blood. Mr. Liang was suddenly so tired, as if lying down to rest. How many years have I not slept peacefully, and how many years have I not let go of my shoulder responsibilities? The freedom and comfort he had never had before made Mr. Liang forget his failure. The sun in front of him was so brilliant, the snowflakes were so crystal clear, and the world was so beautiful, but everything was too late. I came into this world naked, and left this world naked. That's right, after all I struggled all my life, I drew a circle and returned to the starting point.
"If the old man is not a thousand-door opponent, how are you going to deal with me?" The old opponent looked at the young Dai Junchoi, and remembered the grand occasion when the eight generals gathered. High.
"Did you forget the power of my purple pupil? If it weren't for the sign on my sleeve to remind me, I'm afraid that my purple pupil is chaotic, and my soul has been activated. The same is true of the Doumu Hao in my twenty-eight nights. A good hand!"
As if in line with Feng's introduction, Dou Muqi showed off the body of the Lightning Sable that he had just understood. In the blink of an eye, Dou Muqi, who was clearly still beside Feng, appeared behind the housekeeper, with a knife in his hand. On the back of the butler's neck, the other hand pointed slightly, and the butler's right arm was sore and numb without any strength. Dou Muxie showed his hand and immediately closed his gong, muttering: "Offend, Senior. Zen King Kong is a Dou Muxie."
"A King Kong is not bad, but how can this body style have the shadow of Liu XIX?" The housekeeper was shocked. This is simply the skill of a thousand sect fire generals in the past, looking at the people who can withstand the blow of Dou Mu Hao. There are definitely no more than ten. Sure enough, there are many talents in the team of Dai Junchou. It is not surprising that Brother Li was also a man of Long Shuo at that time
"Haha, I've played against each other once, it's considered a steal." Dou Mu Hao touched his head embarrassedly.
Mr. Liang's mind was empty, and Dai Juncai's words, his former housekeeper's words, and Dou Mu Hao's words seemed so vague. Flutteringly, I actually felt like I was flying, and the memories of scenes rushed to my heart, very fast and very slow. It turns out that failure is such a feeling, Mr. Liang has never experienced it before, and there will be no chance in the future. The winner will prosper and the loser will die.
"Since the thousand sect masters are here, I will sell you a face. Anyway, the Liang family's affairs have nothing to do with my collateral family, so I won't care about you." Liang Liushu said lightly, but he did. How many people dare to care about with Thousand Sect Masters
Many people in the martial arts are leaders, overlords, and masters, but those who dare to be called princes only have a thousand sect masters. Qianmen Master will be the smartest person in the arena. Nangtian saved the rivers and lakes and buried them. No one wants to offend the thousands. Even today, even if the thousands are incomplete, the old surname of the rivers and lakes also respects the Qianmen. Afraid again.
"Mr. wronged. Just leave all the mundane things here to me, sir, please." Dai Juncai's words already meant to chase guests, and Liang Liushu naturally understood that he shook hands with Daijuncai in a friendly manner. After taking a look at Mr. Liang, he finally left with his own people.
The people who watched Uncle Liang Liu left, there was no sound in the street, as if none of this had happened, as if the seven people who had just stood at the gate of Liang's mansion hadn't moved, but now Mr. Liang is a lonely person, and Dai Juncho is a few more by his side. People only.
Feng had never dared to look at Bi Yuewu. He could imagine how desperate and helpless it was. That's right, Bi Yuewu completed his task perfectly. That's right, Bi Yuewu was twenty-eight nights. But what if it is so? Depriving a girl of the right to love, depriving a person of the right to pursue happiness, Feng feels that he is too cruel. This battle is indeed not bloody, but the pain always appears in the invisible place, and the bleeding heart is more than one. More than two.
The Kei Leopard suddenly knelt on one knee, and his forehead hit the ground heavily, "Master, forgive me for not being able to do anything to Mr. Liang. After all, Mr. treats me well, and the Kei Leopard dare not disobey the oath of the day, but please give me permission. Today the two are not helping each other."