"Look, look, look at your cultivation. Garbage, waste, you are all waste!" He roared angrily: "Is there no expert in the branch of the Longmen in Shanghai?"

Lu Fang's brain hurts. There are masters in the Shanghai branch of Longmen, and they are the peerless masters who are two generations taller than Lu Fang. They are always in seclusion nearby. As long as Lu Fang calls, they can come in within dozens of seconds. But in the past two days, Lu Fang found that a large number of Tianmen disciples were active in Shanghai, and all the masters were sent out to monitor these Tianmen disciples. The headquarters was empty for a while, but someone came to the door.

Lu Fang's martial arts skills are also very good. But his strongest part is not his martial arts skills, but his ability to handle various affairs.

Therefore, Lu Fang is the deacon disciple of the outer courtyard of Dawei Zen Temple, while Long Shao is the personal disciple of the inner courtyard of Dawei Zen Temple.

That's their difference.

Lu Fang understood that he could not deal with the evil spirit in front of him who was roiling with bloody smell. But if he couldn't deal with it, he would also deal with it.

In the conference room, there are not only my own subordinates and employees, but also the people my junior brother is asking him to take care of.

Taking a deep breath, a burst of light flowed on Lu Fang's golden skin. He said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, do it!"

Yue Jue tilted his head and looked at Lu Fang, sighed softly, "The initial technique of Immortal Golden Body is vulnerable. Kneel down, kowtow, and call me 'Grandpa', I will let you go today."

He smiled leisurely and said, "I rarely show mercy. Now I will give you a chance. If everyone present kneels down and kowtows and calls me 'grandfather', I will let him live."

After tilting his head for a while, Yue Jue suddenly smiled and said, "Of course, you have to hand over that woman named Luo Wen."

Lu Fang's expression changed. He instinctively wanted to look back at Luo Wen hiding in the conference room, but he immediately controlled his impulse. How could he be distracted when the enemy was in front of him?

He took a deep breath and said, "The Buddha's son offers lotus" with one palm, he was careful to blast towards Yue Jue. There was a faint Buddha light flashing in his palm, and the wind was gentle with a little sandalwood smell, which made people want to fall asleep in the wind of his palm.

"Waste is waste." Yue Jue shook his head: "It's not worth my mercy!"

He didn't even draw his sword, but simply turned his left palm and met with it with his palm.

When his palms were touching each other, Lu Fang felt a strange force tearing apart his palm force and drove into the meridians on his arm. This palm force was as sharp as a knife, constantly rotating rapidly and trembling rapidly, like a knife wheel flying out of control, constantly bounced and reflected in the meridians. Wherever he passed, the arm structure was torn to pieces.

However, the outsider only saw that starting from Lu Fang's palm, his palms and arms exploded in one go. The muscles, blood vessels, bones, nerves, and everything exploded.

‘Papapapapapapapapapa’, amid the continuous slight explosion, Lu Fang’s entire right arm burst into a blood mist and sprayed out. Half of his shoulder was shattered, and plasma sprayed on the corridor wall. The plasma slowly flowed down the wall, and it looked like a shrill bloody landscape.

Eight good players behind Lu Fang pounced on each other at the same time.

Yue Jue sneered: "Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation? In such a narrow corridor?"

The sword light rose, and the eight good men had not yet time to spread their bodies. The sword light had already passed through their necks, and the plasma sprayed all over the sky.

He kicked the pale Lu Fang down and Yue Jue walked into the conference room swayingly.

He stared at Luo Wen in a black long dress and smiled softly: "Hehe, Miss Luo Wen? If you take the initiative to follow me, these people can survive half of them!"

Luo Wen's eyes were wide open, just behind Yue Jue, and several heads were still rolling on the ground.

She was scared, her body trembled slightly. She asked a little stiffly, "Half?"

Yue Jue shook his hand, and several women near the gate of the conference room were split open by him with a sword.

He grinned and said, "Then, you will die? I will do what you want! If you take the initiative to follow me, they can live half of it. If you ask me to take you away, they will die!"

Luo Wen glanced at the people who looked desperate. Although she was extremely scared, she still suppressed her fear and whispered: "Okay, I'll go with you."

"Ok!" Yue Jue looked at Luo Wen in surprise and nodded, "You are a little different from those who died at my hands before. Interesting woman!"

The sword light passed by, and the conference room suddenly flew with blood and flesh. Half of the conference room was swept across the vital points by the sword light, and they all screamed and fell to the ground.

On an viaduct about half an hour drive from the Bund, Long Shao weakly poked most of his body out of the taxi window.

He howled loudly, "Comrade Police! When will it be opened to traffic? The traffic jam has been blocked for more than an hour! I'm so nervous that I'm urinating. Can you make it soon?"

In the sun, his huge bald head shone brightly. The overpass, which was so blocked that it was not clear, showed no sign of looseness.

Several traffic policemen were busy sweating, and the magic sounds that Long Shao shouted kept hitting their eardrums, making them even more exhausted.

At this moment, Young Master Long's cell phone rang. He lazily grabbed the cell phone and answered the phone.

Ten seconds later, a crazy roar shook the overpass and shaking. With a taxi that suddenly exploded as the center, more than a dozen nearby cars flew out at the same time. The terrifying shock wave washed dozens of plastic partitions on both sides of the overpass.

The huge body of Long Shao flew straight into the sky for dozens of meters high. He pulled out the Bodhi stick on his back and cursed with anger. He waved his right hand fiercely, and a thunder sounded in the air. He swelled his true strength and drove his body to shoot forward.

A few "dongdong" sounds, countless cars along the way were taken by Mr. Long as the target of leverage, and his big feet hit the roof. The unlucky car owners let out howls that were comparable to the world's most famous high-pitched singer among the countless broken glass fragments! The first chapter of the human journey, goodbye,
Chapter completed!