Everyone on the street heard a loud bang, and half of the Bugui Building in the town collapsed instantly, and the remaining half was also shaking.

The man who was cursing upstairs the moment ago now had a hole the size of a human head exploded from his chest and fell to death in the ruins.

The few people who were drinking with him upstairs wanted to see the fun, and even said that they would take the opportunity to take advantage of it verbally. This kind of life is rare to bully the rich children. Who knew that the black man with the highest martial arts skills was shot dead on the spot in just a blink of an eye.

He had weak martial arts or had a slightly worse look, and he didn't even see how the black charcoal head died. The sworn brother of the black man and the white ghost who he claimed to be the two evil spirits of black and white are really as white as white paper, without a trace of blood.

Among the people, the only person who was about to show his brother's posture, saw the whole process. The old man stood up in anger and just a palm. The whole building felt like a hurricane was blowing, and then there was a rumbling sound, and the building collapsed and the people died.

Jian Wuzheng glanced at the scared people, and he still returned to his seat to sit down. He pressed the standing marquis, poured a pot of tea for the marquis, and then filled it with him. Then he handed the teapot to the brothers of the Xue family.

Xue Yong hurriedly took it and placed it carefully on the table.

At this table, four people were sitting on the stairs downstairs. Who dared to go downstairs by the men whose yellow soup suddenly turned into cold sweats?

Just a moment later, a smell of urine spread. It turned out that the guy who was the most courageous had been scared to pee his pants at some point.

Jian Wuming, who smelled the smell, glared at him, and the big and thick man said in a crying voice: "Old god, I have old people and younger people, so let the younger ones go..."

Jian Wuming threw out the word "roll". The man was like Mu Dahua, nodding and hunching towards the stairs.

Before he could take a few steps, Jian Wuzheng was the only one?

The man would feel awkward in an instant, and hurriedly took a few steps back, stood by the building and looked at the height, gritted his teeth, and jumped down. With a sound of oh, he limped away.

"So majestic..." A burst of applause came from the shadow of the corner of the building. A man who looked like a teenager but dressed in an old-fashioned manner walked out clapping his hands: "I didn't expect that Mr. Jian Wuzheng, who has been famous in the world, has now become a lackey in the Marquis's Mansion. Alas, it's so sad."

Although Jian Wuzheng still turned his back to the shadows calmly, his hand gradually moved down from the teacup and placed it on the hilt of the sword leaning against the side.

The baby walked to the martial arts people in the garden and looked over one by one: "Oh, Mobei Ghattoe Su, I have been admired for a long time. I wonder which level of Su's eagle picking finger has now been practiced? Look at your appearance, I'm afraid you are still wandering between the third and fourth levels, right?"

The named Su Daxia was sweating coldly. He always claimed to have reached the sixth level and was only half a step away from the peak of the seventh level. Now he was pointed out by a doll in public. If the news spreads, I am afraid that those enemies who were already ready to move will come out. At that time... the consequences are unimaginable. Thinking of this, Su Canghai immediately became interested in killing.

Unexpectedly, the doll sneered: "Your father could practice the moves like an eagle strike back then, showing the style of an eagle fighting a rabbit. When it comes to you, why is it only vicious and fierce?" Su Canghai shook all over, and he dared not act rashly anymore.

The baby walked towards the old man with a big knife next to him, looked at the big knife behind the old man, and poked the old man's chest muscles with his fingers: "It turned out to be Yuan Er. I said why did Yuan Da's martial arts regress a lot in two years?"

The old man, known as Yuan Er, also had a sudden change in his expression. He has pretended to be his brother and ate and drank in the Yangzhou area in recent years, and no one doubted it. He unexpectedly saw it at a glance today.

The baby walked along the way and told everyone's martial arts skills with great knowledge.

When he clicked the last young man leaning against the pillar with a sword, the young man quickly waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Xue, you have been ordered by your master to enter the world, so don't make things difficult for the boy."
Chapter completed!