Chapter 128: Variables arise

The giant tiger only felt like a giant python was wrapped around its neck. The tighter it became, and it became much more difficult to breathe immediately. However, he was not panicked. The golden bell cover magical skills have been circulating in the world for so long, of course it was impossible for him not to consider how to deal with the throat locking technique.

In fact, Mu Qingshan's powerful throat lock cannot immediately affect the movement of the Golden Bell Cover practitioners, because those who practice the Golden Bell Cover need to practice hard for a breath, and the time to hold their breath is much longer than that of ordinary people.

The giant tiger lifted his inner breath and immediately tightened the muscles on his neck as hard as gold and stone. Hula stood up and hit Mu Qingshan's ribs with two consecutive punches. Then, like a bison, he stepped back and hit the wall.

Mu Qingshan was hit by two punches and a back hit, and his throat couldn't help but feel a little sweeter. The force between his arms was locked tighter because he knew that this was the only opportunity, and who could withstand it was better if he fought.

Everyone around was watching the fight between the two people. The two people were no longer fighting with martial arts. They had a faint smell of jungle, like the biting between two wild beasts, which was thrilling.

The giant tiger led Mu Qingshan to hit the wall three or four times in a row, and his fists kept bombarding Mu Qingshan's ribs. Mu Qingshan could only hold back his strength and couldn't help but increase his strength in his arms. The two of them suddenly fell into a stalemate.

The giant tiger became more and more shocked from the beginning when it was disdainful. He had been holding his breath for a long time. He didn't know how many heavy punches the little guy was on his body, but he could still tightly clamp it on his neck.

Even with the protection of the Holy Holy Light Qi of Fire Wu, Mu Qingshan was a little dizzy at this moment. He was thrust by the giant man with his fist as big as a sand bowl. This feeling was really uncomfortable than death.

As he was constantly suffering heavy blows, Mu Qingshan's consciousness began to blur, and he thought randomly that it would be great if the dragon elder was in his hand. Just a light stab, the giant would have to be immediately hung with a color on his body. How could he suffer like this?

In a daze, he seemed to see a faint yellow color on his fingers, just like the color of dragon wood. In a daze, Mu Qingshan subconsciously extended his yellow little finger and stabbed him hard at the thick neck of the giant tiger.

Just then, the giant tiger finished breathing in one breath. While he was trying hard to breathe, Mu Qingshan poked it with this little finger he had just cultivated. Although it was only half of the finger he had just cultivated, it was already the Huangyan-level Huowu Holy Spirit. It was several levels higher than the rough and dull skill of the Golden Bell Cover.

With a puff, the giant tiger felt a chill in its neck, and its essence and blood immediately ejected out. As soon as this breath leaked, the giant tiger's golden bell cover energy immediately collapsed and fell to the ground with a bang!

Mu Qingshan's face was spurted by this bloody energy, and instead woke up. Seeing everyone's eyes wide open, as if he didn't believe that the giant tiger would lose. He moved smartly and rolled on the spot, half falling and half rolling, rushed to Uncle Jian's side.

When everyone found out that something was wrong, Mu Qingshan had already hooked his legs and fell Uncle Jian to the ground. The two of them were entangled and rolled towards the sofa.

Everyone pulled their guns in their hands, but they didn't dare to shoot. But after this hesitation, Mu Qingshan was already shakingly holding Uncle Jian and stood up. The worst thing was that there was an extra dragon-wood thorn on Mu Qingshan's hand.

It turned out that just as Mu Qingshan was rolling over with Uncle Jian in his arms, the clever Zhou Xiaolu had quickly stuffed the rosy thorn into Mu Qingshan's hand.

Although Mu Qingshan's figure was a little shaky at the moment, no one dared to underestimate him. It was unimaginable that he could knock down the giant tiger one-on-one under a fair opportunity. Uncle Jian was in the hands of such a strong man, who would dare to act rashly?

"Put down the gun! I just want to go on multiple ways to survive, don't force me!" Although Mu Qingshan had taken the initiative at this moment, his tone was still extremely calm when he spoke, and there was no emotional fluctuation at all.

Surprisingly, no one put down his gun, and everyone's muzzle was still aimed at Mu Qingshan.

As the direct descendants of Hai Shao, all of these people have undergone very special training. If the Giant Tiger had not lost too unexpectedly, Mu Qingshan would have the opportunity to take advantage of it. In another case, Mu Qingshan would not have had the chance to succeed. Moreover, these people are not people who can be threatened, they are gangsters!

The situation was stalemate for several seconds. Uncle Jian, who was stabbed by Mu Qingshan with a dragon wood, did not say a word. The guns of the people in front of him were not shaken at all, but Mu Qingshan's physical strength had dropped significantly, and he began to gradually become dizzy in front of him.

If Mu Qingshan could practice the Fire Wu Sheng Yu Qi with two more fingers, he could easily deal with so-called masters like giant tigers. If Mu Qingshan had mastered one arm, even if these people had guns in their hands, they might not be able to retain Mu Qingshan. Unfortunately, Mu Qingshan had only practiced half of his fingers. It was really helpless to have far-reaching water that could not relieve near thirst.

"Put down the gun! Let him go!" A slightly hoarse voice came from the corner, and Brother Mao finally spoke.

When several good men holding guns heard Brother Mao’s words, they looked at each other twice. They all knew in their hearts that it would be much easier for him to handle this, because Brother Mao was like Giant Tiger, as one of the eight red sticks around Master Hai, he did have the right to give orders to everyone.

According to Hai Shao’s philosophy, these people cannot put down their guns in the face of this situation, but since someone comes out to take the responsibility, these people below will naturally not risk offending Uncle Jian to continue to persist.

Everyone lowered their guns. Mu Qingshan did not believe these people, but continued to keep a cold tone and said, "Do all the guns! Get out of the way!"

Brother Mao leaned halfway against the corner of the wall, pinched his still bleeding palm hard, made a sound from his throat, and shouted in a deep voice: "Do what he said!"

All seven pistols were thrown on the carpet, and everyone stood consciously against the wall, giving way to Mu Qingshan.

Mu Qingshan looked at Brother Mao in the corner and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Things were unpredictable. He let this person go ten minutes ago. Now it's this person's turn to let him go. I hope he won't have any trouble!

Mu Qingshan whispered to the girl beside him: "You go first!"

Zhou Xiaolu was very well-behaved and knew that she could no longer drag the boy down. At this time, she stopped talking a little more and hurriedly ran all the way and walked through the door.

Mu Qingshan watched the girl run out with his own eyes, and then he slowly moved forward step by step with Uncle Jian.

When he walked to the gate with Uncle Jian, Mu Qingshan suddenly noticed something strange behind him. He didn't have time to react. He only saw a few round things thrown in from the door. Then several strong dazzling white light flashed by, and the sky suddenly became white.

"Not moving at all! Put down your weapons! You are surrounded!" Mu Qingshan only heard a silence from behind, and then felt someone rushing in from the door.

After a few seconds, Mu Qingshan's eyes gradually regained consciousness. When he opened his eyes, the house was filled with armed police officers carrying guns and live ammunitions, and plainclothes for men and women with police officer certificates hanging on their chests. The hall was as lively as a vegetable market.

All the gangsters in the room were stunned. Faced with the powerful deterrence of rows of police guns, they had no choice but to hold their heads in their hands and squat down on the spot.

"Mu Qingshan! Are you okay?" Zhou Xiaolu strode forward, and there was an extra police sign on her towering chest from when.

Although Mu Qingshan couldn't help but feel the doubts, he still let go of the elderberry thorns that were tightly pressed against Uncle Jian's throat, and allowed two armed police soldiers to step forward and handcuffed Uncle Jian.

What Mu Qingshan unexpectedly was that a few people came in from the door, which turned out to be Chen Feifei, Wang Shi, and the wine-sponsored girl Xiaoyan, but Xiaoyan also had a police sign on her chest.

Xiaoyan Niangniao walked to Mu Qingshan, stretched out his hand to stroke the broken hair on his shoulders, stood side by side with Zhou Xiaolu, and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you for your help! We are policemen, but they are very special ones, I didn't expect it!"

Wang Shi and Chen Feifei rushed up together and hugged Mu Qingshan. Both of them looked excited. Who would have thought that the village, Xiaoyan, and the caught girl were all undercover police officers and caught all of them in one go.

For some reason, Mu Qingshan's heart didn't feel so happy, but on the contrary, he felt something that was lost.

The gangsters were escorted out one after another. Two armed police soldiers escorted Brother Mao, whose palm was injured, and walked past Mu Qingshan. Brother Mao spat at Mu Qingshan with a contempt and said coldly: "I thought you were a fucking character? Hehe! Mu Qingshan! I remember this name, you can wait and see!"

An armed police soldier stabbed Brother Mao in the waist with his gun, stopping Brother Mao from continuing to speak.

Mu Qingshan shook his head and the group followed the brigade police out of the villa. It was almost dawn at this moment.

Chen Feifei hugged Mu Qingshan intimately and said, "Zhou Le asked me to take it back to school. As soon as he turned around, he met Wang Shi and the others. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyan was actually a police undercover agent. She was so amazing. After finding out their bottom line, a large number of police cars came over. It was so exciting!"

Mu Qingshan shook his head gently. For some reason, he didn't have much affection for the sudden intervention of the police.

"Mu Qingshan, can you go back with me to record a confession?" Zhou Xiaolu said with a smile.

"Okay! I'll go!" Mu Qingshan hesitated for a moment and agreed readily.
Chapter completed!