The word "death" went straight to Yuan Chonghuan's heart, and he felt a faint heartache.
He suddenly didn't want to show off to his master.
He can't see through this guy, maybe he just wants to involve the master himself, so that he can catch them all in one go.
Judging from his words and deeds, it seems that he really has this ability!
Principal Yuan, on the other hand, is not as deep as Yuan Chonghuan thought. Now he only has one thought in his mind: to seek help from his teacher.
The master can definitely kill Ye Wudao.
No matter how awesome a person is, can he be awesome in an organization?
at the same time.
On the top of Zhongnan Mountain stands a luxurious and luxurious palace.
The financial and material resources required to build a palace on this steep mountaintop can be imagined.
The owner of this palace is none other than the peerless Yuan Clan.
It was lunch break at this moment, and there was no one in the palace martial arts arena.
Suddenly, several sounds like thunderous explosions broke the tranquility here.
Members of the Yuan Clan who were taking a lunch break in the palace woke up one after another when they heard the noise. They spontaneously rushed to the martial arts arena and surrounded the Lone Wolf group.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the martial arts arena became a sea of people.
Nearly two thousand people surrounded the Lone Wolf group.
"Whoever is coming, please tell me your name!" a man who looked like a team leader scolded.
The lone wolf looked at the other party indifferently: "If you, the leader, come out, you are not qualified to talk to me."
presumptuous!
The team leader was furious: "Come here, arrest them and torture them severely!"
yes!
The leader's exclusive escort, about ten strong men, stood up and charged towards the lone wolf without saying a word.
The old village chief laughed loudly and came forward: "Let this bad old man like me stretch my hands and feet first."
Bang bang bang!
After the sound of punches hitting flesh, all the leading guards fell to the ground.
Although the old village chief was not injured, he was panting like an ox and his eyes almost popped out of his head: "Damn, I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted."
"I...I can't fight anymore. Two more people will definitely knock me down."
The Lone Wolf and others glared at the old village chief with disdain: This fucking acting is too poor.
They all know the old village chief's strength, the realm of immortals and demons.
It was effortless to deal with the ten "strong" guards just now.
His current fatigue was all faked, in order to lure the team leader to continue sending people to take action while he "stretched his muscles and bones."
The leader of the group believed that the old village chief was exhausted, so he picked twenty more generals to charge forward.
The old village chief faced the challenge with a solemn expression.