() Kicked Qiu Langye alive and scared Qiu Ze and Huang Zhongyang out of their wits.
At this moment, seeing Zhang Qiang turning back and striding towards him, Huang Zhongyang jumped up and ran like a rabbit without even thinking. Qiu Ze also wanted to run, but his movement was a little slower, and one of his feet had already been stepped on by Zhang Qiang.
, he used his other foot to kick Zhang Qiang in fear, but Zhang Qiang grabbed his ankle.
"open--!"
With a loud shout, there was a loud stabbing sound, and Qiu Ze's body had been torn in half. A shrill scream passed through the sky, and Huang Zhongyang, who was running wildly, staggered in fright and almost fell to the ground. Where could he still be?
If he dared to look back, he would hate his parents for missing two legs and run away like crazy.
Plop!
Zhang Qiang's body suddenly shrunk sharply, and he fell straight into the snow like an empty sack...
He had used the Demonic Body twice in less than a month, so Zhang Qiang's recovery speed this time was far less rapid than last time. However, Zhang Qiang's consciousness was very clear. He lay there and raised his head with difficulty to look for Huang Zhongyang's shadow.
, only to see that this guy had already run a hundred meters away, running wildly without looking back, and couldn't stop for a while...
"Coward!"
Pouring his lips in disdain, Zhang Qiang leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a moment. The cold snowflakes hit his face, giving him an indescribable feeling of relief. At this time, Zhang Qiang felt a hint of something new in his body.
His strength rose and his body began to recover...
Fei Qinghe was supporting Hu Meimei as she walked in the snow, one foot at a time. Suddenly, she saw a figure running in front of her. When she saw clearly that it was Huang Zhongyang, he heard a pop, and the guy's feet were mixed with garlic.
He fell hard and was chewing mud, but he got up immediately, as if something was chasing him behind him, rolling and crawling over.
"No... it's not good... Boss, Boss..." Huang Zhongyang ran up to the two of them and shouted incoherently: "Kill... kill
Already..."
"What did you say?" Fei Qinghe frowned, his right hand holding down the revolver at his waist. "Then, that person...killed...the chief sect leader...
." Huang Zhongyang gestured with his hands. Only then did he dare to look back. Seeing that Qiu Ze didn't follow him, his eyes immediately collapsed. "Ah... Young Master, the Young Master...
"
"Tell me clearly, what happened?" Fei Qinghe never thought that Qiu Langye and his son were dead. In his opinion, his master was invincible. Therefore, even though Huang Zhongyang's expression told him that something big had happened.
Yes, but he didn't think about it.
"I..." Huang Zhongyang glanced at Fei Qinghe and Hu Meimei. Suddenly he realized that even with these two people, he was no match for Zhang Qiang. He immediately did not dare to stay any longer, waved his hand and said: "Quick, quick
run!"
As he spoke, Huang Zhongyang had already opened his legs and was about to continue running away, but he heard the sound of a pistol trigger behind his head. Before he could understand what was going on, bang! A bullet had penetrated his side.
chest!
Plop!
Huang Zhongyang fell face down in the snow, his hands and feet twitching violently, but he couldn't get up. He was not dead yet. The shot fired by Fei Qinghe did not hit his heart, but pierced his right lung.
Whoops! Whoops!
Huang Zhongyang's mouth was spraying blood, and he turned his head with difficulty, and then he saw Fei Qinghe walking over with a murderous intent, holding a revolver.
"Before you killed my son, did you ever think that today would happen?" Fei Qinghe stepped on Huang Zhongyang's back and asked through gritted teeth.
Huang Zhongyang almost lost his breath and fainted.
What's going on? He shot me in the back, and said that if I kill your son, I'll go to hell with your eighteenth generation ancestors! Then he stiffened his neck and roared: "Fei Qinghe, what are you talking about? I have never done anything to apologize to you.
If you dare to plot against me, I will not let you go even if I turn into a ghost!"
boom!
Fei Qinghe pulled the trigger, and half of Huang Zhongyang's head disappeared instantly...
Hu Meimei looked at this scene, her face had become extremely pale. At this time, when she saw Fei Qinghe turning around and walking over expressionlessly, she asked with a trembling voice: "Brother! You, don't you ask Feilun clearly?
No......"
Fei Qinghe shook his head: "How can such a person do things with a back-up?"
"Then, how do you explain it to Master?"
Fei Qinghe raised his head and glanced into the distance. At this time, his expression had calmed down. He thought for a while and said, "Before Master comes back, help me bury him."
"Yeah!" Hu Meimei nodded.
So the two of them dragged Huang Zhongyang's body towards a secret place in the forest...
At this time, Zhang Qiang had fully recovered and was getting up from the ground. Taking a look at the bodies of Qiu Langye and his son, Zhang Qiang walked to Qiu Ze, bent down, and took off the storage ring he was wearing on his hand.
After coming down, he scanned the ring with his spiritual consciousness and found that all the things bought at the auction were there.
"The old man really dotes on his son. He can hold so many treasures by himself without fear of being robbed." He grabbed Qiu Ze's right hand and looked at the dark gold glove. He found that it was made of level five black iron.
Forged from gold, some other special materials are also added to it, so the gloves are soft and close to the hand, but have extremely high toughness and hardness.
Zhang Qiang had no interest in this kind of thing. He took one look and let go of his hand. He turned his eyes and looked at the Qingfeng sword that fell on the snow not far away.
This is definitely a good sword, because it is made of seventh-grade Qingluan steel. At least for Zhang Qiang, such good sword-making materials are definitely rare.
So he stood up and walked over, wiped the storage ring in his hand on the sword, and put it away. Then he walked to Qiu Langye's body and picked up his storage ring. Unexpectedly, the old man's ring contained nothing but
Apart from some pills and a few small spiritual stones, there was nothing of note.
But the old man had a lot of money with him, which was much more unexpected.
After a rough count, there were no less than 30 million RMB, as well as several million US dollars, rubles and euros... It seems that this old man has no habit of using bank cards and likes to carry cash with him.
In this case, this ring must be taken away.
Putting the two storage rings into his arms, Zhang Qiang raised his head and glanced at the direction Huang Zhongyang was escaping. Seeing that there was no one in sight, he couldn't help but shake his head.
This guy was so frightened that he didn't even dare to come back and take a look.
Zhang Qiang did not know that Huang Zhongyang was already dead, and that Fei Qinghe and Hu Meimei were digging a hole for him deep in the woods. Seeing that no more enemies appeared, Zhang Qiang turned around and continued walking south.
The cold wind howled and snowflakes were flying. Zhang Qiang walked in the snow, shrinking his head from time to time. The clothes he was wearing were in tatters, not to mention keeping out the cold, and his flesh was exposed in many places. In addition, his head and face were covered with mud and water.
, the whole person looks more like a beggar than a beggar...
