The man in black who was knocked away was none other than Diao Yuanqian, one of the Eight Wonders of the Chinese Sect. He appeared at the door of the Juyi Hall with a livid face, his arms drooped, unable to swing as he moved forward, and at the corner of his mouth, there was a sound. A stream of blood spread downwards, gathering into a drop and falling on his collar.
A harsh voice sounded, "It doesn't matter if you have four broken ribs, this kid broke two of my arms."
When he said this sentence, everyone was shocked.
The smile on the face of the killer Maitreya Fang Baala disappeared, he looked at the young man in the fishing net in surprise, and said in confusion: "This boy is so powerful, he can actually break the arm of a stinky bat like you?"
Diao Yuanqian showed an annoyed look: "Don't you believe it? I dare say that this kid's kung fu is definitely as good as yours."
Aunt Liao said: "Being able to break Bat's arm while his whole body was restrained, I'm afraid his skill is far superior to that of the dead monk. Fortunately, Bat's big dragnet was very powerful and it immediately covered him."
Severe pain came from Ximenlang's chest. He lay on the ground and struggled continuously. The more he struggled, the tighter the fishing net was. In anger, he roared like a lion: "Why, why are you doing this to me? Call me Feng Buzhi..." …”
Feng Erlie sneered and cursed: "Who do you think you are, you dare to call my father by his first name?"
Ximen Lang said angrily: "I have Hualongjie Shanhe Fan, and I am the twenty-eighth generation head of the Huamen. If you dare to touch me, I will kill you all under ten thousand swords."
A mocking smile appeared on Feng Erlie's face, and he said sarcastically: "Really? I didn't realize it. It turns out that you are still a big shot. You are the 28th generation head of our Huamen. Bah, you still want to show off your face." No? How dare you pretend to be the head of the sect, you are so bold. Where are your Hualong Ring and Mountain and River Fan, let us open our eyes?"
"You..." Ximen Lang burst out with anger in his eyes and cursed loudly: "Feng Erlie, you despicable and shameless villain, I clearly gave you the Hualong Ring and the Mountain and River Fan, but you still ask me where I am, I won't kill you You can’t do it anymore.”
Feng Erlie sneered and said: "Indeed, you gave me the Hualong Ring and the Mountain and River Fan. They are here." He took the yellow silk bag with two treasures from behind and placed it in his hand and asked: "Give it to me Is this the thing you want?"
Ximen Lang looked closely and saw that it was indeed the yellow satin bag that the other party had taken from him. He quickly said: "Yes, that's it. It contains the Hualong Ring and the Mountain and River Fan."
"In this case, let's open it and take a look at this legendary treasure of Huamen." Feng Erlie opened the string on the mouth of the yellow silk bag, took out a fan first, shook it open, and said mockingly: "It turns out that the Mountain and River Fan It’s like this, it’s really different.”
Everyone looked over and saw that it was just an ordinary paper fan, with four words written on it crookedly like a fly crawling, "Great rivers and mountains," and there was a burst of ridicule.
"Wow, what a mountain and river fan. It's really different."
"I guess this fan is very expensive. It costs ten yuan a piece in the store, haha."
Only the guard captain Qiu Wanshan flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes, because he had seen the mountain and river fan held by the captured young man up close, and it was not the one shown in the hands of the Master of the Wind Hall. He sighed secretly in his heart, fearing that the Venerable It’s unclear how he’s going to die!
A sinister smile appeared on Feng Erlie's face, "Let's take a look at his other treasure, the Hualong Ring." Then he put down the paper fan, poured out a ring from the yellow satin bag and placed it on the coffee table. It was clearly a street stall. The five-yuan bargain sold online, the most outrageous thing is that it is inlaid with coiled cobras, which is shocking.
Everyone laughed again, mocking the young man in the fishing net with contempt on their faces.
"There is a dragon character in the Hualong Ring. How could the inlaid pattern be a snake?"
"You are so incompetent. If you want to pretend to be a fake, you should investigate clearly before doing it..."
Ximenlang stared at the swapped Hualong Ring and Shanhe Fan, and stopped arguing. He knew in his heart that he had fallen into a huge conspiracy. It was obvious that the other party had deliberately framed him, and the more he was killed, the more he was killed.
To think that the seemingly loyal Elder Feng would have such an insidious and cunning son is such a knowing thing!
"A bunch of despicable people!" Ximen Lang gritted his teeth and cursed bitterly.
Feng Erlie sneered and said: "You are about to die, yet you dare to speak harshly." He clapped his hands and shouted: "Here comes someone."
Dozens of big men poured into the Juyi Hall, all carrying sticks in their hands and looking at Feng Erlie, waiting for his orders.
Feng Erlie pointed his finger and said viciously: "Hit me."
A group of people rushed forward, swung the sticks in their hands and beat Ximen Lang on the head and body, making a banging sound, like hitting a sandbag.
Ximen Lang rolled his body so that his face was face down, silently using the golden bell mask to withstand the rain of blows from sticks, without saying a word.
Many big men beat Ximenlang violently for half an hour. After sweating on his forehead, they found that the boy was motionless and stopped.
One of them said: "Why don't you move? Could it be that you were beaten to death?"
"He must have been beaten to death. How could a flesh and blood body withstand such random beatings from us?"
Indeed, it is impossible for any normal person to withstand such a violent beating, and he will definitely die. Feng Erlie stared proudly at the unknown body in the fishing net, and said with a sneer: "Anyone who commits unrighteousness will be punished by death. This is why you pretend to be the general manager."
The fate of the Lord.”
Fang Bara's eyes showed doubts and he said: "Is he dead? Not necessarily?"
Aunt Liao smiled like a little girl and said: "What do you think, this boy was smitten by the ghostly clutches of the flying bats, and then beaten with sticks by a bunch of them. It would be strange if he didn't die, unless he was made of steel poured into iron."
Body.”
Fang Bala thought for a while and said, "What Madam said makes sense. Let me verify whether this kid is dead or not." He casually dropped the wine gourd and dog legs on the coffee table about five or six meters away. He walked up.
He went forward and kicked him hard first, making a muffled sound. The boy's body wrapped in the fishing net was kicked into the air and fell heavily. His face was ashen and his eyes were closed tightly.
Falling off.
Fang Bala knew in his heart that the force of his kick could break even a stone tablet in two. Even though he always smiled, he was actually very careful. Regardless of whether the opponent was dead or not, this kick was enough to kill the young man.
life.
Aunt Liao said disdainfully: "Damn monk, you are really careful, you are afraid that the boy is still alive, so you can make up for it."
Fang Bara laughed, "This is called being careful when sailing a ten thousand year ship. I don't want to be seriously injured like a smelly bat. Now, let me see if he is dead. It's a pity that a life has been saved by me to the end of the west."