Seeing this scene, Miao Jinge's eyes were almost glaring, filled with shock, fear and disbelief.
He never expected that Ye Wujiu, who was kidnapped by him, was so powerful that he could do the robe with one finger.
Thinking of Ye Wujiu's submissiveness and the scene of being despised by him, Miao Jinge felt a little dry.
Then, he regretted it.
Why kidnap Ye Wujiu?
This is a flock of sheep tied up a tiger in.
But no matter how much regret it, it is useless. The green-robed ancestor is dead, and Ye Wujiu stood in front of them.
It started to rain at night at some point in the sky. It was not heavy, as thin as cow's hair, but it was very cold and it hit the skin of the body.
Miao Jinge wiped off the rain from his face and wanted to say something to Ye Wujiu, but found that there was nothing to say.
The seventh ancestor of Miao family also widened his eyes, full of anger and fear.
They are over 100 years old, all of them are from the strength of the earth realm, and they are still people who have reached the earth realm decades ago.
Although it has been difficult to break through, the realm has long been stable. Eight people went out together, enough to sweep most of China.
This is also the main reason why Jiu Qiansui is so arbitrary to Miao Jinge.
But unexpectedly, they were stepped on tonight and pointed at the end of the house, and they couldn't help but be shocked and angry:
"Who are you?"
Ye Wujiu was very honest: "My name is Ye Wujiu. I am Ye Fan's incompetent adoptive father and also the hostage tied to Miao Jinge."
Miao Jinge squirted out an old blood, making his heart hurt so much.
The old ancestor of red robe stepped forward and roared: "You want to go against us?"
"I don't want to provoke you either."
Ye Wujiu pinched out a soft white sand smoke, took out a box of matches that came from somewhere and lit them:
"After all, I'm just a boatman and have experienced too many storms. Now I just want to have some fun food."
"But I am still tied up by President Miao when I am a turtle."
"The Miao family not only wants to kill me, but also my son. How can I say that I am against you?"
"Also, you are all over 100 years old. If you don't break through well, why are you going to get involved in these fights and kills?"
"And you eight of you beat my son together, I can't stand it anymore."
"It's okay to bully people, but you can't be shameless?"
Ye Wujiu felt the breath of cigarettes, making his face blurred.
Miao Jinge suddenly remembered something and shouted: "You killed the eight snipers?"
Ye Wujiu smiled: "I'm afraid that the fight will kill President Miao, so I will deal with them all and destroy your mechanism."
"By the way, President Miao, don't worry, I promise a thousand gold."
"The Feng Shui treasure land you want, the best nanmu, tombstone, father and son's hole, I will definitely satisfy you."
He looked at the cigarette in his hand and smiled bitterly: "It's just this year, my Chinese cigarette will be replaced by Liqun again."
Miao Jinge felt another angina pectoris. Unexpectedly, the tombstone coffin that Ye Wujiu asked in the dining room was left for the Miao family.
"It's so arrogant."
The Red Robe Ancestor smiled grimly and stared at Ye Wujiu:
"It's just that no matter what, you'll give us an explanation tonight."
While speaking, he made a gesture, and the Sixth Patriarch dispersed instantly, and his murderous aura locked Ye Wujiu on his fierce attack.
As long as Ye Wujiu had a flaw, they would take action and shoot him to kill him on the spot to avenge him.
"Of course, of course I will explain it to you."
Ye Wujiu looked at the seventh ancestor of Miao and said, "That's to kill all of you."
"Kill us all?"
The old ancestor of the red robe smiled: "Who do you think you are?"
"It is indeed beyond our expectations that you can kill the green robe, but it does not mean that you can withstand our seven attacks."
In the view of the Red Painting Ancestor, it was caused by Qing Painting's serious injury and underestimation of the enemy, so he gave Ye Wujiu a mobile phone to attack.
He would never want to believe that Ye Wujiu had the ability to beat them at the peak, which would make them look too incompetent.
Ye Wujiu smiled when he heard this: "Tonight, there will always be one party going to die, and I want to live ten or eight more years."
"Tonight, you father and son are dead."
The old ancestor of red roared:
"We not only want to kill you, but also capture all your relatives around you and throw them into the cave of Ten Thousand Snakes."
"Otherwise, I'm sorry for the dead green robe."
He grinned: "Ye Wujiu, we will make you die with your eyes open."
After saying that, the old ancestor of Honglang put on a pair of gloves, grabbed a snake-headed crutch, and approached Ye Wujiu with murderous intent.
The other sixth ancestors also flashed out their crutches and pressed towards Ye Wujiu indifferently.
Miao Jinge yelled hysterically: "Kill, kill him."
He also took out a dagger again, preparing to find an opportunity to stab Ye Wujiu to death.
Such perverts must not be kept overnight.
"It's time to end-"
A cigarette burned out, Ye Wujiu bounced his fingers away, and looked up again, his face no longer had a smile or a simplicity.
There was no emotion in those eyes, just a coldness that reached the bottom of my heart
The cold rain kept falling from the air.
"boom--"
Ye Wujiu narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly stretched out a hand, and held the red gun that Ye Fan stabbed to the ground.
Just as his calloused fingers were gripping with the cold gun body, the gray top on his body shook slightly.
Countless raindrops falling on their clothes were shaken into fine gouache, like misty fog and blown away steam.
"kill--"
Almost at the same time, the seventh ancestors of the Miao family roared together and swung their crutches.
Seven local realms, a hundred years of hard work, poured out with all their strength.
The murderous intent is overwhelming.
Just as he pounced on the way, the seventh ancestor of the Miao family suddenly contracted.
When Ye Wujiu opened his eyes, he suddenly became murderous intent, as if he had become a god of war.
The next second, he shook his spear.
The gun roared through the air and hit him horizontally.
"kill--"
The seventh ancestor of Miao family roared and resisted the spear together.
Seven people, seven hundred years of skill, can even make Ye Wujiu seriously injured and vomit blood.
But they soon found themselves wrong.
Just one shot.
The strong wind and cold rain stagnated.
The murderous intent dispersed.
The broken red tassel spear was like a striking demon dragon, and the thunder tremble swept off their crutches.
The spear tip pounced on the throat of the seventh ancestor of the Miao family.
Even though they changed thirteen moves to block the enemy in one breath, even though they poured out seven hundred years of profound skills.
But the momentum of that shot still cut off their spirits.
It can't be stopped, it really can't be stopped.
This shot directly cracked the throat of the Fourth Patriarch of the Miao family.
"Swoosh!"
Ye Wujiu shot his backhand and three more heads flew across the board.
Another shot was made and penetrated the heart of Miao Jinge who was running away.
The seventh ancestor of the Miao family, the king of Miao city, was wiped out.
With one shot in hand, who can stop it?
"Bang--"
Killing eight people, Ye Wujiu held a spear, and the gun body shattered and there was no trace to be found.
Then, Ye Wujiu turned around and walked into the woods and picked up Ye Fan: