The appearance of Prime Minister Quan immediately made the audience silent.
All the guests looked at the Prime Minister Quan.
Some are curious, some are disdainful, and some are inquiry.
Kill all Miao Jingyun and the others...
What is the confidence of a master Yi Jian who has been abandoned for many years?
The prime minister who was as thin as a bamboo pole, Miao Jingyun probably could have beaten him to death with one punch.
"Grandpa!"
Kim Ji-won hurriedly greeted her, and her frown was unbuttoned.
In her eyes, as long as my grandfather appears, there is no problem that cannot be solved.
Guanguo Kwon gently patted Kim Ji-won on the shoulder, then slowly walked to Ye Fan:
"Doctor Ye, I'm really embarrassed. I wanted to invite you to have a good drink, but it left you busy."
He smiled apologetically: "When I finish these small matters, I will make up for you later."
Mrs. Qian and the others couldn't help but sneer. The eighty-year-old man was too good at pretending.
After dealing with these small things, it would be great to survive tonight.
The more Mrs. Qian felt that the Qian family was really correct in taking sides.
Ye Fan waved his hands repeatedly after hearing this: "You are polite, Mr. Miao Jingyun came for me, it should be because I said sorry."
"I know he came for you."
Quan Prime Minister smiled: "I just knew that I was 80th birthday party and came here to hurt people. That was to slap me in the face."
"Let me handle this matter."
He asked Jin Zhiyuan to protect Ye Fan, then turned around and looked at Miao Jingyun:
"The land of China is indeed magical. There are people like Ye Fan who are kind-hearted, and you vicious masters."
"But that's true. Without you evil people, how could Ye Fan and the others appear to be nobler?"
"Well, China protects me as a waste for so many years. Today I will be considered as repaying China's kindness."
While speaking, he had an extra carving knife in his hand and slowly cut a wooden sword.
Ye Fan had seen this wooden sword, which was the one that Quan Xiangguo often lies on benches to carve.
The wooden sword has been completed by 99%, which is just the point where the sword tip is formed at the front end.
The engraving knife of the Prime Minister Quan was pressing his sharp momentum towards the tip of the sword.
"I think who is so angry? It turns out that it is Mr. Quan, the master of Yijian."
Miao Jingyun was stunned at first, then furious, and then laughed:
"But the old man is eighty years old and is still seriously ill, and he doesn't even have much strength to walk."
"We just stand still and cut your ninety-nine heads for you, but I'm afraid you can't cut them either."
He looked disdainful and even took a shot and pulled the insurance open.
"Ninety-nine heads..."
Quan Xiangguo looked at Mu Jian and smiled indifferently: "It's a little less."
"Hahaha--"
Hearing the words of Quan Prime Minister, they all laughed loudly, and the laughter of nearly a hundred people resounded throughout the Southern Chamber of Commerce.
Obviously, they all think that the Prime Minister is self-righteous.
Mrs. Qian and the others also curled their lips. The old guy probably forgot to take the medicine and couldn't see the situation clearly.
"Old guy, you're so arrogant. I don't believe it yet. Now when you look at it, you're really confused."
Miao Jingyun looked at Quan Xiangguo and laughed wildly: "You don't have Alzheimer's disease, how could you say that you have a little less ninety-nine heads..."
"Don't say that you are an 80-year-old waste, even if you were ten years ago, you wouldn't be able to remove a single head."
While speaking, he even snatched a shot and shot the national teammate Quan.
Bang, a bullet hit the side of Prime Minister Quan, and smoke filled the gunpowder.
But what made Miao Jingyun unhappy was that Prime Minister Quan did not have the panic he imagined, nor was he so scared that he lay on the ground begging for mercy.
"Yeah, it's a bit of a master's style."
Miao Jingyun was stunned at first, then grinned: "But you are so scared that you forgot to hide, right?"
"Bang bang bang--"
After he finished speaking, he shot three more shots, all of which were beside Prime Minister Quan.
More than a dozen elite southern players wanted to rush forward to protect them, but were stopped by Kim Ji-won.
Facing the flying bullets, Quan Prime Minister still did not hide, but just continued to cut the wooden sword in his hand.
One knife after another makes the front end of the wooden sword gradually sharper.
"I'm old, I'm a little capable, I won't hide from three shots."
Seeing that Prime Minister Quan remained unchanged, Miao Jingyun frowned slightly and then lost interest:
"What's the point of just bullying you, an old trash?"
"Ye Fan, are you thinking about turning the tables on an old guy?"
He looked at Ye Fan again: "Do you really think he is still a master of Yi Jian?"
"He is eighty years old and still a confused person. Not to mention lifting his sword, he doesn't have the strength to lift his pants."
"Hurry up, you can commit suicide quickly, I will let eight hundred people in the audience go."
Miao Jingyun took out the red drum and smiled grimly: "Otherwise I will let all the guests around you and kill you."
Seeing this, many people's faces changed drastically and they covered their stomachs and were very panicked.
They have already felt the power of the red drum. When the drum sounds, their belly is like a knife, and life is worse than death.
Huo Ziyan and others also frowned slightly. They didn't know whether the Prime Minister could suppress Miao Jingyun, but they knew that the sound of the red drum would inevitably cause pressure.
The eight hundred guests who were tortured at that time were likely to attack Ye Fan for his life.
Eight hundred people attacked, not to mention that Ye Fan was difficult to resist, even if he could kill him, he probably wouldn't take action.
Therefore, they looked at the bodyguards accompanying them and were ready to protect Ye Fan at any time.
"Miao Jingyun, you are the real waste."
Ye Fan took a step forward and stared at Miao Jingyun and sneered: "I will give you a chance to fight alone. If you don't cherish it, you won't even have a mobile phone later."
Miao Jingyun snorted: "I didn't even take action. Can you kill me in seconds, or can you kill me in seconds?"
Mrs. Qian and the others also shook their heads. Prime Minister Quan liked to rely on his seniority to speak loudly, and Ye Fan was also arrogant.
Prime Minister Quan smiled faintly: "With me here, no one can hurt Ye Fan."
Miao Jingyun raised his gun and pointed it at Quan Xiangguo's head: "Old man, do I believe it now?"
"Don't believe it--"
While speaking, the Prime Minister made the last blow.
"Swoosh--"
A white light flashed through the wooden sword, not only filled with sharpness, but also became vibrant.
It seems like it suddenly has life, giving people an indescribable agility.
At the same time, a sense of fighting bloomed from the Prime Minister Quan, and he seemed to be unable to suppress it anymore, and his whole body began to swell.
Even the eyebrows and heads were filled with erectile qi ejaculation.
The wrinkles on his face and his gray head also changed quietly, and he seemed to be ten years younger.
The dead trees meet spring.
Ye Fan showed a look of shock on his face.
Dongxie and Xidu also stared at Mu Jian, obviously feeling a dangerous aura.
Quan Xiangguo laughed happily: "I have been carving the sword for ten years and will be unsheathed today. Who can take my sword?"
Miao Jingyun subconsciously sneered: "Old man, are you still playing tricks? If you have the ability to move me."
"Okay, I'll take you to sacrifice your sword."
The Prime Minister Quan smiled faintly and held the wooden sword.
The fighting spirit is overwhelming.
"Get back!"
Their faces changed drastically, and they grabbed Miao Jingyun and roared and retreated.
The moment the Prime Minister Quan held the sword, they showed up. This was not a waste, but a powerful man of the world.
Not to mention a few of them, even if they are all added together, they are afraid that the prime minister will not be able to rage.
Miao Jingyun also smelled the danger and retreated while shouting: "Shoot, shoot, kill him."
The muzzle of the Jin Gun was tilted.
"Swoosh--"
At this moment, the voice of Prime Minister Quan sank:
"Kill the immortal with one sword!"
A sword rainbow that ran through the world instantly emerged.
The wooden sword flew out from the palm of Quan Xiangguo and flashed between Miao Jingyun and the others.
Although the three-inch wooden sword is small, it is like a divine sun in the sky, covering everyone's eyes.
At that moment, the whole world seemed to have stopped, and only the sword rainbow was left in the eyes of the eight hundred guests.
It's so brilliant!
When he opened his eyes again, Mrs. Qian and Qian Jiaxin appeared in shock.
The East Evil, the West Poison, the Twelve Gu Man, the Immortal Bronze Man and the Jin Gunman are all different.
Each of them was cut off.
With one sword, all the powerful enemies fell!
The eight hundred guests were stunned and all were silent.
Only the Prime Minister of Power came out of blood mist, stood proudly with his sword, and was so fierce that he was terrifying!