"Sister Qiangwei, this is not the way you treat guests!" A man's voice came from the corridor.
"I came to you with good intentions to discuss cooperation, but your people wouldn't even let me in. Isn't that too much?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a man in his forties stepped in. There were several scars on his face. His originally evil face looked even more fierce, and he had a strong smell of blood-drinking.
Following him was a tall and thin man, dressed in Taoist robes, with slender fingers, skin whiter than that of women, and a feminine look in his eyes from time to time.
Behind them were two muscular men, each holding a machete in their hands and breathing fiercely.
"Hua Xie, is it you!?" After seeing the leading man, Qiangwei frowned and glanced at Ling Hao subconsciously.
If you really say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here!
"Tsk, tsk, I haven't seen you for a while, Sister Qiangwei, you've become beautiful again!" Hua Xie entered the banquet hall, directly ignoring Ling Hao and the other three, and glanced at Qiangwei with his eyes.
"Last night, I came specifically to see you, but you avoided seeing me. It made me so sad!"
"Hua Scorpion, what are you doing here? This is not a place for you to be arrogant. Get out of here!" The Black Panther looked at his two companions on the ground and roared angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and rushed towards the other party.
Bang!
Before he could rush to the other party, the man in Taoist robes raised his hand and swept him away with a palm. He hit the chair behind him hard and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"The battle is complete!?" Qiangwei and the old man exclaimed at the same time, with a flash of shock in their eyes.
"Who are you?" The old man frowned and stood in front of Qiangwei, with a solemn look on his face.
"Haha, I forgot to introduce you. Lord Jade Face is a distinguished guest of Lord Buddha. He only came to Jianghai last month, so you don't know him." Hua Xie smiled.
Then he looked at Qiangweidao and changed the subject: "Sister Qiangwei, have you thought clearly about what Buddha told you?"
"In my opinion, why do you, a woman, have to be so strong? Why not serve the good Buddha with peace of mind and protect you for the rest of your life?"
"Also, even though Buddha is a bit older, he can definitely meet all your needs in bed."
"Presumptuous!" the old man roared angrily, dodged, raised his hand and punched the flower scorpion.
"Your master hasn't spoken yet, when will it be your turn to interrupt!" The man in Taoist robes said coldly, and also punched the old man's fist.
Bang!
A dull sound came out, and the old man quickly retreated seven or eight steps behind him, and the qi and blood surging in his heart spurted out.
"Old Quan!" Qiangwei exclaimed.
"People outside have praised you to the sky, saying that Sister Qiangwei has a top expert next to you. I thought you were really a person with three heads and six arms, but it turns out you only have this little strength!" The man in Taoist robes rubbed a pair of slender fingers.
puff!
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood again, twisted his eyes, and his aura instantly increased, urging all his strength to attack the opponent.
"You have such little strength, but you still want to die. I will help you!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in Taoist robes, and he raised his hand to meet him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two fists collided together, making a dull sound.
The old man was one level lower than his opponent, and his defeat soon became apparent. He was knocked to the ground by a straight punch from the Daopo man, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth again.
"Old Quan!" Qiangwei quickly walked over and helped him up: "How are you, Mr. Quan?"
"It's okay!" The old man shook his head with difficulty, his aura was extremely disordered.
