Hua Wuque asked doubtfully: "Good brother, you just took that Yang Laohei's slap forcibly, how did it feel?"
Now Ning Fan recalled what happened just now and said: "Yang Laohei was indeed injured, and the strength contained in the palm just now was indeed much worse. Otherwise, do you think I can block the palm of a peak powerhouse?"
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"Yes, your boy is already innately perfect if he can hold on until he dies. In that case, we have a chance to kill him."
After Ning Fan took the pill, he felt that his internal organs felt much better. After exhaling, he said: "If there is a chance, we must seize the opportunity, otherwise Yang Laohei will not let us go."
"Don't worry, don't worry. If we meet him again next time, Taoist Master will just take out my blasting talisman and blow him to pieces. Then let Lu Xiaobu use his thunder technique."
"Don't even think about it."
Lu Xiaobu immediately refused and explained: "I am indeed learning the Seventh Layer of Thunder Drawing Technique, but I can only launch a killing move every two hours."
"Why are you so useless? Why don't you give me your seventh-level thunder technique, and let me practice it and kill Yang Laohei directly."
"Go away, if my father knows that I handed over the Seventh Layer Thunder to outsiders, he will have to peel off my skin."
Hua Wuque curled his lips: "The people in Tianshi Mansion are so stingy."
Then he seemed to realize something and grabbed Lu Xiaobu's neck: "Oh, you still dare to say that you are not from Tianshi Mansion?"
"Hehe, isn't it that I still can't completely believe you? In fact, my name is Zhang Yang, and my father is Zhang Daolin from Tianshi Mansion."
"You finally dare to tell me the truth, but I regret to tell you that even if your father comes to see me, he will have to call me "senior".
Zhang Yang was immediately displeased when he heard this: "That's bullshit on you. My father is one of the top figures in the world, but you are just a street rat that everyone shouts about."
"You're looking for death, you just ruined Master Dao's reputation."
"Come on, I'm afraid of you."
The two of them started to strangle each other, causing Ning Fan and his party to feel a huge headache.
"You two, stop making trouble."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fan immediately lay down on the ground and listened with his right ear to the slight sound coming from the ground.
"No, there are footsteps approaching here."
After hearing this, the two of them started pinching each other. Zhang Yang said in a panic: "Then that Yang Laohei must be here. Let's leave quickly."
At this time, Hua Wuque also lay on the ground and said calmly: "Don't worry for now, the footsteps are very light, and the breathing is a bit heavy. He is wearing black night clothes and holding a sword in his hand."
"Hell, you are so bad at it. You can tell what someone is wearing and what they are carrying just by listening to their footsteps."
"Nonsense, that's because he's already not far from us, look."
Looking in the direction Hua Wuque was pointing, a man in black appeared at the door.
After putting on his clothes, Ning Fan immediately became alert and frowned slightly: "Nightwalker!"
"What, he is the Night King's subordinate?" Zhang Yang was a little surprised.
The only person in the world that his father feared was the legendary Night King.
"It's over, let's run quickly." Hua Wuque turned around and wanted to leave.
The rest of the people were already ready to fight, because they had no idea what the purpose of the man in front of them was.