The appearance of Quan Xiangguo immediately silenced the entire audience.
All the guests looked at Prime Minister Quan.
There is curiosity, disdain, and inquiry.
Kill Miao Jingyun and the others...
How could a master of swordsmanship who had been disabled for many years have the confidence to make such a noise?
Miao Jingyun could probably punch Quan Xiangguo to death with one punch, as he was as skinny as a bamboo pole.
"Grandpa!"
Jin Zhiyuan hurriedly greeted him, her frown untied.
In her eyes, as long as grandpa appears, there is no problem that cannot be solved.
Prime Minister Quan Guowen patted Jin Zhiyuan on the shoulder, and then walked slowly to Ye Fan:
"Mr. Ye, I'm really sorry. I wanted to treat you to a nice drink, but in the end I made you very busy."
He smiled apologetically: "When I finish handling these small things, I will make up for you later."
Mrs. Qian and the others couldn't help but sneer, this eighty-year-old man was too good at putting on airs.
After taking care of these little things, it will be good to survive tonight.
Mrs. Qian felt more and more that it was absolutely right for the Qian family to take sides.
Hearing this, Ye Fan waved his hands repeatedly: "Old sir, you're too polite. Miao Jingyun came here for me. I should be the one to say sorry."
"I know he came for you."
Quan Xiangguo smiled: "You just know that I am celebrating my eightieth birthday, and you still come here to act wild and hurt people. That is a slap in my face."
"Leave this matter to me."
He asked Jin Zhiyuan to protect Ye Fan, then turned to look at Miao Jingyun:
"The land of China is indeed magical. There are kind-hearted people like Ye Fan, and there are also vicious masters like you."
"But that's right, without evil people like you, how can we make Ye Fan and the others look noble?"
"It doesn't matter, Shenzhou has sheltered me, a loser, for so many years. Today I am repaying China's debt by getting rid of you."
While he was talking, he had a carving knife in his hand and was slowly whittling a wooden sword.
Ye Fan had seen this wooden sword before. It was the one that Prime Minister Quan often used to carve while lying on the bench.
The wooden sword is ninety-nine percent complete, only the tip of the front end needs to be formed.
Quan Xiangguo's carving knife is pressing the sharp force to the tip of the sword.
"I wonder who is so loud. It turns out to be Mr. Quan, the master of Yi Jian."
Miao Jingyun was stunned at first, then became furious, and then laughed again:
"But the old gentleman is eighty years old and is still seriously ill. He doesn't even have the strength to walk."
"We just stand still and cut off ninety-nine heads for you. I'm afraid you won't be able to cut them off."
With a look of disdain on his face, he grabbed a gun and pulled the safety button.
"Ninety-nine heads..."
Quan Xiangguo looked at Mu Jian and smiled indifferently: "A little less."
"Hahaha--"
Hearing Xiangguo Quan's words, Dongxie Xidu and others burst into laughter. The laughter of nearly a hundred people resounded throughout the Southern Chamber of Commerce.
Obviously everyone feels that Prime Minister Quan is self-righteous.
Mrs. Qian and the others also pouted. The old guy probably forgot to take his medicine and couldn't see the situation clearly.
"Old guy, you are so arrogant. Others say you are a waste, but I still don't believe it. Now that I see it, you are really confused."
Miao Jingyun looked at Quan Xiangguo and laughed wildly: "If you don't have Alzheimer's disease, how can you say that ninety-nine heads are missing..."
"Don't tell me that you are an eighty-year-old loser. Even if it were you ten years ago, you wouldn't be able to pick off a single head."
While speaking, he also grabbed a gun and shot it at Quan Xiangguo's feet.
Bang, a bullet hit next to Prime Minister Quan, and smoke filled the air.
What made Miao Jingyun unhappy was that Quan Xiangguo was not as panicked as he imagined, nor was he so frightened that he lay on the ground begging for mercy.
"Hey, you have a bit of a master's style."
Miao Jingyun was stunned at first, and then smiled ferociously: "But you were so scared that you forgot to hide, right?"
"Bang bang bang——"
As soon as he finished speaking, he fired three more shots, all of them hitting Quan Xiangguo.
A dozen southern elites wanted to rush to protect them, but were stopped by Jin Zhiyuan's gesture.
Facing the flying bullets, Quan Xiangguo still did not hide, but continued to sharpen the wooden sword in his hand.
One cut at a time, the front end of the wooden sword gradually became sharper.
"The old immortal has some ability. He didn't dodge even three shots."
Seeing that Prime Minister Quan's expression remained unchanged, Miao Jingyun frowned slightly, and then lost interest:
"What's the point of me bullying you, an old loser?"
"Ye Fan, are you out of your mind and want to rely on an old guy to make a comeback?"
He looked at Ye Fan again: "Do you really think he is still some kind of master of swordsmanship?"
"He is eighty years old, and he is still stupid. He has no strength to even lift his trousers, let alone his sword."
"Hurry up and commit suicide immediately. I'll spare the 800 people in the audience."
Miao Jingyun took out the small red drum again and smiled ferociously: "Otherwise, I will let all the guests surround you and kill you."
Many people's expressions changed drastically when they saw this, and they held their stomachs in panic.
They have already experienced the power of the red small drum. When the drum sounds, their stomachs are like knives, and life is worse than death.
Huo Ziyan and others also frowned slightly. They didn't know whether Quan Xiangguo could suppress Miao Jingyun, but they knew that the sound of the red drum would definitely cause pressure.
The eight hundred guests who were tortured at that time would most likely attack Ye Fan in order to survive.
Eight hundred people attacked, not to mention it was difficult for Ye Fan to resist, even if he could kill them, he probably wouldn't take action.
Therefore, they looked at the accompanying bodyguards 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: "If you don't cherish the opportunity to fight alone, you won't even have a chance to make a move later."
Miao Jingyun snorted: "You don't even have to take action. Can you kill me instantly, or will you kill me instantly?"
Mrs. Qian and the others also shook their heads. Prime Minister Quan liked to rely on his elders to talk nonsense, and Ye Fan was also arrogant.
Quan Xiangguo smiled faintly: "As long as I am here, no one can hurt Ye Fan."
Miao Jingyun raised the gun and pointed it at Quan Xiangguo's head: "Old man, do you believe I'm going to blow your head off right now?"
"Do not believe--"
As he spoke, Quan Xiangguo struck the final blow.
"Whoosh——"
A white light flashed from the wooden sword. It was not only full of sharpness, but also became full of vitality.
It's as if it suddenly came to life, giving people an indescribable agility.
At the same time, a fighting spirit bloomed from Quan Xiangguo. As if he could no longer suppress it, his whole body began to swell.
Even the eyebrows and hair are filled with vitality.
The wrinkles on his face and gray hair have also quietly changed, and the whole person seems to be ten years younger.
Withered trees come spring.
Ye Fan had a look of shock on his face.
Dongxie and Xidu also stared at the wooden sword, obviously sensing a dangerous aura.
Quan Xiangguo laughed heartily: "I have been carving the sword for ten years. Today it is finally unsheathed. Who can pick up my sword?"
Miao Jingyun sneered subconsciously: "Old man, are you still playing tricks? You have the ability to touch me."
"Okay, I'll use your sword as a sacrifice."
Quan Xiangguo smiled faintly and held the wooden sword.
The fighting spirit is overwhelming.
"Quickly retreat!"
Dongxie Xidu and the others' expressions changed dramatically, they grabbed Miao Jingyun and backed away with a roar.
The moment Quan Xiangguo took hold of the sword, they discovered that he was not a waste, but a strong man in the world.
Not to mention just a few of them, even if they were all put together, they wouldn't be enough to wreak havoc on the Prime Minister's country.
Miao Jingyun also sensed danger, and while retreating, he shouted: "Shoot, shoot, kill him."
The muzzle of Kim's gun deflected.
"Whoosh——"
At this moment, Quan Xiangguo's voice dropped:
"Kill the immortal with one sword!"
A sword rainbow pierced through the sky and earth, instantly shocking the world.
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 was small, it was like a divine sun shining in the sky, covering everyone's eyes.
At that moment, the whole world seemed to have stopped, and only the sword rainbow remained in the eyes of the eight hundred guests.
So dazzling!
When they opened their eyes again, Mrs. Qian and Qian Jiaxin were shocked to find out.
East Evil, West Poison, Twelve Gu People, Immortal Bronze Man and Jin's Gunslinger all have their heads missing.
Each one had his head chopped off.
With one sword strike, all powerful enemies fell!
The eight hundred guests were stunned, and they were all dead silent.
Only Quan Xiangguo stepped out of the blood mist, stood proudly with a sword, and shocked the world with his ferocious power!
