Jing Jue on the other end of the phone was also stunned.
Then the tone of the voice suddenly increased in decibels, and the sound was broken.
"What did he say?"
I was happy to see Wang Han's retreating figure.
"He said...he said he was here to begin with."
Jing Jue took a breath, "Quick, quick, give me a real-time report! Don't let this kid mess around!"
Wang Han walked forward.
Several cars behind the convoy suddenly opened their doors.
Several people in suits and ties jumped down from above.
"Master Jiu!"
Wang Han just nodded and walked forward.
All the way forward.
Those cars seemed to have turned on a switch, and people got out of the cars one after another from back to front.
It's like a snowball and the number of people is getting bigger and bigger.
Some of these people wear dragons and tigers, some wear suits and leather shoes, and some wear Tang suits. They come in different shapes and come from all walks of life.
Every time people come down, they will call you Jiuye!
Whether sincere or not!
But this scene really confused me.
The quail's horse's eyes widened after seeing this scene. She was thankful that the quail had just pulled her away.
Jing Jue couldn't hear the movement on Gao Xing's side and scratched the wall anxiously, "What's going on? What's going on? Talk!"
He came back to his senses happily, "Many people came to pick up the Mr. Jin you mentioned today."
"I'm not asking you this, I'm asking what Wang Han is doing here?" Jing Jue asked quickly.
Gao Xing replied, "I heard many people here call him Jiu Ye."
"Jiu...Jiuye?"
"Fuck! Ninth Young Master!"
Jing Jue shouted out.
Gao Xing asked in confusion, "What is the Ninth Young Master?"
"Ten men meet nine young masters!" Jing Jue looked like he was hopeless, "I have invited a god to come!"
He looked at Wang Han happily from a distance.
The people who got off the vehicles all followed Wang Han.
Four to five hundred cars jumped out and over a thousand people followed Wang Han.
And under this kind of battle.
Wang Han's momentum was able to completely subdue the entire audience!
In front of the prison.
Wang Han stood there.
There are bangers all around.
There were over a thousand people behind him.
Everyone was silent.
The gloomy aura hovering above the prison was greatly restrained by this fierce aura.
I glanced at the time.
There are still three minutes until the third brother is released from prison.
Wang Han arranged his clothes.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the people behind him.
Many of them were the same people who stabbed Third Brother in the back.
And behind these people are those big families.
They came here just to see how the Third Young Master compares with the past.
The Shilaohui has gradually become more popular in recent years.
Some people who had provoked the Shiguohui back then became frightened.
Boom!
The big iron gate in the distance sounded.
Everyone looked over.
Several prison guards escorted a middle-aged man with long hair out of the prison.
The prison guard was not nervous when he saw so many people outside and closed the door as if nothing happened.
The middle-aged man brought nothing.
He looks very ordinary, only 1.7 meters tall, and his appearance is the type that you would never remember at a second glance if you are thrown into a crowd.
But his eyes are very sharp, as if he can penetrate people's hearts. The way he looks at others is full of compassion, just like the gods and Buddhas sitting on the lotus platform looking at all living beings.
It is an indescribable temperament.
It's like being ordinary becomes extraordinary in the end.
He has a slightly chubby figure and wears a collared and half-sleeved style that was fashionable ten years ago. If he had a bunch of keys hanging around his waist, he would look like a middle-aged man you can find casually on the street.
Through the prison door, you can see hundreds of prisoners wearing prison uniforms standing neatly inside.
The moment the man stepped out of prison with one foot.
All the prisoners bowed respectfully at the same time.
Not a word.
But it seemed like he had said everything.
He raised his head and glanced at everyone.
Except Wang Han.
Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly.
Like a ghost with a guilty conscience who dares not raise his head to look at the God who wields thunder.
"Welcome Third Master!"
I don't know who took the lead.
Over a thousand people bent down at the same time.
The man's eyes finally fell on Wang Han.
There was finally a wave of emotion in those pair of calm eyes, and a smile appeared on the rigid face.
Wang Han stepped forward slowly.
"Third brother."
Jin Sansheng.
Known as Mr. Jin to people in the world, he was Di Lao's third disciple and a legendary figure who once unified the three religions and nine streams.
He looks very ordinary and looks very ordinary. Wang Han remembers that Jin Sansheng looked like this when he was a teenager, and he still looks like this now.
But there is a magical charm about him that can always inspire people's emotions.
Jin Sansheng patted Wang Han on the shoulder.
"It's a lot stronger."
Turning his eyes, he saw Daozi again.
Bong Zi also buttoned up the open collar before coming over.
"Third brother!"
"Bangzi!" Jin Sansheng patted Bongzi's chest.
The playful and smiling boy looked particularly reserved in front of Jin Sansheng.
He could make all kinds of jokes in front of Huang Wang, but in front of Jin Sansheng, he could not help but behave himself.
Wang Han turned around and said, "The position has been decided for you. We will go over to pick you up!"
Jin Sansheng nodded.
Unexpectedly, the words just fell out.
A figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd and pushed its heel towards Jin Sansheng's chest.
The momentum is fierce.
Wang Han has quick eyes and quick hands.
Hit him with an elbow.
The leg was deflected by the impact, but still kicked Jin Sansheng.
Jin Sansheng took two steps back.
Wang Han was furious.
A punch hit the opponent's neck.
Click!
The man's neck crooked, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he lay on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Wang Han turned around and looked at Jin Sansheng.
Jin Sansheng was neither sad nor happy, as if all this had nothing to do with him, and slowly bent down.
He picked up a fake eyeball from the ground and wiped it with his hand.
He opened a bottle of water and rinsed the fake eyeballs.
Jin Sansheng put the fake eyeballs into his eye sockets again.
Look at everything in front of you calmly.
Wang Han stood in front of Jin Sansheng.
Ten years ago, Jin Sansheng, who was in his thirties, had reached the late stage of Grand Master.
But later, those big families joined forces with the anti-bone boy Longshou from all three religions to destroy his tyrannical skills.
Wang Han looked at the people in front of him.
Only two words came out of his mouth.
"Give Way!"
The crowd moved sparsely.
Finally only a quarter gave way.
There are still three-quarters blocking the way.
They are afraid!
I'm afraid that Mr. Jin will come back to seek revenge.
Even though they knew that Mr. Jin was deprived of all his skills ten years ago, they were still afraid that letting Mr. Jin go back would be like letting the tiger return to the mountain.
They firmly believe that Mr. Jin has the strength to make a comeback.
They don't want Mr. Jin to leave here.
Be polite first and then fight!
The bow just now was a courtesy.
The subsequent attack has already entered the process of soldiers.
Nearly a thousand people formed a human wall.
Wang Han stood between the human wall and Jin Sansheng.
Biao Zi and the men who stole the door stood beside Wang Han.
"Everyone, do you really want to take action?" Wang Han glanced at everyone.
More than half of the dragon heads from the three sects and nine tiers have come, and the strongest ones are basically concentrated in the great masters. The strongest ones are the two half-step transformation realms. I haven’t seen whether Wang Han has the transformation realm yet.
A dark and strong monk wearing monk's robes and glasses raised one hand in front of him, "Ninth Young Master, you know, if Mr. Jin doesn't die today, we will die tomorrow."
Wang Han, the walking monk in the Five Elements and Eight novels, still has some memories of him. He was about to starve to death on the street, but Jin Sansheng saved his life.
Today I came to intercept and kill my benefactor.
Wang Han's eyes passed over these people and settled on a car behind them.
An old man could be vaguely seen sitting in the car.
"Old dog Sun, are you going to break the rules set back then?"
The car window slowly lowered, and there was an old man sitting inside. His cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were extremely high, and there was a cold light in his triangular eyes.
"I'm just passing by. Besides, people from all walks of life want to take action. What does it have to do with our big families? I admire the Ninth Young Master for coming here alone, but I'm also very interested in whether he can leave here alive.
expect.
Everyone! Please! Oh, by the way, I heard that the life of the Ninth Young Master is worth a lot of money. It’s up to you whether you can get the money."
People from all walks of life are ready to take action in an instant.
The leader of the great monks clasped his hands together, and a layer of Qi Body Qi Body appeared on the surface of his body for a full two inches.
Mid-term Grand Master!
"Ninth Young Master, I only say this once, get out of the way!"
Wang Han stood in front of the monk.
"If you want to touch my third brother, you must first pass me!"
The monk sneered and punched Wang Han.
Wang Han raised his hand and pinched the monk's fist.
The air machine is running wildly.
The muscles and blood vessels of the monk's arm suddenly began to twist. In an instant, the entire arm twisted into a twist and spread towards his chest.
Wang Han swept his other hand towards the monk's armpit.
The monk quickly pushed him with his knee.
Unexpectedly, my knees also started to twist.
The muscles on the thighs twisted and twisted, heading towards the lower abdomen.
The monk quickly backed away.
But it's too late.
Wang Han’s One-Style Great Sun Purifying Heart Palm!
The monk flew back and flew away.
After landing, there was a lot of dust and there was no movement.
In less than thirty seconds, a great master died just like that in the middle stage.