Jing Jue on the other end of the phone was also stunned.
Then the tone suddenly rose and the sound was slashed.
"What did he say?"
I was happy to look at Wang Han's back as he gradually left.
"He said...he said he was here."
Jing Jue took a breath, "Hurry, hurry up, report it to me in real time! Please don't do anything randomly!"
Wang Han walked forward.
Several cars behind the convoy suddenly opened the door.
Several people in suits and ties jumped off from above.
"Justice Jiu!"
Wang Han just nodded and then walked forward.
Go all the way forward.
In those cars, people walked out of the cars as if the switch was turned on, from behind to front.
It's like snowballing.
Some of these people have literary and artistic paintings, some have suits and ties, and some have them in Tang suits, with different shapes and industries.
Every time people come down, they will call him Master Jiu!
True or not!
But this scene really made me confused.
The quail's horse's eyes widened after seeing this scene, and was glad that the quail pulled her away just now.
Jing Jue couldn't hear the movement here, so he was so anxious that he scratched the wall, "What's wrong? Tell me!"
I was happy to come back to my senses, "Today, many people came to pick up the Mr. Jin San you mentioned."
"I'm not asking you this, I'm talking about what Wang Han is doing here?" Jing Jue asked hurriedly.
He replied happily, "I heard that many people here call him Jiuye."
"Nine... Master Jiu?"
"Fuck! Ninth Young Master!"
Jing Jue called out.
He asked happily and puzzledly, "What is the Ninth Master?"
"The ten men know nine young masters!" Jing Jue looked desperate, "I've invited a god!"
He looked at Wang Han happily from afar.
Those who came off the vehicle followed Wang Han.
Four or five hundred cars jumped out, and more than a thousand people followed Wang Han.
And under this kind of situation.
Wang Han's aura was able to completely suppress the audience!
In front of the prison gate.
Wang Han stood there.
There is a bang around.
More than a thousand people followed behind him.
Everyone remained silent.
The gloomy aura hovered above the prison was greatly restrained by this fierce aura.
Take a look at the time.
There are still three minutes before the third brother is released from prison.
Wang Han tidied up his clothes.
Yu Guang swept over the people behind him.
Many of them were those who were back-stolen brothers.
And these people are those big families behind them.
They were able to come here just to see what happened to the third young master and then.
The ten-man clubs have gradually become popular over the years.
Some people who had provoked the Ten Masters back then were frightened.
Boom!
The large iron gate in the distance sounded.
Everyone looked over.
Several prison guards sent a middle-aged man with long hair to come out from inside.
The prison guards were not nervous when they saw so many people outside. They closed the door as if nothing had happened.
The middle-aged man brought nothing.
He is very ordinary, only 1.7 meters tall, and his appearance is even the type that he can't remember when he looks at it for a second.
But his eyes were very sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts. His eyes were filled with compassion without impurities, as if the gods and Buddhas sitting on the lotus platform were looking at the countless beings.
That is an indescribable temperament.
It's like it's normal to end up becoming unusual.
He is a little fat and wears a fashionable half-sleeved style that was ten years ago. If you drop a bunch of keys around your waist, it feels like a middle-aged man you can find on the street.
Through the prison door, you can see hundreds of prisoners wearing prison uniforms standing inside.
Just the moment a man stepped out of prison with one foot.
All the prisoners bowed and delivered with honor.
No word.
But it seems like he said everything.
He raised his head and glanced at everyone.
Except Wang Han.
Everyone lowered their heads and dared not look directly.
It's like a guilty ghost who dares not look up at the god who holds thunder.
"Welcome to the Third Master!"
I don't know who took the lead.
More than a thousand people bent over at the same time.
The man's eyes finally fell on Wang Han.
The two ancient well-being's eyes finally started to roar, and a smile appeared on the stereotyped face.
Wang Han walked forward slowly.
"Third brother."
Jin Sansheng.
People in the martial arts world are called Jin Sanye, the third apprentice of the imperial master, and a legendary figure who once unified all kinds of religions and all ranks.
He looks very ordinary and looks very ordinary. Wang Han remembers that Jin Sansheng looked like this when he was in his teens, and he still looks like this now.
But he has a magical charm that can always inspire people's emotions.
Jin Sansheng patted Wang Han on the shoulder.
“It’s much stronger.”
After a glance, I saw Bang again.
Before the bang came, I also tied the open collar buttons.
"Third brother!"
"Bang!" Jin Sansheng patted Bang's chest.
The hippie smiled clang 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 would always be involuntarily ruling.
Wang Han turned around, "The location has been set for you, we will come and welcome you!"
Jin Sansheng nodded.
Unexpectedly, the words just ended.
A figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd, and his heels pushed towards Jin Sansheng's chest.
Fierce momentum.
Wang Han has quick eyes and quick hands.
He smashed his elbow over.
The leg was knocked away and kicked Jin Sansheng.
Jin Sansheng took two steps back.
Wang Han was furious.
He punched the other person's neck.
A click!
The man tilted his neck and blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth. He lay on the ground without knowing his life and death.
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, so he bent down slowly.
A fake eyeball was picked up from the ground and wiped it with your hands.
I unscrewed a bottle of water and rinsed the fake eyeballs.
Jin Sansheng stuffed his 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 Grandmaster.
However, later, the powerful skills were destroyed by those major families who joined forces with the anti-bone dragon heads of all religions.
Wang Han looked at the people standing in front of him.
Only two words were said in his mouth.
"Give Way!"
The crowd moved in a sparse manner.
In the end, only one quarter made way.
Three-quarters left behind.
They are afraid!
I am afraid that Master Jin San will come back to seek revenge.
Even though they knew that Mr. Jin, ten years ago, had been abandoned for a lot of kung fu, they were still afraid that letting Mr. Jin go back is like letting his tiger return to the mountain.
They firmly believe that Mr. Jin is capable of making a comeback.
They didn't want Mr. Jin to leave here.
First polite and then troops!
The bow just now is a courtesy.
The subsequent attack has entered the process of soldiers.
Nearly a thousand people formed a wall of humans.
Wang Han stood between the human wall and Jin Sansheng.
Bangzi stood beside Wang Han with the thief's door thieves.
"Everyone, do you really want to do it?" Wang Han's eyes swept over everyone.
Most of the dragon heads of the three religions and all kinds of geniuses have come. The strongest ones are basically concentrated in the grandmasters, and the strongest ones are two half-step realms of transformation. I haven’t seen any realm of transformation or not.
A monk wearing a monk's robe and glasses stood up in front of him with one hand, "Young Master Ninth, you know, Mr. Jin San will not die today, and the next day will be our death."
The monk Wang Han, who is the traveling monk among the Five Elements and Eight Works, still had some impression of this monk Wang Han. He was about to starve to death on the streets that year, and Jin Sansheng saved his life.
Today, I came to intercept my benefactor.
Wang Han's eyes flew past these people and froze on a car behind.
An old man could be seen sitting in the car.
"Old Dog Sun, are you going to break the rules set back then?"
The car window slowly descended, and an old man sat inside, his cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were extremely high, and a cold light shone in his triangle eyes.
"I am just passing by. Besides, this is a person from all walks of life and ranks. What does it have to do with our big families? The Ninth Prince came here alone. I admire him very much, but whether he could leave here alive is also very good.
expect.
Everyone! Please! Oh, by the way, I heard that the life of the Ninth Young Master is worth a lot of money. It depends on you whether you can get this money."
People from all walks of life are ready to move in an instant.
The monk in charge of the head put his hands together, and a layer of Qi and Qi appeared on his body instantly.
Middle Grand Master!
"Young Master Ninth, I will only say once, get out of here!"
Wang Han blocked in front of the monk.
"If you want to touch my third brother, you can pass this level first!"
The monk sneered and punched Wang Han.
Wang Han raised his hand and pinched the monk's fist with one claw.
The energy is running wildly.
The monk's arm muscles and blood vessels suddenly began to twist, and in an instant the whole arm twisted into a twist, spreading towards his chest.
Wang Han swept his other hand towards the monk's armpit with his other hand.
The monk hurriedly pushed his knees.
Unexpectedly, my knees began to twist.
The muscles on the thighs twist and twist, invading towards the lower abdomen.
The monk quickly retreated.
But it was too late.
Wang Han’s style of Da Sun Purifying Heart Palm!
The monk flew backwards.
After landing, countless dust splashed and there was no movement.
In just thirty seconds, a grandmaster died in the middle stage.