Chapter seven hundred and seventy-eight stone lions break the door
Chapter 778 The stone lion breaks the door
To be honest, apart from Xu Qing, no one named He Shang would buy much now. As long as Xu Qing calls out, this guy will run faster than a rabbit chased by a dog.
When he happily rushed to Xu Qing, before he could say hello with a playful smile, Xiao Xu reached out and pointed at the corpse with half of its head cut off, and whispered: "Hurry up, this guy
If someone died in the line of duty, find a wooden board to carry him down, and use some coal ash or something to clean up the blood on the ground."
He Shang was stunned for a moment, but then he grinned: "Okay, I'll do it right away. I'll clean up all the thin and thick stuff on the ground later!" After saying that with a bright and sunny smile, he turned around and left.
, it’s really not easy to find soot and other things, especially if you’re not familiar with the place.
A fire truck was parked at both ends of the intersection outside the door of the Li Family Courtyard, blocking the intersection. They knew there was a fire but blocked the safe passage. This was originally an unreasonable behavior, but more than a dozen police cars
In order to maintain order, a large group of men in firefighting uniforms blocked both ends of the alley with sullen expressions. Hundreds of police officers began to block traffic at both ends of the road. Traffic control was implemented on the entire street.
There are no more than ten real firefighters among the men in firefighting uniforms. Jiang Bangzheng arranged for people to dress up in order to deceive others. However, the traffic control cannot be too long, because a group of people will soon come this way.
Come here, and this group of people can only drag them, they can't really stop them, because they are the presidium.
If Jiang Bangzheng doesn't want to become a power grabber on the table, he can't attack the presidium. Unless he has to, he will let Yu Fusheng turn everyone into puppets and destroy everything.
The moment the puppet was killed, Yu Fusheng, who was lurking outside the gate of the Li family compound, had already sensed it. For a long time, he couldn't figure out what went wrong. It stands to reason that a puppet could control ten more people in a short period of time.
Not to mention the rest of the family, he originally planned to control the Li family members in the inner courtyard first, and then control the masters in the main courtyard. Those in the outer courtyard did not pose any threat at all.
It is undeniable that the cooperation between Huan Zun and Yu Fusheng is quite tacit. Huan Zun can instantly use illusions to control a person and make Yu Fusheng into a puppet. Then he only needs to use the puppet technique to control more puppets. He can make Li Yu Fusheng into a puppet without a single blow.
The family compound was destroyed by itself, but the wishful thinking failed, and even the controlled puppet was eliminated.
I don’t know why? As the first-generation sect master, Yu Fusheng had an ominous premonition in his heart. There might be more variables in this operation. This veteran heavenly warrior had some inexplicable intention to quit.
People are like this. The longer they live, the more scruples they have.
People with superpowers, ancient warriors, public security, police, fire fighters... a bunch of people gathered together and surrounded the Li family courtyard in an airtight manner. As soon as Jiang Bangzheng raised his arms and shouted, the group of people would rush into the courtyard.
The time has not come yet.
Jiang Bangzheng now has people holding back the presidium on the way, but the paper cannot contain the fire after all. If the Li family compound cannot be captured as quickly as possible, then all efforts will be in vain.
There is a kind of madness called unwillingness. No one will easily give up something that is close at hand but has been pursued for a lifetime. When you really want to catch it, you will find that it is so far away. Jiangbang is now in such a situation.
In the midst of the crazy emotions, everything that was stale and dark, and everything that was noble and reserved became a cloud. What he urgently needed was to seize what he was about to get, but he felt that there was always an invisible barrier at his fingertips.
Jiang Bang gritted his teeth and said with a sullen face to Feng Zun, who was closest to him: "Feng Zun, immediately notify Duke Yang Li to bring people over, and tell him that I will let him take the lead, so that his sharp sword can draw blood from its sheath."
Feng Zun nodded, stepped on his feet, and the two tubes swelled. As soon as he turned around, he was already a hundred meters away. This speed can best be described as the wind under his feet.
At this time, Duke Yang Li was sitting in his room, gritting his teeth. Jiang Bang had deliberately left him and everyone from the Dian Cang faction in the courtyard. Although it was only a few hundred meters away from the Li family compound, the closer he got, the more entangled he became. Now he wanted to rush over immediately.
A fierce attack to relieve the bad anger in my heart.
"Damn, the boy surnamed Jiang is talking about important arrangements. I think he just wants to exclude me, huh!" Yang Ligong felt angry. He grabbed the celadon teapot on the table and threw it outside the door.
Bang! Oops! A cracking sound and a scream of pain came from the door, and then Feng Zun, whose head was covered with blood, stumbled in from outside the door.
Poor Feng Zun was caught off guard and his head was hit by a teapot, and his old face was scratched bloody by fragments of celadon. However, he did not dare to attack in front of the fierce Yang Ligong. His tangled and bitter face was worse than crying.
It's several times uglier. My mother's vagina was sewn, so she was really unlucky.
"Mr. Li, please take it easy, it's going to hurt my old face!" Feng Zun cried out in pain, and stretched out his hand to rub the blood on his face, which was burning.
Yang Ligong sat on the wicker chair and glanced at the embarrassed old man. He snorted coldly from his nostrils: "Huh! What are you doing here? I threw a pot and you tried to push your face up. You deserve the hit."
Feng Zun mentally scolded the old guy with a stiff neck, but said: "Secretary Jiang asked me to ask you to lead people to clean up the Chinese martial arts. I didn't expect that you would hit me with your sharp sword after you unsheathed it."
Such an old face, alas!"
"Really?" Yang Ligong's eyes lit up, and he jumped up from the wicker chair with a cry. Feng Zun nodded bitterly and said: "It's absolutely true, bring your warriors with you..."
Before he finished speaking, Yang Ligong had already rushed out of the door. When the two of them turned around, Feng Zun had a small white porcelain bottle in his hand. He only heard a cold voice coming from far away: "This is the best of the Dian Cang Sect.
Jin Chuangyào, I'm offended!" I could only hear his voice but not see his form, and he was already a hundred meters away.
Heavenly realm warriors are incomparable to the supernatural masters in terms of speed and strength. Feng Zun, who suffered the loss of being mute, held the bottle of golden medicine in his hand and cursed bitterly: "It's better for the immortal thing to fight with the Chinese martial arts."
Both sides suffer losses, and one of your teeth will break if you chew on the hard bone."
Yang Ligong led five members of his group to run all the way, and it took less than three minutes to rush to the front door of the Li family courtyard. The old guy glanced at the crowd gathered in front of the main door, and moved the crowd aside with a stroke of his arm.
Passage, shouted: "Get out of the way and watch me open the door."
Most of the people blocking the door knew this arrogant and domineering old man, and they consciously stepped aside. I saw Yang Ligong striding up to the door, bowing down, grabbing the stone lion on the left in front of the door with one hand and raising his arms.
As soon as he mentioned it, he easily lifted the stone lion, which was at least five hundred kilograms away, over his head. With a smile, he picked up the stone lion and slammed it towards the large door in front of him.