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Chapter 374 Murderer Meng Xinghun

"Hero?" Before Meng Xinghun could react, Ye Wei's big, plier-like hands grabbed his shoulders.

Meng Xinghun panicked: "What are you going to do?"

Ye Wei answered Meng Xinghun with actions.

The moment the other party activated it, Meng Xinghun felt that the air had turned into a thick and hard wall, constantly hitting his face.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Luoyang."

Meng Xinghun panicked: "Why Luoyang?"

Meng Xinghun thought of Golden Spear Li, who was killed by him half an hour ago.

"A chivalrous man must have a chivalrous name. If you kill Golden Gun Lee, it's a great opportunity to become famous!"

"No! I'm a killer! Don't!" As a killer, what he fears most is becoming famous. How can he work for Boss Gao after becoming famous?

Thinking of this, Meng Xing couldn't help but struggle: "Who are you? Why do you want to harm me!"

"I am a stranger in the world, and my name is not worth mentioning." Ye Wei forcefully walked the inner breath movement method of Shenzhao Sutra and Blood Knife Sutra in Meng Xinghun's body, grinning, "This set of internal energy is given to you.

.”

"I don't want it!"

"How can you be a chivalrous and righteous man without any magic skills? Take it, you're welcome!"

"I don't want it! Let me go!" Is this a polite question? The point is that I don't want to be a hero!

"No, that's what you thought!" Ye Wei seemed to be able to understand Meng Xinghun's thoughts, and actually sent thoughts into Meng Xinghun's heart.

When Meng Xinghun was shocked, he felt as if his body was out of control. He suddenly burst out with unprecedented internal strength, rushed out from Ye Wei's hand like lightning, and jumped onto the city wall more than four feet high!

It turned out that in a short time, the two of them had arrived in Luoyang.

Meng Xinghun stood on the city wall, his clothes were ruffled, his sword glowed coldly, and he looked at the eyes gathered below the city with an embarrassed look on his face.

Meng Xinghun arrived half a stick of incense before the time.

Crowds gathered on the streets of Luoyang City. The news of Jin Gun Li's death had spread throughout the city like a plague.

Jin Gun Li's body was still in the same place, and the Yamen's police officers had separated the onlookers who were doing something good.

I don’t know whether it was the floor cleaning work of Jinqianmen that was not good enough, or whether the policemen from Liumen happened to stumble upon this murder in broad daylight. Anyway, people from the Yamen were rarely present at the scene.

"Wang Captou! Wang Captou is here!"

Someone in the crowd shouted something.

"Captain Wang! You have to see clearly how my brother died!" King Mang, one of the four great Vajras of the Golden Spear Sect, breathed heavily in the ear of Luoyang Capt. Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang looked indifferent and ignored this person. The policeman on the side stepped forward and said to this mang Jingang: "Interfering with the court's impartial handling of the case, I will be careful to punish you for disturbing the peace!"

"Humph!" Mang King Kong said nothing, his goal had been achieved.

Wang Qiang sneered in his heart, how could he know what this Mang King Kong was thinking? Sooner or later, this Mang King Kong's cleverness would be misled by his cleverness.

If Li Jinqiang dies, what will happen to the Golden Gun Sect? A dynamic social organization chooses the speaker, and avenging the former speaker is definitely an important bargaining chip for the top, but the problem is that the Golden Gun Sect has to avenge this revenge. It is reckless.

King Kong speaks now, and when Wang Qiang says, "Grand official Li died of a sudden illness," he can be said to be trying to pressure himself, forcing the court to return the "right of revenge" to the Golden Gun Sect. In this way, no matter what Golden Gun Li's

Revenge or not, Mang Kingang has gained a lot of face in the door.

Wang Qiang continued to walk forward and squeezed into the crowd. He heard an old man shouting: "Wang is the head! God opens your eyes! Golden Spear Li was taken away by the deadly wind blown by God! The old man saw this with his own eyes.

Golden Gun Li has been taken over by God! Ahem——"

Wang Qiang knew this old man, he was the old Sun who owned a tofu shop. It was said that he was hit by a carriage last year and half of his body was crushed to pieces. He barely managed to save his life. It was only because his daughter Doufu Xiaocui married into the Li family that he could get money for his treatment.

, or he would have died early. It’s just that old man Sun didn’t know how to praise him. He always said that his injuries were caused by Lei Jingang, the subordinate of the Golden Gun Li, and wanted to extort more money from the Li family. Wang Qiang did not deal with this matter. He only heard that

After Xiaocui died of a sudden cold, old man Sun disappeared without a trace. Unexpectedly, he came out again today.

"God has taken away the golden gun. Only Old Man Sun can say it. We arrest the head and handle the case and present the evidence." Wang Qiang thought.

"Hmph! It's obviously made by a fast swordsman! It's a pity that he ran too fast, otherwise I would have to let him know how powerful the Thunderous Dragon Sword is!" A young man holding a fine steel sword commented arrogantly on Killing Jin

Gun Lee's murderer.

"Wang Jinglong, how many masters has your Jinglong Quick Sword stabbed so far?" Next to the boy with the quick sword was a young man with a short sword on his waist. The young man's words made Wang Jinglong's face turn red instantly.

Wang Jinglong angrily pointed at the young man who was straddling the sword: "Fan Dongliu, don't think that your Fengjuan Canyun Sword is so fast just because the weapon is short? You are far worse than your brother Fan Xuan with the Purple Scale Golden Sword!"

Quarrels between Wang Jinglong and Fan Dongliu are not uncommon. What Luoyang City lacks the most are young swordsmen who hang out in Luoyang City all year round and are eager to become famous in a battle. This group of people are clamoring to fight with the man who killed Golden Gun Li.

The murderers fight to see whose sword is faster.

Wang Qiang couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He wanted to see what the young swordsman's face would look like if the murderer appeared again in Luoyang.

What kind of person killed Golden Gun Li?

Wang Qiang squatted in front of the corpse, Jin Gun Li's eyes widened, as if he didn't believe he would die.

Looking down, the wound on Jin Gun Li's throat is very clear. A sword penetrated from the back of his neck, killing him on the spot.

Li Jinqiang's crown was no longer on his head. Wang Captou stood up and saw the hat that had been trampled to pieces on the street corner.

Wang Captou glanced at Old Man Sun subconsciously. Old Man Sun said that a gust of wind took away the Golden Spear Li. He couldn't be wrong.

Because Wang Captou has already seen that the one who killed Golden Spear Li was, if not a gust of wind, then a swordsman like the wind.

A swordsman like the wind, in a gust of wind, stabbed the golden spear to death with his sword, and then blew him away like the wind.

This wind is definitely not a breeze, but a strong wind that is faster than a golden gun, a thunderstorm, a thunderstorm, a pear flower gun!

Seeing this, Mr. Wang took a long breath and waved his hand.

"Sir." The detective under his command hurriedly stepped forward.

"The body was handed over to Jinqianmen, and they said that Li Daguan had been suffering from sores in his throat. The sores suddenly burst due to the wind, causing him to bleed to death. Such accidents are not the responsibility of Liumenmen. Don't come to us if you have any trouble in the future.

Come."

"Yes!" Hearing this, the subordinate's head catcher's eyes flashed, and he turned around and shouted at Mang Kingang, "Family members! Where are the family members of the Golden Gun Sect?"

In Wang Qiang's view, no matter how important Golden Gun Lee was, he was already dead. The people would not sue the officials for the death of such a charlatan, so why bother to investigate and make himself embarrassed?

Thinking of this, Wang Qiang was thinking about how to wear small shoes for this incompetent subordinate, and thinking about how to make Mang Kingang draw some blood, and was about to give up and go back to Liumen.

It's a pity that accidents and turning points always come unexpectedly, so grab the opportunity to leave.

A roar comparable to summer thunder suddenly came from the city wall——

"The one who killed Golden Spear Li! Meng Xinghun!"


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