"Hmph, I'm still arrogant when I die!"

Qin Yuanfeng snorted coldly, stared at Wu You with a vicious look, and threatened in a deep voice: "Tell me, how did you cure Duan Shuping? If the answer satisfies me, I can spare you."

"Do you want to know so much? Then I'll tell you."

Wu You raised the corner of his mouth and talked eroticly: "In fact, it's very simple. Just transfer the spiritual energy into the patient's body to regain vitality. Naturally, all diseases are not invaded."

"Oh? You actually know the spiritual energy?"

Hearing this, Qin Yuanfeng was a little surprised at first, and then angrily shouted: "I'm so sarcastic. That passage of Shuping has long been terminally ill. If you want to cure it, you need a lot of spiritual energy to nourish it. I have been stepping into the magic of spiritual energy and insisted on the art of vomiting for more than ten years. The spiritual energy accumulated in my body is not enough for him. Where did you ordinary people get the spiritual energy!"

"A girl gave it to her at night, and if you don't believe me, I can't do anything."

Wu You thought casually.

"Damn it, there is no truth in your mouth."

Qin Yuanfeng cursed, then a trace of greed flashed in his eyes and tentatively said: "You have given me a real trick. Have you got something that should not belong to you? I'm going to hand it over now, maybe I'll let you have a way out."

"I think so, but I don't have that luck."

Wu You shrugged helplessly.

"Hmph, you're really stubborn."

Qin Yuanfeng turned around angrily and said to Qin Ming: "Go and pry his mouth open for me, remember to keep a breath and don't beat him to death."

"Yes, uncle."

Qin Ming rolled up his sleeves excitedly. He waited for this moment for a night, and now he could finally get what he wanted.

Stepping in front of Wu You, Qin Ming smiled cruelly and said, "Your luck is really good tonight. Every time I want to take action, you can always avoid it. Unfortunately, no one can help you now, so I can vent my best.

Oh, by the way, you'd better not beg for mercy later, because I have a hobby. The more my opponent begs for mercy, the more excited I will be!"

After saying that, Qin Ming grinned, raised his fist and attacked Wu You's head. If this punch was solid, an ordinary person would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

"Bang!"

Wu You raised his palm casually, caught Qin Ming's fist with one hand, and twisted it with one move.

There was a crisp sound of "crack" and Qin Ming's arms suddenly twisted like paper, and his bones were broken.

"ah!"

A heart-wrenching scream sounded, and Qin Ming's tall body instantly spread to the ground, trembling violently.

Wu You seemed to be fine, and he held Qin Ming's fist indifferently and continued to twist downwards without any intention of stopping.

"Stop! Please stop! No, no..."

Tears suddenly surged out of his eyes. Qin Ming knelt on the ground with an extremely painful expression, begging Wu You.

Wu You looked down and Qin Ming, who was already full of snot and tears, smiled and said, "I only realized that our hobbies are similar. The more you beg for mercy, the happier I am."

Qin Ming's face suddenly turned red, not knowing whether it was painful or shameful...

"Dark Warrior? How is this possible!"

Qin Yuanfeng turned around and saw the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

From low to high, warriors in this world are divided into four levels: Mingjin, Darkjin, Huajin, and Gangjin. Further up, they are the unborn Martial Saint Realm, which is also called ancient martial artists by outsiders.

He originally thought that Wu You was a martial arts enthusiast at most, and he was not at the same level as Qin Ming, a Mingjin warrior, and should have been completely crushed.

But who would have thought that the seemingly ordinary boy in front of him would be a dark warrior? It was incredible.

You should know that even Qin Yuanfeng himself only entered the dark force at the age of thirty, and only at the age of 49 were the strongest man in the power of the power.

The young boy in front of him was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most, and he had already entered the ranks of dark energy. Qin Yuanfeng suddenly felt that he had lived in a dog for decades.

"Uncle tribe, save me!"

Qin Ming shouted loudly.

"Useless stuff."

Qin Yuanfeng snorted coldly, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his body rushed towards Wu You like a cannonball.

Seeing this, Wu You pulled Qin Ming, who was already exhausted with one hand, waved his arm, and threw it forward.

"Get out!"

Qin Yuanfeng pushed Qin Ming away from the sky and let him fall like a broken sack and fall to the distance without knowing his life and death. Then he continued to rush towards Wu You with his speed, hoping to subdue him in one fell swoop.

Wu You stood still, looking at Qin Yuanfeng with a calm expression on his face.

"Are you scared? If I had known this, why would you have to be there? After I took you down, I would have to make you survive and die!"

Qin Yuanfeng smiled grimly and bumped into Wu You's thin body.

"Bang!"

A figure flew out.

In an instant, Qin Yuanfeng, who was in mid-air, looked confused.

After a trace of an arc, he fell to the ground.

After a long time, Qin Yuanfeng, who was lying on the ground, stood up and pointed at Wu You in dismay.

"You, are you, Grandmaster Gang, Gangjin?"

"How is this possible? How is this possible!"

As if he was crazy, Qin Yuanfeng stared at his blood-red eyes, kicked his feet and shot towards Wu You again.

"Bang!"

A figure flew out.

It's still Qin Yuanfeng...

When he got up again, he had recovered some sanity.

"Master Gangjin, he is really Master Gangjin!"

Qin Yuanfeng suddenly trembled all over and sweated heavily.

You should know that the highest level of a warrior is Gangjin. People at this level have already vaguely seen the ancient martial arts path, which can release their own spiritual energy and form protective energy. It is difficult for ordinary guns to hurt them at all.

Gangjin warriors are respected as masters by the world, and almost all of them are the sect leader and family leader. The same is true for the Qin family in Lingxi where Qin Yuanfeng is located. The head of his family is a Gangjin master, who is 80 years old this year...

Qin Yuanfeng raised his head and looked at Wu You, who was calm in the distance with shock. The sixteen or seventeen-year-old Grandmaster Gangjin, is even rarer than those rare martial saints.

Suddenly thinking about something, Qin Yuanfeng withdrew his gaze and suddenly ran towards the Land Rover car parked next to him.

Just kidding, the Grandmaster is here, so how can he live? If you don’t leave now, then when will you wait?

"stop."

Wu You said silently.

"You think I'm stupid, just stop..."

Qin Yuanfeng was about to get into the car, but suddenly stopped. His legs seemed to be imprisoned by something and could not move.

"What's going on?"

Qin Yuanfeng widened his eyes and looked at Wu You in disbelief.

I saw that the other party was just standing quietly, and he didn't even move a finger.

Seeing this, Qin Yuanfeng suddenly realized something and his whole body trembled.

"The confinement is a rumored ability that is only available in the Martial Saint Realm."
Chapter completed!