"Bastard, how can you use a gun!" Qian Youwei suddenly screamed, and he could not accept the death of the one-eyed dragon.

It was fine just now, why did you die all at once?

"Damn, you are allowed to use a knife, and I am not allowed to use a gun. Are you urging the pig?" Ye Xiaole pointed at Qian Youwei and rolled his eyes. "I asked you before if you really need to add this condition. Now you are talking about you, and you are opposing it. Is it true that I am easy to bully?"

"But~~" Qian Youwei, who was about to refute, immediately hid behind Wang Teng because the black hole in Ye Xiaole's hand put a lot of pressure on him.

"Shut up, according to the previous agreement, Ye Xiaole did not violate the rules, and the duel continued!" As a notary, Zhang Tianze fulfilled his responsibilities well, although he felt helpless about Ye Xiaole's sneak attack on people with hot weapons... If he died in this way, he would definitely die with his eyes open.

Everyone thought it was Ye Xiaole who used his opponent's paralysis, and the speed attack and used a thermal weapon to hit the head of the one-eyed dragon at close range, which led to the death of the one-eyed dragon.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, the pistols have no lethality to ground-level warriors. Whether it is speed or the use of spiritual energy to instantly lay out local shields, they can easily catch bullets. Generally, even if rockets hit, they are only injured and can be killed.

So they can only attribute all this to Ye Xiaole's despicable and invincible luck...

Little did they know that all this was inevitable. At that moment, Ye Xiaole used the shadow control technique that no one could see... This determined that the one-eyed dragon would die.

Of course, Ye Xiaole would not be kind enough to come forward to explain. Now he is staring at the mustache opposite with malicious intentions.

"Hehe, come on, show your manliness, now we can fight fairly!" Ye Xiaoleyi said righteously.

"Fair, your sister!" cursed in his heart, but Xiaomouzi didn't dare to respond. While guarding against Ye Xiaole, he looked at his master. He was not sure of defeating Ye Xiaole at all.

Qian Youwei naturally knew what his subordinates meant, but no outsiders were allowed to intervene in duels, not to mention that there was a great master from the Zhang family who was a notary, so he was even more afraid to make trouble.

"I'm losing so badly now, I'd better find a way to explain to my family 100 million Chinese coins..."

Seeing his master squatting on the ground watching the ant move, Xiaowang's beard suddenly became anxious and hurriedly retreated, but it was too late now.

"Blow the fire palm!" Ye Xiaole perfectly used a gesture in the standard textbook of the Yuling Academy. A strong wind blew the jumping mustache, and the latter's thin body was blown to change its course and flew several meters.

"Super whip legs!"

Before the beard could stabilize his body, Ye Xiaole's leg wrapped in spiritual energy had already hit Xiaobei's belly. The beard spitted blood and flew over ten meters again, smashing a counter.

"I recognize it~~"

"What, don't admit defeat? I admire you, come again!" With a loud shout, the beard that stood up was kicked away again.

"Pong ~~"

The sound of an object breaking, more than a dozen antiques were reimbursed...

The bearded man still stood up tenaciously, opening his mouth to speak, but his butt hurt a lot, and then he jumped over the heads of dozens of people and fell accurately on...a bunch of framed paintings...
Chapter completed!