Just before the old man was about to fight with Che Qianzi, a cold voice sounded in the conference room: "Junior Brother Zhao, this little baby is not easy to mess with..."

The little Taoist priest and the old man were both startled and retreated at the same time. They saw that on the seat on the rostrum of the conference room, a young man in a black Zhongshan suit was sitting on...

After seeing the young man, the old man gasped and covered his crotch and said to him: "You don't want to be happy, don't say anything. Even if he is the son of the Jade Emperor, this kid will die here today..."

When I heard the old man calling the young man Lebuping, Che Qianzi carefully measured the person...

This Lebuping looked like he was twenty-six or seven years old, with a medium figure. He couldn't tell what his appearance was. He belonged to the kind of person who was still in the crowd and could not be found...

After hearing Junior Brother Zhao's words, the young man nodded with a smile and said, "Junior Brother Zhao, if you have this ability, please do it yourself... But now it seems that the probability of you dying here is much higher..."

While Le Buping was talking, the door of the conference room opened and four men walked in from outside. Before the car could react, a petite woman jumped in through the window.

Although the few people were not in front, looking at this posture, they surrounded the front of the car...

"Do you guys want to fight in a group?" Although it was not good, the little Taoist priest refused to admit defeat. He stared at the happy breeze on the other side and continued, "If you have the ability, you will come one by one. If you really die, I will admit it... Before I die, I left a suicide note to Comrade Wu Rendi, saying that I was seeking death by myself and it has nothing to do with you - I am like this, don't you dare?"

Junior Brother Zhao beside him said, "It's now, who else is here to come one by one? Let's go together and use this kid's life to make a letter of fame..."

Although Junior Brother Zhao called out, no one wanted to come and help him.

Junior Brother Zhao had already said that when he saw no one coming, he thought these people were waiting for the first to take action. At that moment, he endured the severe pain in his crotch and rushed towards the front of the car.

Even if he was not injured, Junior Brother Zhao, who was mainly based on illusions, was not a match for Che Qianzi. What's more, his eyes were still foggy now, with a burst of burning pain in his crotch. It would be good to stand firm in front of the little Taoist priest...

Before Junior Brother Zhao rushed to the front, Che Qianzi rubbed his fingers and an arc burst out from his fingertips. He hit the man in a real and humble manner. With a scream, Junior Brother Zhao was hit by the arc and fell to the ground and trembled.

Che Qianzi was too lazy to see him, so he turned around and hooked his fingers at Le Buping, saying, "This is the first one, why don't you be the second one, come and try..."

Le Buping smiled slightly, looked at the people around him, and said to them: "My junior brothers, I have caught Wu Mian's son and used him as a hostage. I am not afraid that the people here will not hand over Kong Dalong. But the premise is that this little baby wants to live... Just live, it doesn't matter if he lacks arms or legs..."

At this time, among the four people coming in from outside, a young man of about the same age as Le Buping spoke. The man's eyes were a bit of a natural defect and somewhat squinted. He said, "Senior Brother Le... You have always asked us to do what we do. But we can't see what you do. Without adding this useless Zhao Jidi, we have lost four people. But even the ghost of Kong Dalong can't be found..."

"Senior Brother Le did nothing? What did you say about Blind Lu..." Before Le Buping could speak, the woman who jumped into the window stopped doing it. She said to her senior brother Le: "Who almost solved Kong Dalong last night? If Gui Bugui hadn't arrived suddenly, Kong Dalong would have died...

For the sake of you, those of you, he offended Gui Bugui. He even killed the old disciple, and even his car exploded. Is this called "Nothing done"? Lu Jianzi, did your conscience be eaten by the dog? And you guys, is it just for him? He has been hiding for hundreds of years, and even Master Xu Fu Dafang thought he was dead.

If you really don’t do anything, you will be finished hiding. Why don’t you let the ungrateful wolf take advantage of it? Why are you still standing there? Listen to Senior Brother Le, hold the little beast from Wu Mian’s family and talk about it..."

This woman had some identity and cursed at several men, but none of them dared to say anything. Che Qianzi saw that the men who were scolded did not say something, but instead turned her eyes at him. She seemed to be coming soon...

Seeing that the situation was not good, Che Qianzi immediately bent down and picked up the big sword that the old man had just dropped on the ground. Then he pulled up Junior Brother Zhao, who had been corroded...

The little Taoist priest placed the big sword on Junior Brother Zhao's neck and used him as a hostage to say to the people in front of him: "The hen is Chen? What the women in your place are the final words? This is also taught by Master Xu Fu Dafang. Come here together... The first one to die is this old man. If he dies, I will be worthy of my fortune. If one of you dies, one of you will die, even if I make one..."

At this time, the old man, Junior Brother Zhao, had already woken up. Although he looked at a sword under his neck, he still cursed at Che Qianzi: "If you have the ability, kill me first. If I don't die, you will die... Dear brothers, you can do it! It doesn't matter if I die or not..."

Before the old man finished speaking, the petite woman actually pulled out a huge flying sickle from behind. She shook the flying sickle away, slammed the chain in her hand, and threw the flying sickle towards the front of the car.

Although the flying sickle was huge, the woman seemed to have no weight when she played, and almost as fast as the arc in front of the car. Before the Taoist priest could react, the flying sickle had already arrived in front of him...

Che Qianzi felt a flash of blood in front of him, and saw the old man he was pulling was much lighter, and then he felt his feet wet. He looked down and half of the old man, Junior Brother Zhao, was slashed down by a flying sickle. The blood flowing down wet his feet...
Chapter completed!