Heavenly Master, I have a different world

escape!

Run away!

Qing Gu and Huang Su looked panicked and looked back from time to time. They heard the sound of fighting getting closer and closer, and their expressions couldn't help but become more nervous.

Huang Su was even more angry.

If Qinggu didn't lead people to the temple, he shouldn't have been in trouble.

As a result, in order to escape for his own life, Qinggu did not hesitate to divert trouble to the east, exposing the White Lotus Sect's branch, and it was damning to divert firepower for him.

"Both of you."

After crossing an alley, before I could even take a breath, a figure blocked the way:

"Where are you going?"

The person who came was wearing a long robe and a sword hanging from his waist. He was not a tall man, but he had an air of high-spiritedness that made people feel moved.

It was Fang Zheng who had been paying attention to the situation on the field.

"Taoist Priest Qinggu."

He looked at Qinggu and stepped closer:

"The Taoist Master didn't say that he lived in Narcissus Embankment forever, but Fang has been looking there for a long time, but he has never been able to meet again."

"Fortunately!"

"I finally get to meet the Taoist priest today."

Ever since he knew that he had been cursed by someone else, Fang Zheng thought of the fortune teller he met one day.

No matter what,

The other party knew that the curse had been exposed and never showed up at Narcissus Embankment. He could only find out the name of Taoist Qinggu.

"Is it you?" Qing Gu stared at Fang Zheng and gritted his teeth:

"Fang, it's true that if you don't take the road provided by heaven, you will have no choice but to throw yourself into hell. It's just right..."

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Pumbaa!"

Four gunshots were fired in a row, interrupting Qinggu's speech.

His body trembled, and he slowly lowered his head. He looked at the blood slowly seeping out of his body with a look of disbelief on his face, and stretched out his hands to grab something.

pity,

He couldn't catch anything.

The whole person fell to the ground, and his consciousness was submerged in endless darkness.

The effective range of the pistol is fifty meters, and the body of a three-blooded warrior within ten meters cannot stop it, not to mention that one of the shots hit the center.

There is absolutely no chance of survival.

"You really think I'm willing to talk nonsense to you?" Fang Zheng said with disdain.

"It's just easier to aim closer."

As he spoke, he moved his pistol and pointed it at Huang Su, who was stiff in the clouds. A trace of teasing flashed in his eyes and he made a soft sound in his mouth.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Huang Su's body trembled and his heart felt cold. He didn't realize something was wrong until he came back to his senses.

"Don't be nervous." Fang Zheng shrugged:

"The gun is out of bullets."

"..." Although he didn't understand what it meant to have no bullets, Huang Su knew that he had been tricked, and immediately rushed over with a roar:

"Go to hell!"

He ran extremely fast, and his short-distance bursts were even more astonishing. He ducked forward and kicked Fang Zheng's head like a whip with one leg.

High kicks can easily be exploited when facing enemies, but Huang Su is so good at kicking that he can change his kicking style in mid-air.

Its legs are like whips, its feet are like axes, and its strength can break wood.

Fangzheng's eyes narrowed, and before he had time to draw his knife, he put the gun back to his waist, raised one leg, and his trouser legs crackled in the wind.

Twelve tan legs!

The magpie is kicking on the plum blossoms!

This move was understated and the strength was restrained, which actually forced Huang Susheng to retreat.

"Good kicks!"

Huang Su growled and pounced again.

He didn't dare to give Fang Zheng a chance to breathe, lest he use the 'hidden weapon' again, and he was also afraid that it would be equally detrimental to him when his opponent drew his weapon.

This means using all the skills you have learned to perform with all your strength, your legs are like wheels, your attack is so fast that you can even stir up the dust on the ground and make a whirring sound.

"snort!"

Fangzheng groaned, his body moved forward instead of retreating, his twelve tan legs rolled up in a violent storm.

Mandarin ducks kicking in a series, smashing the wheels, swinging lotus leaves legs in the wind...

The legs of the two men were entangled and collided in the air, making a "squeaking" sound. They both faced the enemy with fierce strength. For a moment, it was difficult to distinguish the superior from the inferior.

"Are you actually proficient in kicking?"

Huang Su turned back and landed firmly on the ground, with a surprised look on his face:

"Fang, you hide it so well!"

"It's just a kick, it doesn't count." Fang Zheng raised one leg to the sky and slowly put it away, with an indifferent expression on his face:

"On the other hand, Your Excellency, although my kicking skills are good, it's a pity that they are still a bit inferior to that of the Sky-Flying Kites."

"Do you know Xu Cong?" Huang Su was stunned, and then his eyes shrank:

"Did you kill him?"

"Do you know each other?" Fang Zheng smiled lightly when he heard this:

"Just in time, you might as well go down and accompany him."

"What a shameless statement." Huang Su snorted coldly:

"You are just a first-blood warrior..."

"Uh-huh!"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zheng from the opposite side had already dodged and rushed towards him. He kicked out his legs in a chain link with his feet, and he was so fast that he was almost invisible.

Shadowless legs!

"Snapped!"

"Pop!"

Huang Su responded hurriedly and collided with his four legs. This time the decision was made.

"Click!"

The sound of leg bones breaking was heard.

"ah!"

Huang Su screamed and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground holding his right leg with both hands. His face was covered with cold sweat, and he looked at Fang Zheng who was approaching with a look of horror.

"Second blood..."

"Copper skin, iron bones, you have actually cultivated the second level of qi and blood!"

"Not bad." Fang Zheng stretched his muscles and nodded:

"Thanks to you all, Fang has never practiced martial arts as hard as he did during this period, so he was able to make a breakthrough a few days ago."

It was precisely after breaking through to the second-blood warrior that he felt that he had a certain ability to protect himself, so he came out of the Three Pure Views to set up this situation, and it really worked.

"explain!"

He took a step forward, clasped the back of Huang Su's neck with one hand, used his palm to restrain the opponent's resistance, and asked:

"Where is Hu Yanting, the seventh leader of the Green Wolf Gang?"

"Seventh gear?" Huang Su's facial muscles twitched:

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm asking you, not asking you to ask back." Fang's face turned cold, and he suddenly hit Huang Su's left arm with a powerful palm.

"Crack!"

With his second energy, he was as strong as a strong bull and could break his arm bones with one palm.

"ah!"

Huang Su screamed, his body shaking wildly.

"explain!"

Fang Zheng spoke again:

"Where is Huyanting?"

"Fuck you!"

"Crack!"

His right arm was shattered by a palm again. Huang Su's body arched like a prawn, his eyes almost blinded by the severe pain, and he gasped desperately.

"Did not say?"

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes:

"You have the guts. It just so happened that Fang had figured out some methods of interrogating people, but he has been unable to verify them. I would like to trouble you to be a guinea pig."

As he spoke, he twisted his hands and gently pinched one of Huang Su's fingers.

"Crack!"

"ah!"

The screams rang out in the dark night. Every household in the surrounding area was so shocked that they closed their doors and windows, not daring to make the slightest movement. Even the guard dogs were silenced.

After a while.

"I said...I said..."

Huang Su struggled to speak:

"Give me a pleasure!"

"Where is Huyanting?" Fang Zheng asked again.

This person should be the murderer of his uncle. He was not killed in the imperial encirclement and suppression campaign last year, and his whereabouts are still unknown.

Huang Su is also a member of the Qinglang Gang and should know the whereabouts of Hu Yanting.

This is the reason why he stayed alive. As for the bullets...

There are usually more than a dozen bullets in the pistol.

Although there is not much left.

But not exhausted yet.

"He fled to Changtu Mansion with the big boss."

"The boss?" Fang Zheng was stunned:

"Isn't your head Qinglang already beheaded?"

"Bah!" Huang Su opened his mouth and spit out blood:

"The master is invincible, he is a master of martial arts and martial arts, and he is also the White Lotus Divine Envoy. How can he die so easily? They just say this deliberately to claim credit and reward."

"Sooner or later..."

"The boss will come back again, and you will all die by then!"

"Peng!"

Fang Zheng dropped a punch with a sullen face, hitting the opponent's temple, completely extinguishing the vitality in Huang Su's body.

After pondering for a moment, he turned over the two of them.

Touch the corpse,

This skill is a must-have for time travellers.

"Huh?"

"There are really good things."

There was something about Qing Gu that made Fang Zheng, who didn't have much hope at all, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.