Seven or eighty-nine, kill, kill, kill, kill
Cao Yanyue got up, washed up briefly, and went to Huwei Hall to handle the help.
He is now the leader of the Huwei Hall of the Yangtze Clan. From the outside, he is considered to be of high authority and quite famous in the world.
But Cao Yanyue knew that such a life was definitely not what he wanted.
"The gang is afraid that they will go to war with the Dongting Gang again. What's the benefit of this fight in the rivers and lakes? Fighting comes and goes, but they only break a few taels of silver. Those men who hate fighting often sell their lives, but they can't get it. What kind of money? But the big guys in the gang are the ones who enjoy it in the end."
Although Cao Yanyue can be regarded as a "big man in the gang", he really doesn't like the life of fighting and killing.
He took care of some help, and at noon, his subordinates arranged a banquet.
As the head of Huweitang, Cao Yanyue has a quota for three meals a day from the Yangtze Gang. He can eat one chicken and duck each, three fish, one catty each of beef and mutton, ten catties of pork, some fresh vegetables and fruits, and refined grains. Five pounds.
Even though Cao Yanyue was a martial artist, he couldn't eat so much food, so he wasted a lot every day.
He thought it was too extravagant at first, but after enjoying it for several years, he didn't think so anymore.
Had a little lunch.
Cao Yanyue will go back to practice martial arts and Qi. This is the last thought in his life, even though he has long been completely disappointed with his path of cultivation.
He is now twenty-seven or eighty-years-old, and he is only just about to break through the four realms of Xiantian and Xiantian. He can only pass the first pass and has no hope of reaching the next level.
Cao Yanyue knew that he had passed the best age for practicing Taoism. No matter how hard he worked in the future, he could only be a martial artist in the world and dominate the world for the rest of his life.
He didn't do anything in the afternoon, so he went back to the small courtyard where he lived alone, practiced the flying flower and broken leaf boxing taught by his master seven or eight times, and meditated for a while again. Seeing the sun setting in the west, he couldn't help but feel sad.
This is not his one day, but his days in the past few years, and even more so in the decades to come.
As soon as he thought of these, Cao Yanyue felt extremely tired all over his body, with no relief.
He was in the yard, quietly in a daze, when suddenly there was a cool breeze blowing on his face, a mouthful of light like snow, dazzling.
"Is there an assassin?"
Cao Yanyue clapped his hand casually, and three cold stars flew up. These were the three iron rings he used to protect himself. They were usually placed on his fingers. In case of crisis, he would snap his fingers and fly the rings, and the response would be like this.
This unique skill has won him many names.
There were once seven powerful thieves who set up an ambush and invited a famous martial arts figure who was acquainted with Cao Yan to invite him to a banquet and prepare to attack at the banquet.
Cao Yanyue killed three people on the spot with a snap of his fingers. He took advantage of the situation to grab a steel knife and killed four criminal thieves and the famous martial arts star in an instant. From then on, he became famous in the world and even won the Yangtze River Gang. Invitation from the first-class gang in the world.
And he was promised the position of Huwei Hall Master.
At that time, Cao Yanyue was tired of wandering around the world. In the past few years, he had traveled all over the world, including mountains and mountains. He had no opportunities, no progress, and no bright future.
He immediately agreed and stayed with the Yangtze Gang until now.
With this flick of his hand, Cao Yanyue stepped back to get the handy weapon he had placed in the room.
Although Cao Yanyue was good at both civil and military skills, he did not like to use the long sword that scholar warriors usually used. He used a big stick, a real heavy weapon.
The person who made the sneak attack was a thin-breasted man who managed to avoid three iron rings, but the veil on his face was cut open by an iron ring, revealing a delicate dimple.
The female assassin was slightly surprised and shouted: "Master Huwei is really extraordinary?"
She twisted her slender waist and stabbed straight with the sword in her hand, giving Cao Yanyue little chance to slow down.
Fortunately, he still managed to get a chance to survive with Cao Yanyue by snapping his fingers. He used his Qinggong skills and took seven or eight steps back into the room. He reached out and grabbed his bright silver stick.
The backhand is swept out with one stick.
With the weapon in hand, the situation of Cao Yanyue and the female assassin suddenly reversed. He launched several moves in a row, relying on the bright silver stick as a heavy weapon. The opponent, a woman, did not dare to strike hard with a long sword.
Instead, he forced the female assassin out of the house.
Cao Yanyue took a deep breath, activated the bright silver stick, and struck down the assassin with great pain. In just seven or eight moves, he hit the tree with golden threads and knocked away the female assassin's long sword. The other party's brains exploded.
After killing the assassin, Cao Yanyue suddenly felt a little disappointed, as if he had done something wrong. But he couldn't understand what he was saying. What could be wrong with killing an assassin?
Just as Cao Yanyue was about to call the members of the Yangtze Gang, a small mirror fell from the sky. He used seven or eight movements in succession, but he was unable to avoid it and was hit on his head and face.
"Wang Chong! Your... murderous karma is too great."
Cao Yanyue was panic-stricken and shouted: "Who is Wang Chong?"
As soon as he said these words, countless memories came flooding back, and then he jumped out of the whole world involuntarily.
The little thief demon suddenly opened his eyes and saw four extremely beautiful women looking at him angrily.
Qi Bingyun looked resentful and said in a low voice: "I thought that even if we were reincarnated in another life, our love would still be sustainable, but I didn't expect that I would die in Ji Lang's hands.
Wang Chong reached out and touched his forehead. Of course he knew what he had done.
In the realm of Butian Xuawa, he occasionally interacted with the four women, including Qi Bingyun, Yun Suchang, Han Yan, and Zhu Hongxiu. However, he did not turn the fight into friendship with the four women and have a black hair entanglement. Instead, he was competing in martial arts. At that time, everyone was killed with a heavy hand.
Han Wugou's vague voice also sounded in Wang Chong's ears, and he smiled extremely heartily. If Wang Chong couldn't see this great demon king, he would really doubt that she was laughing so much that she ignored the majesty of the demon king.
"What a great old devil Wang! As expected, it's a pleasure to kill someone after passing the love test."
"You have passed through life tribulations with me, but you have had four more love tribulations in this world. It's not me who harmed you, it's your own cruelty."
Qi Bingyun covered her face and left. Yun Sushang sneered and turned away. Han Yan was so angry that she pointed at Wang Chong and cursed: "What a little thief! You killed me too..."
Zhu Hongxiu was also furious. She grabbed Han Yan's jade hand and said, "Let him be alone! Let's ignore him no longer."
Wang Chong watched the four girls disperse and let out a long sigh. How to persuade the four girls to come back and relieve their anger would not be as easy as going to the Bu Tianxuan Wa Realm. .
He bowed and said, "Thank you, Demon Lord Han, for helping me survive this calamity."
Han Wugou smiled happily and said, "This time I can take out my anger. Do you know? Liang Shuyu said, Zuo was just killed by him once. Do you think I don't know what this guy's temperament is?"
"For this reason, I refuse to come to Butianxuanwa realm for a visit."
Wang Chong sighed again...
This sigh was really deep and long.