Beiyuan Nanfeng, who jumped off the cable car, looked around in confusion.

Still haven't figured out the situation.

Natsume Mio and the other two will not mention it for now.

Who are the God-Choose and the man holding the gun not far away?

So he subconsciously asked.

But no one answered him.

He could only turn back to Mio Natsume and ask her what was going on.

Natsume Mio looked at the uncle who was a member of the social animal, and seemed to be a little confused about the situation, so she shook her head.

Instead, Kaori Iwai looked at him.

"Do you know?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng noticed her gaze, and asked with a try-and-see attitude.

Kaori Iwai looked at him, took a deep breath, and suddenly walked quickly to him, lowered his head, slowly stretched out his hand, and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

North Yuan South Wind: "?"

Kaori Iwai looked down at the ground and clenched his clothes: "Save him, I know you are very powerful... I also know you have a grudge against him, but please save him, please."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled and said, "With the weapon opposite, I must at least figure out the situation so as not to be injured by accident, I..."

"Please."

Kaori Iwai sniffed, with a little crying voice, slightly raised the volume, and roughly interrupted Kitahara Nanfeng: "Whether it is money or other requirements, I will find a way to give it to you. Please save him now!"

She seemed to have misunderstood something.

Extremely low posture.

At the same time, it was a little hysterical.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was silent for a moment and said helplessly: "It's not that I don't want to save me. Listen to me and finish my words. I'm asking who they are... Ah, forget it, let go."

He turned around again.

Looking in the direction where the uncle of the social animal was, he left a sentence.

Kaori Iwai raised his head and looked at the back of his head, as if he knew he had agreed to him, so he let go of his hand.

"... In addition, I suggest you close your eyes and not call the police suddenly if you think of me as a murderer in the future."

Thinking about it.

Beiyuan Nanfeng reminded him again.

Kaori Iwai was stunned, and in the gap.

Beiyuan Nanfeng had already opened the "utensil" and dragged out his sword-fitting girl.

I saw a scene that looked like a miracle again.

Kaori Iwai looked at the back of Kitahara Nanfeng's head and pursed his lips.

On the other side.

The appearance of the south wind in Beiyuan also attracted the tattooed man who pressed his gun on the forehead of the uncle from the social animal.

He looked back and didn't care, but after seeing Beiyuan Nanfeng suddenly dragging a knife out of the void.

His face changed slightly, and he turned his gun again and pointed it at Beiyuan Nanfeng.

And he used the words he had just convinced the examiner.

"...Your Excellency is also a so-called wild dog? I know you have some weird abilities. I respect you very much, but I also know some of the shortcomings of your ability. Have you seen those two tec9s? Although they are small, their firing rate can reach 600 rounds per minute. Even if you can fly, I can leave more than a dozen bullet holes on you before you take off.

But I don't want to be enemies with you... I just want to get my own things back from the man in front of you, so, can you leave it alone?"

The same kind of soft and hard work.

Accompanied by the tattoo man's words.

The two younger brothers holding small submachine guns immediately turned the muzzle of the submachine gun, aimed at Beiyuan Nanfeng, and began to put pressure.

To be honest.

This trick works quite well.

It is true that Tianxuan can use spiritual blocking bullets, but in the face of hot weapons with fast firing speed, reaction time is a big problem, especially for low-level Tianxuan. Including the time of implying action, it may be that there are more than a dozen holes on the body as soon as the spirit in the body is mobilized... This is also the reason why the tattoo man dares to chase the uncle from the social animal.

It is really useful to cause an explosion by raising his hand.

But it takes time.

If you want to change someone, facing the tattoo man's use of both soft and hard skills, you might take a step back.

For example, the censor next to him.

Kaori Iwai looked at the back of Kitahara Nanfeng's head motionless, clenched his fists and said nothing.

"It's pretty good at talking."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled when facing the tattoo man's use of both soft and hard skills: "Let me ask first, who are you?"

"Suchiyo family."

The tattoo man seemed to notice something, raised his hand and aimed at Nanfeng Beiyuan's head: "I advise you not to do stupid things."

"What is the Sukiyoshi family?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the three girls behind him with some confusion.

Natsume Mio and Miyata Yui looked confused.

Only Kaori Iwai looked at Kitanhara Nanfeng with a hint of begging in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "Ji Dao."

After saying that.

She and Naofeng Nihara looked at each other, trying to see his thoughts from his eyes.

"oh."

But after Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded, he turned around and looked at the tattoo man again: "That's fine."

“…”

Kaori Iwai was stunned.

Then before she could recover.

The strong wind suddenly rose.

Blow up the hem of her clothes and her sideburns.

The tattooed man suddenly widened his eyes.

The figure of Nanfeng in Beiyuan disappeared.

Next second.

Suddenly appeared in front of one of the younger brothers holding the Tec-9 submachine gun and raised the knife in his hand.

A cold light flashed.

Blood ejected.

Accompanied by howlings that resounded throughout the Dahong Valley.

The two were cut off by the wrists, and the hands holding the small submachine gun fell to the ground with a clang.

"It's like you don't need to pull the trigger."

Beiyuan Nanfeng shook the blood on his arms and the knife with some disgust and shook his head.

"……asshole."

Another little brother reacted, yelled to hide his fear, raised the small submachine gun in his hand, and pointed it at Beiyuan Nanfeng.

Puff.

A figure flashed.

Beiyuan Nanfeng appeared beside him again.

Keep slashing with the knife.

The younger brother who picked up the gun tried his best to bend his index finger on the trigger.

But I found that my fingers seemed to be out of my control.

He looked at his arm in shock.

...A thin blood thread emerged on his wrist.

It sounded like the muscles were separated.

Next second.
To be continued...