The east of Guilin County is located in Niutoujiaowei, Lijiang River, Zhu'an Hall, and Zhuhua Gang Hall.

Unlike the past, there are three steps and five steps, and there are low-level gang members wearing bamboo flowers on their chests everywhere. No one dares to speak, they are all looking at the road, and their faces are not as arrogant as before. Looking around, they feel a sense of crisis that will be overturned at any time.

Whenever other people's family is in a major event, they are loose on the outside and tight on the inside, showing people calmness and calmness. The bamboo flower gang reveals a tense atmosphere inside and outside, which can be said to be tight on the outside and tight on the inside.

At this time, there were four inconspicuous things on the Eight Immortals table in the inner hall, a hemp rope, a bamboo stick, two steel needles, and a broken knife.

The only eight remaining incense masters of the Bamboo Flower Gang had a blue complexion and sat on the Eight Immortals table. Although it was summer, Guilin County, surrounded by mountains and rivers, still trembled a few times from time to time, like squatting on the street and whispering powder, they were actually scared.

The gang members guarding outside the main hall were all young people who had only been activated in the past two days. After all, almost all the "old people" died, and they had to mobilize people from other places to come and support the scene.

A knife hand who had a relationship in the main hall couldn't help but take a more curious look, and was glared hard by the uncle on the opposite side, and quickly retracted his head.

Soon after, the knife hand walked over, came to his uncle, lowered his voice and asked what was going on and what happened.

I have been working as a member of the Zhuhua Gang Headquarters for many years and I am considered an old man in the gang. I didn't want to talk, but I just couldn't resist my nephew and was worried that I wouldn't tell the truth. This arrogant little guy would die under his ignorance.

So, four bamboo tubes were tied to his chest, which was also the main staff of the Zhuhua Gang, and explained in a low voice.

"The four objects on the table were originally four entrusted masters in the gang, namely Jiuzhu, a martial arts genius who was blind, a master of ancient arts and colorful dramas in the world, that is, a colored opera master Mengmeng, a doctor born in the doctor, Li Zhen, and the Nanhai School abandoned disciple, three-eyed mad sword Xue Wanshi."

"Their people are gone, only weapons that have been famous for many years have been sent over. Do you understand what it means?"

When the young knife hand heard this, he didn't understand anything. He gently "hmmed" it, then turned his head and secretly glanced at the four things on the Eight Immortals table, and his doubts became even more.

"The first one sent was the Jiuzhu Bamboo Staff Sword, which was famous for listening to the wind to identify mosquitoes and flies. Jiuzhu, which has always used a fast sword to launch a storm-like attack. The number one master in our Bamboo Flower Gang on the surface actually didn't even have the chance to draw the sword out of the sheath. He even had the bamboo stick sword, and was split in half!"

"The hemp rope was sent immediately after that, which is the rope of the gods that most people in the martial arts world have heard of, but have no chance to witness with their own eyes. It is said that just for a meeting, the man forced the lottery opera artist Mengmeng to use the gods to escape. Unfortunately, he was also cut off by one knife and died on the spot!"

The young swordsman has also heard of the legend of the colored opera master Miss Mengmeng, which is very difficult to play Jiuzhu. Whether it is the light skills or the illusion tricks that rely on for fame, they are the most famous ones. They didn't expect to be so frustrated. Looking at his Park Dao and thinking about the sword skills he practiced in three days of fishing and two days of drying the net, he suddenly lost confidence.

"Li Zheng, a master of flying needle, has always been a major target of assassination and sneak attack. He once assassinated the eight-armed Arhat of the Haisha Gang. That man is also a master of hidden weapons and is good at receiving raids and fighting raids. Unfortunately, no matter how exquisite the technique is, he cannot catch the flying needle behind his back and dies under the poison of pulling the machine."

The uncle of the knife hand shook his head and sighed: "Reasonablely, it is difficult for people who are good at sneak attacks to be attacked. However, Li Zheng, a master of flying needles, was attacked and killed by someone at home when he was having a good time with his wife and concubine... It cannot be said that he was attacked, but he died of carelessness anyway!"

"In the end, it was Xue Shi, the man who happened to be the right mantra. He didn't care about anything. It was said that after three rounds, he was killed by the killer who came to the door, and he cut into two pieces with the knife. Unexpectedly, his martial arts skills were the highest!"

When the young swordsman heard this, he felt a little funny. Why is Jiuzhu, the number one master of this gang, looked down upon by his uncle?

"Jiuzhu relies too much on listening to the wind and defending her position! I guess he didn't expect that someone in the world would make a move silently, and there would be no murderous aura to be killed by someone in one move!"

At the same time, in the basement of Zhu'antang, the leader of the Zhuhua Gang who was addicted to the magical arts, was placed in front of him. The texture was as dark as ink and as deep as abyss. The surface was dotted. After watching the ground for a long time, he actually had the illusion of being sucked in, as if there was a whirlpool of the galaxy.

However, even if there are strange stones outside the sky, due to lack of understanding, the leader of the Zhuhua Gang has never been able to understand the secrets and has not been able to obtain the final breakthrough for a long time.

At this moment, the empty figure of the Zui Taoist walked past the secret room and laughed silently and said, "The Demon Bone? No, no, it should be the Demon Relic! This thing is condensed by the power of thought, and Monk Cizhou should understand the best! I will not participate."

The next breath, the monk in white walked by quietly and noticed that the leader of the Zhuhua Gang had a dispersed mind power. He should have visualized the magical appearance of gods and magic. When he looked closely, he was the residual soul of the demon god in the depths of the darkness of Jiuyou. He transformed into the horse-headed demon god, and gave him a Vajra Talisman and a substitute puppet. He gently tapped his index finger on his right hand and tapped it on his forehead and eyebrows, temporarily opening the ancestral orifice.

The next moment, the leader of the Zhuhua Gang woke up, and his true energy was spread throughout his body, and his Qi was cultivated into a stimulus. All the pores opened and a faint black energy was emitted. The whole person was like the best obsidian, very much like the strange stone outside the sky in front of him.

The narrow basement was filled with dark and ink-like energy, and strands of energy fell down heavily and turned into sticky asphalt.

Therefore, when the tangible energy penetrated the mouth and nose of the leader of the Zhuhua Gang, and even filled the entire basement, the wellhead was still small and could no longer trap the dragon.

"Break it for me..."

Before he finished speaking, the entire basement was rushing to the head by the rapidly expanding tangible qi. The black qi was like a volcano erupting, rubbing violently against the atmosphere, igniting the pillar of light that was thickly thick as an ancient tree in the thousand-year-old.

However, the flames of this fire pillar were light green on the outside, dark yellow on the inside, and the heart of the flames was red. It was suddenly filled with energy and spirit, which ignited the extremely rare three true fire.

This is a realm of being above the martial arts master. It is extraordinary and enters the saint, infinitely close to the martial saint, or one step into the threshold, it can be said to be a half-step martial saint.

The leader of the Bamboo Flower Gang who broke through the pass set off a huge and boundless sound, and the spirit and smoke rose from his head and rushed straight into the sky. It was obviously a sign of opening up the flow of heaven and earth, and even interfering with the celestial phenomena in local areas with personal emotions.

As a result, all the remaining forces in the Zhuhua Gang Hall were alarmed. When the Eight Great Incense Lords led the core gang members to the scene and witnessed the gang leader who was like a god and demon coming to the world, they all knelt down without hesitation.

"Only by enlightenment can we know that heaven is beyond heaven, and I will come to the world for sentient beings!"

When saying this, the leader of the Zhuhua Gang's eyes were deep and unconscious, as if the gods looked down at the world. However, the inhuman temperament of inhumanity soon faded away, returned to his previous human form, and had a strong human taste.

"Ten thousand years are too long, I have to seize the day!"

The leader of the Zhuhua Gang lowered his head and looked at the crowds of gangs who were kneeling down in front of him. He said without anger: "The Haisha Gang took advantage of the situation and did not follow the rules of the world. It was simply too much to deceive others. Please go there in person!"

Before they finished speaking, everyone saw the gang leader flying out of Zhu'an Hall with his hands behind his back. He immediately knew that the time for a counterattack was coming, and he followed him desperately. His previous panic had long disappeared.

Unfortunately, the Zhuhua Gang General Hall had just had an unusual move, and the "Killing Ai" that occupied most of the Zhuhua Gang's territory, but the "Killing Hall" led by the command had long been in full force and killed the base of the Giant Whale Gang.

After picking up such a good opportunity to turn the gun, the mastermind behind it is of course Zui Taoist, the master of "Killing and Burying Love".

Faced with a dilemma, the leader of the Zhuhua Gang decided to take the overall situation into consideration and abandon the woman in black who had no foundation, "Sharing Hall" and do her best to deal with the huge Haisha Gang.

Even the many branches of the Haisha Gang were not in the eyes of the Zhuhua Gang leader. He led the remaining gang members with uneven strength to attack Wangyuan Tower where the Haisha Gang main hall was.

The leader of the Zhuhua Gang who was wasting his life was really shocking. The first person to react was the leader of the young Haisha Gang, the Thirteenth Taibao Bailang Bai Taibao.

He roared angrily, as if a hungry tiger roared in the mountains and forests. The wild dogs and dogs in the fireworks and willow all whimpered repeatedly, clamped their tails, their ears drooped, and the timid ones were simply intimidated by the tiger.

"Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound? No, no, it should be a tiger roaring iron cloth shirt! The black and golden qi is attached to the robe and clothes. This is the Wujiang battle robe of the King of Western Chu! Five fingers are like claws, shining brightly, not bad, and they have also been trained to the true form of a white tiger!"

The leader of the Zhuhua Gang was still cherishing his talents, and he said casually: "Everyone in the market is spreading, the masters of the Haisha Gang are like clouds and the strategists are like rain. Only what I see is only you, Bai Taibao, is quite considerable, and the rest is not worth mentioning! Are you willing to serve me?"

Bai Taibao grinned, tightened his five fingers slightly, and made a creaking sound of a hemp rope twisting water, which showed that the true nature of his muscles was above the real tiger.

"After today, the sea sand will not exist, the giant whale will sink, but my bamboo flowers will spread all over the world! I was intended to entrust my wealth, but it was a pity!"

Before he finished speaking, the leader of the Zhuhua Gang pointed his right toe and flew forward in a grand manner.

The light point of the toes was as if they were hit by a whirlwind cannon, and the ground suddenly sank downwards, spider web-like cracks appeared about a radius of meter. Dozens of bamboo flower gangs were blown into rolling gourds.

Although everyone was kowtowed to the ground and bleeding, all the members of the Zhuhua Gang knew that this battle would undoubtedly win.

At the same time, Yin Potian, the leader of the Zhuhua Gang, carried his right hand with his back, and his five fingers on his left hand were like a knife, and his body was as fast as lightning. He slashed an ordinary hand knife towards the Haisha Gang's double flower red stick Bai Taibao.

With a click, two black and golden arms with twisted muscles joined hands to hold the knife. The invisible knife force passed through the body and landed on the ground, slashing out a knife mark that was three feet deep and about a meter long.

Bai Taibao's feet were immersed in the ground, the broken stone slabs were shaking like pink, their legs trembled slightly, and their knees made crackling and crisp sounds.

"Mad! I can't hold on!"
Chapter completed!