His sword drawing action was very slight. On the surface, the sword drawing hand was almost unmoved. He could kill a person in three months, or draw a sword in three hours.

"Hero Bu once joined forces with more than a dozen martial arts masters in the world to establish a 'Justice Gang'. The 'Justice Gang' aims to suppress 'conspirators', 'evil people', 'evil demons from the sky', save the people, quell natural disasters and man-made disasters, and uphold justice. He was worried that those 'Justice Gang' who had extraordinary martial arts skills would cause trouble if they fell into the devil's way, so he secretly studied and wrote a book that recorded how to kill these 'Justice masters in the world."

Meng Xinghun was attracted by the man's words and listened carefully.

"As a result, this book was stolen by an evil villain. The man did not understand the profound martial arts at all. According to the book of Bu Daxia, he used the method developed by Bu Daxia to plot against the world's top masters, and even after fighting with Bu Daxia, he turned his enemy into a friend, the "God of the World" was severely injured. His life was in danger and he almost died!"

Meng Xinghun was shocked. The wisdom and tricks of this hero Bu were really incredible. He thought he could wait patiently for a few months, observe secretly and make careful plans, and finally assassinating a famous master was extraordinary. But Bruce could only write his strategy to plot to kill the world's top master and a figure like a true immortal on the land.

Compared with Bruce, what is Meng Xinghun a master?

He is not as smart as his mind and courage, and his courage and kindness are hard to match. Such a person with a lower martial arts than himself has actually accomplished such a shocking achievement.

Meng Xinghun wanted to catch the meteor and was ashamed of himself. However, the man named Bruce had become a star, and the light spreads over the earth and lures the world!

The young man smiled meaningfully, and seeing Meng Xinghun's heart shake, he continued to speak: "Don't you think you are a bit similar to that hero Bu?"

Meng Xinghun shook his head and said, "How dare I compare with that hero Bu!"

"I hate killing people, I am determined and resolute, I am cold, I am good at planning, I will hit the same attack..."

"I prostitute, I bet, I numb myself with wine, I also kill people!"

"That's a coincidence. The hero Bu is also a man in the flowers and lingers in the casino. He bets much bigger than you. He also drunk alcohol because of his confusion and loneliness, and even worse. He took mental anesthetics such as "Xiaoyao San" to numb himself, because he used his body to fight against those people with extremely strong martial arts skills. I don't know how many hidden injuries he suffered, and he couldn't stand up without treating medicine as food. Before he made the "Not Killing" he also killed people, and he even killed a lot."

Meng Xinghun's face sank and said, "Your story has been told, and I have heard enough. You can leave now, right?"

The man shook his head and said, "The story I told has a lot to do with your life experience. Don't you understand it after you finish listening?"

"What do you understand?"

"Although Hero Bu has passed away for many years and his reputation has also disappeared with the wind, the wealth he left behind has been entrusted to a loyal servant, and asked the loyal servant to find the descendants who are wandering in the world for him."

Meng Xinghun smiled and said, "You can't be that loyal servant, and I can't be the orphan of Hero Bu, right?"

The man nodded with a smile.

"Although I am an orphan, I also know what my dead father's surname is. My surname is Chen, not Bu."

"Your surname is Meng, not Chen, it doesn't matter. Hero Bu's father is also Wei."

Meng Xinghun's heart moved, and his murderous intent became even more serious. His pseudonym was Chen Zhiming for a long time, and he almost forgot his real name. There were no more than five people with his surname Meng, but now there was one more.

But his expression did not change, and he continued to smile: "You look younger than me. Are you still wearing open-crotch pants when serving Hero Bu?"

"It doesn't matter. You can call me 'Afu', I'm an old butler."

"You said your name was 'Luo Feng'."

"It was just now, and now my name is 'Afu'."

Meng Xinghun smiled even more. He pointed to his nose and said, "So, I will inherit the huge family property of the Hero Bu, and have a loyal servant butler, who will become a rich young master?"

The man bowed to Meng Xinghun seriously: "Afu pays homage to Mr. Meng, and asks Mr. Meng to go back to the manor with Afu to inherit Mr. Bu's mantle."

A sword light flashed.

Meng Xinghun had been preparing for a long time and finally took action. This sword broke through the sky like a meteor, a comet hit the moon, and a long rainbow penetrated the sun.

No one can describe the speed of this sword. When he assassinated the Golden Gun Li, his eyes were still staring at him when he was buried, and his eyes were full of suspicion and disbelief. He didn't believe that he would die, and he didn't believe that someone could kill him.

This sword was twice as fast as the sword that stabbed at the Golden Spear Li, and it was an unprecedented sword that Meng Xinghun stimulated all the potential!

The brilliance of the sword light lasted for a short time. In an instant, it was like a sword from a dragon going out to sea. The sword body trembled suddenly, like a snake that was held seven inches away.

The snake's seven-inch was clamped by two fingers, and the spitting out of the snake almost licked the man's eyelids, but that's it, and he can no longer make any progress.

Meng Xinghun seemed to have not seen the captured sword. He said to the young man coldly with a gloomy face: "Why should I believe you?"

The young man bounced his fingers, and the sword edge of the sword that was worthless was broken into pieces and fell to the ground.

He stretched out a finger.

Middle finger.

He shook at Meng Xinghun.

"Just this."

Meng Xinghun looked at the finger and was speechless. This was a finger that could withstand his fist. Two of them could hold him up with all his strength. If three were extended, it would be no difficulty to take his life away.
Chapter completed!