As expected, Ye Binglong secretly instructed Yan Zong to come and provoke him.

I originally thought that Yan Zong could easily abolish Tang Long.

Even if it is not good, Tang Long has to be seriously injured, right?

But who would have thought that after a few encounters, Yan Zong was seriously injured by Tang Long using his phoenix eye fist to break the golden bell cover.

What Ye Binglong most unexpected was that even the Vajra Iron Claw Shaman, one of the five disciples of the Demon Buddha, was penetrated by Tang Long's palm with his powerful Vajra finger.

Looking at all this in front of him, Ye Binglong said with a gloomy face: "Tang Long, as a human being, you must know how to stop at the right time. No matter what, everyone is from the Six Gates."

"Hmph, it's so ridiculous."

Tang Long snorted and said with a murderous look on his face: "When Yan Zong provoked me, when Yan Zong threatened to depose me, when Yan Zong forced me to kneel down to your brother, did he consider that I was from the Six Gate? Since that's the case, why should I worry about these things?"

Even if there is no system-triggered task, Tang Long will still interrupt Yan Zong's hands.

The reason is very simple, because Yan Zongzhen cracked Tan Xiong's tendons.

With this alone, Yan Zong should be punished as he deserves.

Click!

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Long twisted hard and directly shattered Yan Zong's left hand tendon with his internal force.

"Ah, Master...Senior Brother, save...Save me!" Yan Zong's face turned red and he endured the severe pain and asked for help.

This time when I came to Yanjing, the Iron Clawed Vajra Shaman came with a mission.

And Yan Zong must not be in trouble.

No matter what, Yan Zong is a person from the Six Gates, so there is definitely something useful to him.

Otherwise, the Demon Buddha Ma Xun would not have accepted Yan Zong as his disciple.

Thinking of this, the shaman stepped forward and said, "Boy, let him go, I can spare you."

"Hmph, don't you die?"

Tang Long snorted and said with contempt: "Bald, are you a little overestimating yourself? It's only a matter of time to kill you. Do you really think you can beat me?"

"you……!"

The shaman was angry for a moment and blushed and said, "Boy, don't bully people too much. No matter what, Yan Zong is a disciple of the demon Buddha Marun. He has to look at the Buddha's face even if he can't stand the monk's face."

"Sorry, I'm face-blind!" As he said that, Tang Long stretched out his hand and crushed Yan Zong's right hand tendons.

Crack!

Another series of cracks came out, and Yan Zong's right wrist broke directly, drooping and shaking back and forth.

"Ah, Tang Long, you...you must die a good death!" Yan Zong screamed in a shrill voice.

Tang Long narrowed his eyes and said with a cold face: "You still dare to scold me?! It seems that you are good at speaking."

As long as you are not a fool, you can hear what Tang Long meant.

In fact, Tang Long’s meaning is very obvious, which is to rid Yan Zong of his mouth.

Ye Binglong's face changed and he said with a pale face: "Tang Long, are you really going to tear your face?"

"Haha, have we all broken up long ago?" Tang Long grinned, pressed Yan Zong directly to the wall and punched him.

With a "bang" sound, blood splattered everywhere, and it was sprayed everywhere.

Yan Zong's mouth was torn and his teeth were shattered.

"Ah, Tang... Tang Long, you... wait for me!" Yan Zong shouted heart-wrenchingly with his muscles twitching.

Bang!

He punched again, and blood splattered open again, while Yan Zong leaned back and fainted on the spot.

"Hmph, how dare you threaten me?"

Seeing that Yan Zong was knocked unconscious, Tang Long threw him at the feet of the shaman and Ye Binglong like a dead dog.

hiss.

At this time, Qin Tianfang, Tan Xiong and Feng Ji took a breath of air conditioning.

It was not until this time that Qin Tianfang and the other two realized what true cruelty was.

Suddenly, Qin Tianfang discovered that compared to Tang Long, he was a good student, a moral model, and a cute little white rabbit.

"Tang Long, you...you are so crazy!" Looking at Yan Zong lying like a dead dog under his feet, a strong murderous intent flashed through Ye Binglong's eyes.

Similarly, the shaman gritted his teeth and helped Yan Zong up.

Crazy.

At this moment, Tang Long picked up a bottle of Maotai and began to rinse his hands. While rinsing, he said, "Actually, I hate the smell of blood."

Dislike the smell of blood?

Xia Bingyao and others following Tang Long were speechless. It seemed that when you hit Yan Zong with your fist, you seemed to enjoy the feeling of abusing dogs.

Even Ye Binglong was almost pissed off by Tang Long.

"Okay, very good!"

Ye Binglong gave Tang Long a thumbs up and said with a smile: "Tang Long, you are crazy enough, let's take a look!"

"Mr. Ye, can we just let it go?" The shaman held the seriously injured Yan Zong and said with a look of reluctance.

After all, he is also a disciple of the Demon Buddha Marun. How could the shaman suffer such humiliation?!

To be honest, the shaman was very unwilling to give up. He really wanted to use his Vajra claws to tear open Tang Long's brain.

Unfortunately, the shaman knew that he might not be able to do anything to Tang Long by himself.

Maybe even his shaman has to be here.

But if Ye Binglong is willing to take action, the ending will be very different.

Unfortunately, Ye Bing had no intention of taking action.

"Master Shaman, a gentleman takes revenge, it's not too late for ten years, so why should you hurry up and wait for a moment?"

When he was out, Ye Binglong suddenly turned his head and said, "Besides, it's not the time to kill Tang Long."

The shaman said in a furious manner: "When will you have to wait? You can't wait until Tang Long is about to fall into the ground."

"Haha, it should be soon." Ye Binglong said with a strange smile.

Seeing Ye Binglong being kept in a silence, the shaman was not easy to ask, but changed the subject and said, "By the way, Mr. Ye, do you know where Mu Yinqiao is?"

"What are you asking about this?" Ye Binglong said with his eyebrows raised.

The shaman said angrily: "What else can I do? Of course I asked Mu Yinqiao to treat my junior brother's injuries. Before coming to Yanjing, my master told me that if there was anything difficult, I could go to Mu Yinqiao and he would definitely take action."

"Unfortunately, Mu Yinqiao is still abroad, so you have to wait until tomorrow to return to China as soon as possible." Ye Binglong said thoughtfully.

Mu Yinqiao?!

This is not the first time Tang Long has heard of this name.

I heard from the fallen angel that Mu Yinqiao is Gong Baocheng's senior brother, and he has a close relationship with the first-class expert*.

But at this time, Mu Yinqiao happened to be abroad.

Tang Long knew that all this was definitely not just a coincidence.

Perhaps, that Mu Yinqiao went to the Nine Gate Admiral.

Thinking of this, Tang Long asked with a serious look on his face: "By the way, livestock, have you heard of Mu Yinqiao?"

"How could it be that I haven't heard of it?"
Chapter completed!