brush!

Suddenly, a black shadow shot out and punched Tang Long in the throat.

Tang Long just flashed his body and his body quickly retreated.

"Bastard, stinky brat, can you just hide?" Sun Manyue said with a irritable look on her face.

No matter how Sun Manyue attacked, Tang Long just dodged left and right.

From beginning to end, Tang Long never took action.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see how big the gap between Sun Manyue and Tang Long is not at the same level.

"Waste, what a waste!" After beating for a long time, Sun Manyue didn't even touch Tang Long's clothes, and Tu Tianlang almost fainted.

This is simply slapping him in the face of the Tianlang!

If Sun Manyue is defeated, then he must kowtow to Tang Long to apologize if he slaughtered Tianlang!

For Tianlang, it is too late to regret.

As the saying goes, if a person has no faith, he will not stand. If Tu Tianlang dares to repent, he will definitely be despised by the people of the Tao.

Even the Tianlang Group will be affected.

"Master, he is Tang Long!" The Iron Foot King said in a low voice.

The Iron-footed monk stared at Tang Long's footwork and said with a trembling face: "What a profound footwork, it seems to be created based on the arrangement of stars."

"Master, what do you think?" At this time, the Iron Foot King Li Tiejiao couldn't help asking.

The Iron-footed monk touched the big bald head, raised his eyebrows and said, "Watch it happen."

brush!

brush!

brush!

Afterimages kept shuttled around Sun Manyue.

And Sun Manyue was like a mad dog, constantly waving her claws.

It’s a pity that Sun Manyue didn’t even touch the corner of Tang Long’s clothes.

What is humiliation?!

This is humiliation!

Seeing this, Tu Tianlang could no longer hold it back and cursed angrily: "You trash, don't you shoot him with arrows?"

After Tu Tianlang reminded him, Sun Manyue grabbed the bow and arrow at his waist, pulled out three arrow feathers from his windbreaker, and put them on the bowstring.

call out!

call out!

call out!

Three consecutive sounds of breaking through the air came out, and the arrows shot out in the shape of a font, directly hitting Tang Long's chest.

Such a short distance!

Such a fast arrow speed!

Tang* didn't have time to dodge!

"Haha, I'm sure you win!"

"Hmph, that's not. Mr. Sun's archery skills are amazing. It's definitely not a word to talk about wearing Yang in a hundred steps."

"Yes, Mr. Sun's arrows are all specially made, with very penetrating power. If Mr. Tu took action personally, he would definitely shoot that kid in an instant!"

"Tsk, that's all that mess, and it's worth taking action by Mr. Tu himself?"

The black-clothed bodyguards following Tu Tianlang also shouted.

But Tu Tianlang said impatiently: "Shut up!"

At this time, almost everyone's eyes were locked in Tang Long.

call out!

call out!

call out!

Before the three arrow feathers fell, Sun Manyue shot three more arrows in a row, shooting at Tang Long's throat and left and right knees.

"Hmph, I'm really seeking death!" Suddenly, Tang Long grabbed both hands and saw the arrows changing direction instantly.

As Tang Long waved his arms, the six arrows were spinning around his head and finally shot towards Sun Manyue in an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, everyone's hearts were raised to their throats.

Pick!

Looking at the arrow shot, Sun Manyue was so scared that she retreated quickly.

"This... what kind of martial arts is this? Why is it so weird?"

"It's the dragon-capturing hand!"

Hiss, almost everyone held their breath and didn't dare to let out a moment.

Listening to the discussion around, the Iron-footed monk frowned and said, "Sun Manyue is probably in danger!"

"Haha, Slaughter Tianlang, it seems you want a white-haired man to send a black-haired man!" Song De, the living king of hell, said with gloating expression on his face.

Song De, the living king of Hell, had no good feelings for Tianlang.

The purpose of slaughtering Tianlang came to Yanjing this time was very simple. He wanted to annex the property of the alive king of Hell Song De.

Let me ask, how could the living King Song De agree?!

If Sun Manyue dies, it will be equivalent to killing the Tianlang in an arm.

For the living Hell King Song De, it is definitely beneficial without any harm.

"Yi...Enjoyed Father, save...Help!" Sun Manyue swallowed his saliva and shouted in horror.

Tu Tianlang secretly hated and cursed angrily: "What a waste!"

Seeing that the six arrows were about to shoot, Tu Tianlang had to rush forward.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Tu Tianlang waved his palm and slapped it a few times, and then he saw the arrows shooting around.

Fortunately, the living Hell King Song De and the Iron-footed Monk were there, so no one else was hurt.

"Hiss, it's so amazing. Master Tu's palm is nothing wrong?"

"That's nothing, Mr. Tu's iron sand palm is not in vain!"

"Tsk, what's this? When Mr. Tu was a mercenary, he almost slapped him one by one, and he was extremely cruel."

The onlookers also whispered.

Crack!

Tu Tianlang clenched his fists hard and said with a gloomy face: "Boy, let's make a price."

"What does it mean?" Tang Long pretended to be confused.

Tu Tianlang said with a blue face: "Stop pretending to be confused with me. How much do you want to cancel the previous agreement?"

"Haha, I'm really sorry. I'm not interested in money." Tang Long narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly.

Seeing that Tang Long was so ignorant, Tu Tianlang said angrily: "Boy, do you really refuse to give me this face?"

"Give you face?"

Tang Long snorted and said with a gloomy face: "When you forced me to kowtow to Sun Manyue before, did you give me face?"

"Hmph, what are you? What kind of face do you have? Why do I want to give you face?!" Tu Tianlang said with disdain.

Before Tu Tianlang could finish his words, Tang Long pointed at his nose and shouted: "Then what are you? What kind of face do you have? Why do I want to give you face?! Say less nonsense, kowtow to me and apologize!"

hiss.

Everyone took a breath of air and retreated to both sides.

Liu Luzhu, who was standing behind the living king of Hell, had a cold face and looked at Tang Long with a resentful look. She really hoped that the Tianlang could slap Tang Long to death with a slap.

Only in this way can Liu Luzhu's hatred be eliminated.

When he was at the Jinbi Club, Liu Luzhu was almost tortured to death by Tang Long.

And Liu Fu also had the same thoughts.

As for the Iron-footed monk, they were in a good manner and had no intention of stopping them.

But Tu Tianlang was so angry that he trembled all over and cursed: "Little beast, you are really seeking death!"

"Haha, I didn't know who said the word "Jiu Ding" just now?"

Just when Tu Tianlang was about to kill Tang Long, the living Hell King Song De suddenly said intentionally or unintentionally: "I am willing to accept the loss if I can't afford to lose, so don't show off. Remember, this is Yanjing, not the northwest!"

KAKA.

Tu Tianlang gritted his teeth secretly and said with a gloomy face: "Song De, what do you mean? Are you threatening me?"
Chapter completed!