"Haha! That Ye Xiuwen is really looking for death. He actually left 'Yanzhou City', and I happened to start!"

In the living room of the Axe Gang, when he heard Ye Xiuwen left Yanzhou City, the leader of the Sanhe Gang, "Yuan Feng", laughed.

His triad was destroyed by Ye Xiuwen's general "Zhou Chong" in Yanzhou City.

He has been resentful.

But in Yanzhou City, he was afraid of Zhou Chong's power and did not take action. He kept his troops still.

Today, he can finally exhale and raise his eyebrows. He is about to set off to go to Sanhe Wharf, kill Ye Xiuwen, and take revenge for the destruction of his gang!

"You really want to go?"

The Vajra Buddha closed his eyes and murmured.

"Hmph, I'm not like you. What kind of shit business are you going with such a small character?" Yuan Feng sneered.

"Little people can often affect the entire chess game.

He can use Zhou Chong's hands to destroy you and I will definitely destroy you. Isn't your subordinates just being eaten by him in batches?" Vajra Buddha asked lightly.

"Hmph, that Zhou Chong, I don't know what kind of ecstasy medicine Ye Xiuwen put into, but he actually thought about it and listened to him.

I think there must be hidden feelings in this!" Yuan Feng said angrily.

"This is Ye Xiuwen's extraordinary thing. Why didn't Zhou Chong listen to you or me, but instead listen to him?" Vajra Buddha said again.

If he hadn't had a fierce look, many people would have mistakenly thought that this Vajra Buddha would be a monk of the Tao!

He speaks without being quick or slow, and always keeps the "reason" on his lips. Anyone who listens to it will have such a Zen principle.

Yuan Feng was the same. He felt that Vajra Buddha had some reason. After thinking about it, he said: "I don't have such a profound realm. I only know that if anyone doesn't let me live a good life, I will not let others live a good life. Ye Xiuwen must die!"

"Then if you kill Ye Xiuwen, how can you explain to Liu Hong?" Vajra Buddha asked in vainly, making Yuan Feng stunned for a moment.

After a long time, Yuan Feng slowly stood up and said, "Hmph, then I'll go and ask him, see what he says!"

After Yuan Feng said that, he walked out with great strides......

"hold head high?"

Yuan Feng vainly noticed that there was someone outside the door, and he flew out with a quick step.

The person outside the door was stunned, bowed quickly, and lowered his head.

"Hmph, Mao Lion? What are you here to do? The slaves from the three surnames are unreliable when they see you,..."

Yuan Feng was already unhappy, and saw the Mao Lion who was close to Ye Xiuwen eavesdropping outside the door. With a casual palm, he slapped Mao Lion away.

Mao Lion is only a warrior who refines the body in the ninth stage. Yuan Feng is a warrior with the first level of vitality.

The power of this palm can be imagined that the body of the Lion Mao flew out like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

"puff!"

The lion of Mao vomits blood in the air.

A blood palm print was printed on his chest, which was the "Eighteen Blood Hands" that people from the martial arts world were terrified of.

This skill is strange. After the palm power penetrates into the human body, the injured person cannot recover. With the palm power as the center, he will gradually become ulcerated. Even if he is not killed on the spot, he will inevitably die of ulceration in three days.

Yuan Feng sneered: "Mao Lion? This way of death is the most suitable for you!"

"You, why do you want to kill me?" Mao Shizi said in confusion.

"Does there still need a reason to kill a small character like you? Humph!" Yuan Feng said disdainfully, his feet slit up, and the person got into the room, and then disappeared.

At this moment, a man in black walked into the moon gate, followed by two people, but when he saw the fallen lion, he said in surprise: "Brother? What's wrong with you?"

The person who came was not someone else, but the "Black Panther" who was the outer hall leader of the Axe Gang.

Black Panther and Mao Lion are brothers who worshipped the boy, and now they are in the early stages of blood coagulation.

But if the Lion of Mao was able to fall into the Axe Gang, he was brought into the door. But he didn't expect that his brother would fall here.

He helped the Lion Mao up, and the Lion Mao trembled his lips slightly and said, "Yes, it's Yuan Feng, Eighteen, Eighteen Blood Hands,..... Save me, Black Panther, if you ask the leader of the gang, I can still survive, otherwise I will die within three days...."

"Brother? Don't worry, I'll ask the gang leader now."

Black Panther ordered two subordinates to support Mao Lion, and he came to the living room of the inner courtyard.

Vajra Buddha was still sitting on the chair and pinched the rosary with his hands, but in fact, he had known that Yuan Feng was hurting someone for a long time.

Just imagine what kind of strength of Vajra Buddha is, which is one level higher than Yuan Feng, and the level of second level of vitality.

Although he did not leave the house, he knew everything outside.

The black panther knelt down with a thud, kowtowed to the Vajra Buddha and said, "Gangmao, the lion of Mao is my brother. Please show your compassion and save him!"

The black panther kowtowed bang, but the Vajra Buddha was indifferent and pinched the Buddha's hand and couldn't stop reciting the scriptures. Until the scriptures were finished, he said: "Only Yuan Feng can understand the skills of the eighteen bloody hands. What's the use of asking me?"

"Gangmaster? Go and ask Yuan Feng, will he give you this face?" Black Panther begged.

"And?" Vajra Buddha looked calm and glanced at the Black Panther.

This glance made the black panther cold all over his body, lowered his head and dared not speak.

"Go down! Don't bother me to recite scriptures if you're okay!"

The Vajra Buddha said in a deep voice, and the Black Panther could only retreat again.

When he saw the Lion of Mao, the Black Panther shook his head frequently.

Mao Lion closed his eyes slightly and thought to himself, "I'm afraid he's in a doom."

"Brother? I don't want to die here. Can you send me down the mountain?" Mao Shizi said.

"Going the mountain? What can I do now?" Black Panther sighed, but if you think about it, at least you have to buy a good coffin for your brother.

"Let's go, find a door panel, carry my brother down the mountain!"

The black panther ordered that the two men in black separated their axe on their waists, searched for a door panel elsewhere, and carried the Lion down the mountain.

Someone asked on the way and heard that he was injured by the Eighteen Blood Hand and shook his head all the time.

This kind of martial art is extremely vicious. Although it is not a poisonous palm, once it is in the palm, the person's body will begin to fester from the palm.

Until three days later, the person died of sepsis.

The only solution is that the person who hits the person will use the palm power of the Eighteen Blood Hand to slap another palm in the opposite direction, and then the injured person will be healed.

But obviously, this is impossible!

Yuan Feng’s purpose was to kill Mao Shizi, so how could he save him?

So everyone shook their heads and thought that this time the Lion of Mao would definitely die.

The man was carried to the foot of the mountain, and the Black Panther didn't know where to go, and asked, "Brother? Where do you want to go? Brother will definitely send you there?"

"My good brother? Take me to Sanhe Wharf quickly. If there is someone in this world who can save me, it must be the fifth master!..."
Chapter completed!