Especially when seeing Su Luo breaking the Four Pole Sword Rain Array with one hand, it caused storm in Zhou Hongyuan's heart.

Outsiders may not know the terribleness of the Four Pole Sword Rain Array, but as a teaching expert, he knew very well that once the Four Pole Sword Rain Array was used, the sword energy hit the banana leaves like rain. It was not stopped for a while. The martial arts master fell into it and could not get out, but now he was slapped by Su Luo.

Even if the sword formation becomes a little incomplete because one person dies, not everyone can break it.

But now, Su Luo's performance was like a loud slap on his face, and it hurts so much.

It also let them know that there may be no one behind Su Luo, or that Su Luo is the person behind their speculation.

"Old Zhou, we were all deceived by this little bastard. There was no one behind him. Instead, his own strength was so terrifying that we were fooled."

Zhao Wuliang's eyes flashed with scarlet and ferocious look. He originally thought that someone was behind Su Luo, and his son died at the hands of the person behind the scenes.

But now it seems that the person behind the scenes is definitely his son who died at Su Luo's hands.

Su Luo is the real murderer who killed his son.

Zhou Hongyuan didn't speak, and after a long time of suppressing his murderous intent, he said, "I underestimated this kid's strength. I didn't expect that even my Four-Pole Sword Rain Formation could do anything to him. It seems that his strength has at least entered the martial arts master. Even if it is not, I am afraid he is a half-step master."

When Zhao Wuliang heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, "Old Zhou, you must not let this little bastard continue to live, otherwise, once his strength improves again and investigates that this matter is related to us, he will definitely not give up."

No matter what Su Luo is, or what strength he has, he only knows that Su Luo is the murderer who killed his son. No matter what, he wants Su Luo to die and tore Su Luo to pieces.

After hearing Zhao Wuliang's words, Zhou Hongyuan couldn't help but look a gloomy on his face. Seeing Su Luo's strength in the video just now did make a strong look of fear appear in his heart.

If Su Luo's strength is improved again, it is probably not easy for him to deal with Su Luo. Once Su Luo escapes, there will be endless troubles.

Zhao Wuliang looked at Zhou Hongyuan's face and spoke again: "Old Zhou, I have a way to kill Su Luo, a little bastard."

"What's the solution?"

"A letter of war."

Zhao Wuliang said slowly: "From the scene in the video just now, this little bastard is very confident in his strength, so he dares to take the initiative. If we take the initiative to give him a letter of war, this little bastard will not be able to avoid fighting. As long as he agrees to our invitation to fight, I believe that with the strength of Mr. Zhou, it should not be difficult to kill him."

"Hmph, of course, killing him is easy."

Zhou Hongyuan snorted coldly, with a strong sense of confidence in his tone.

He has been a master of martial arts for almost ten years, and has been practicing for ten years. Even if Su Luo is a master of martial arts, so what?

A new martial arts master is far inferior to the old martial arts master. It is completely easy for him to kill Su Luo.

He glanced at Zhao Wuliang and said coldly: "Your method is indeed good, but are you sure he will agree?"

Zhao Wuliang stared at the video that had turned into snowflakes, as if he saw Su Luo's face, his voice was full of murderous intent: "Old Zhou, there is a saying in this world that it is easy to hide from the open gun, but it is difficult to prevent the hidden arrows. Now we are in the dark. If he doesn't want his woman to have any trouble, he will definitely make an appointment. As long as we set up a net of heaven and earth in the dark, even if this little bastard has wings, it will not escape."

"Do you think I can't deal with this little bastard Su Luo?"

Zhou Hongyuan glanced at Zhao Wuliang coldly.

Zhou Hongyuan has been so busy dealing with a new martial arts master. If this matter is spread, he will not be ridiculed by everyone in the world.

He can't afford to lose this face.

When Zhao Wuliang heard this, he quickly spoke out: "Old Zhou, don't get me wrong. I don't mean that. I just want to ensure that everything is foolproof and prevent any accidents. I..."

"Bang!"

Zhou Hongyuan slapped him heavily on the sofa and said in a cold tone: "I, Zhou Hongyuan, want to kill him, it's easy, and I don't need anyone's help. If I want him to die, he must die, and no one can save him."

Zhao Wuliang looked at Zhou Hongyuan's appearance, and for some reason he had a faint ominous premonition in his heart, but looking at Zhou Hongyuan's face, he knew that if he continued to say it, Zhou Hongyuan might turn against him and attack him.

Moreover, Zhou Hongyuan himself is an old martial arts master and is extremely strong. No matter how strong Su Luo is, he cannot be Zhou Hongyuan's opponent.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Wuliang said, "Old Zhou, then do what you said. I will send you a letter of war to this little bastard tomorrow. I also heard that the Qinghuang Group under the name of this little bastard woman will open tomorrow. I will let the Zhao family say something. If anyone dares to attend the opening ceremony of the Qinghuang Group, it will be an enemy of my Zhao family."

Zhou Hongyuan nodded when he heard Zhao Wuliang's words: "Okay, Zhao Wuliang, these things are for you to deal with. This time, I will take action myself. I will tear Su Luo, a little bastard..."

"Old Mr. Zhou, don't worry, I promise to do this without any mistakes."

After seeing Zhou Hongyuan off, Zhao Wuliang took out his cell phone from his pocket and called a phone number.

He arranged personnel at Qingshuiwan Villa. Once the people behind Su Luo were drawn out, he asked his people to take action and seize Lin Miaoyan.

Now, Zhou Hongyuan's four disciples have all died at Su Luo's hands. Once his men are discovered by Su Luo, they will definitely be unable to escape death.

It must be withdrawn as soon as possible.

“Dudu….”

The phone kept ringing, but no one answered it.

Zhao Wuliang's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. These people were carefully selected by him. They were all dead soldiers from the Zhao family. It was impossible not to answer his phone number.

Moreover, he repeatedly explained that everything was waiting for his phone number.

But now the phone shows no answer, and there is only one explanation, something happened to his person.

"Sulo..."

After calling again, no one answered the voice prompt, Zhao Wuliang's face was extremely gloomy. He suddenly exerted force on his finger and directly pinched the phone. He knew that all his people were dead.
Chapter completed!