Chapter 1845

Xiao Yan knew that the two men did have some real skills, but he didn't want him to be serious. He used half his strength.

The two men shouted and attacked together from left and right. One used arhat long fist and the other used Maha finger.

It seems that this is their unique skill. The Maha finger is still practiced from two finger zen. Although it is awkward to use, it is really powerful because of its good foundation.

The two of them attack each other and fight with each other. It's really hard to deal with casual people. Carry it here and there. You must be beaten.

But Xiao Laojiu is such a person. If he can't cope with it, he can really rest.

He flashed towards Jueyuan with a dragon step. In a hurry, the man poked his Maha finger.

But unexpectedly, Xiao Yan stepped on the Dragon step again and suddenly flashed to Jueming's side. Chueh yuan pokes an empty hole, and Chueh Ming quickly turns his straight fist into a sweep.

Xiao Yan hit back with his elbow and hit Jueming's rib eye under his armpit. He was suffocated in an instant and his hands softened at the same time.

Xiao Yan caught his bald head and pushed him forward, just when Jueyuan's Maha fingers met.

That Jueyuan didn't expect that Xiao Yan was so flexible that he couldn't finish. He poked his younger martial brother directly. It's tough enough. I guess it'll be better in ten and a half days.

While he was stunned, Xiao Yan had already flown up and was kicking him in the chest.

It's not a heart breaking foot, it's an ordinary flying leg. But a bare foot was enough. He had already kicked Chueh yuan back and flew out.

He used a little strength on this foot and felt that he struggled on the ground for several times without getting up.

Several martial monks looked around, but no one dared to be born.

Chueh yuan and Chueh Ming are used to dominating in this generation. They bully them a lot. They dare not express their anger, mainly because they can't beat others.

Now these two guys are picked up by Xiao Yan. First, they don't dare to come up, and second, they don't want to come up, so they just look at it.

In the distance, the black robed elder wanted to run. He had long been carried by Mao Xiaolong.

He was angry today. He took the elder in black robe to their colleagues. He slapped both left and right.

This is the face of the black robe first. After being slapped in the face of the people, he has no face to ask people for mountain money.

"Old thief, I really don't have time today. Otherwise, I'll use Maoshan skill to show you. Your little skills are good for bluffing others. It's far from being Da Yuanliang in the industry. My master's finger is better than you!" Mao Xiaolong said fiercely.

The black robed elder knew that he was planted today, and he dared not resist. He said, "yes, what you say is what you say. In the future, I will give up Yuanliang's position and never bully everyone again."

"It's almost the same. Today, I'm happy and shout to the Dragon Master twice. I'll let bygones be bygones." Mao Xiaolong slapped twice again. He was very good at pretending to be a tiger.

There were cheers around, and many people also laughed. It can be seen that the black robed elder doesn't really get popular in ordinary days.

The black robed elder cried bitterly in his heart. He lost all face, but he was unwilling and couldn't open his mouth if he wanted to shout.

Bruce Lee slapped him again, but he still didn't open his mouth.

Xiao Yan snorted coldly and said, "let you shout clearly. Listen, I'm Xiao Yan, the God of fire in the northwest. If you want to settle accounts in the future, just come to me."

At this moment, the surrounding discussion immediately opened.

These days, the streets and alleys of the capital are talking about one thing, that is, there is a murderous God in the northwest, who is called white rising in the world.

"Oh, no wonder I said that this man has strange bones and is full of Wang Qi. It turned out that he is the ninth master Xiao, the murderer."

"I heard that he went to Beijing for trial. I thought it was a fake thing in the northwest. It seems to be true."

"The old black thief has been killed this time. It's hard to say whether he can save his life today."

"Northwest Fire God, it turns out that this is the man you're talking about these days. It's really good."

“……”

Xiao Yan used to be famous in the capital. Half a person didn't know it.

But now it's different. The whole streets of the capital are talking about him, just like talking about Hulan great Xia.

From the northwest to the capital, and then from the capital to the whole country. Xiao Yan became famous in Yelang town in the first World War, which is well known all over the world.

This rumor is always brainless, from dozens in the initial newspaper to several times the actual number. In the end, thousands of people were killed directly.

Secondly, they killed a lot of people and hurt a lot. Xiao Laojiu finally cleaned up the mess.

But no one cares about so many details. What they care about is that Xiao Yan, the God of fire, killed countless villains and countless villains.

Such a person is awesome. Now he suddenly appears here and immediately explodes around.

Especially the black robed elder, he can understand it best.

Previously, he was the Royal feng shui master of the Wu family and had a good relationship with the Wu family. However, the Wu family's smoke dissipated after the star picking building was burned last time.

As an insider, he knew that the martial arts family was destroyed in the hands of a nephew named Xiao Yan. It was also spread in the upper class circles. He had heard it many times.

Now the murderous devil stood in front of him. He felt numb on his head, and the whole spine suddenly cooled from the neck to the tail bone.

He broke out in a cold sweat, gasped on his mouth and shouted, "Jiu Ye, long ye, it's my fault, everything is my fault. For my age's sake, leave me a life..."

Mao Xiaolong has been filling his stomach these days, and he can't integrate into other people's circles, so he doesn't know that Xiao Yan's fame is so great.

Now, seeing his brother's fame soar, he became even more proud and said, "Hey, old thief, you're still a dragon master."

"Lord long, it was my fault in the past. Please let me go. But you also know that I didn't mean to make trouble for you, but someone wanted to calculate you." the black robed elder almost burst into tears.

There is no big feud between life and death, and Mao Xiaolong is not bad at heart. Now he is a little embarrassed.

After loosening the black robed elder, he said, "after you have settled your account, I'll make trouble with others later. Don't bully your peers in the future. It's not easy for everyone to make money. If I know you ask for money again, I'll skin you. All right, get out!"

The black robed elder quickly thanked a few words, turned around and walked away. The nearby monk helped Jueming and Jueyuan to the meditation room, and no one dared to come up to trouble.

There was a roar of cheers in the crowd, praising the two men for their chivalry and justice. Mao Xiaolong kept bowing around, as if he had just started.

"There's a policeman coming, get away!" someone in the nearby crowd reminded him.

As soon as they turned around, they met. It's such a big place. How can they avoid it.

Mao Xiaolong's face turned green with fear. It is estimated that he has some fear of wearing uniforms these days.

But before they came up to ask, Xiao Yan took out the officer card of the Security Bureau and showed it to them. The latter saluted and released it.

At this moment, Mao Xiaolong was elated and walked downstairs with square steps, listening to the bursts of praise behind him.

Xiao Yan chuckled. This guy is still too immature, but he doesn't care. He's very happy to see him proud.

"Where shall we go next?" Mao Xiaolong asked after leaving Baoguo temple.

Xiao Yan said calmly, "go to the bar where you met Xu Qian last time!"