Chapter 695

Seeing that Tang Lichuan had a dispute with a man surnamed Wang, and it seemed that he was going to kill people, the others surrounded him.

Someone kindly advised, "Lao Wang, you are such a big man. Why should you be angry with a child and let him go quickly. Don't delay our business."

Some people were too busy to watch the excitement and instigated them: "Wang Xingrong, you are too careless. You were bumped by a boy in the Xuanwu realm. You can't save your face if you don't unload his hands and feet!"

The white crane Taoist priest stood up again and said, "the spirit thing is full of spirit. If you delay time, I'm afraid you'll lose your trace. We didn't get together just to get it. Why argue for a misunderstanding!"

After saying this to the man surnamed Wang, old Taoist Baihe winked at Tang Lichuan again and again, motioning him to step back. There is no need to put his life here.

The man surnamed Wang gave a Pooh, scolded and shouted, "I've been chasing after that guy for so many days. I've been suffocating in my heart. This little bastard dares to bully the uncle. If he doesn't give him a lesson, he doesn't know the greatness of heaven and earth!"

"Brother Wang, he is young and not sensible. The Taoist priest compensated you on his behalf. Please calm down."

Old Taoist Baihe seemed to protect Tang Lichuan very much, apologized to the man again and again, and anxiously nuzui Tang Lichuan to let him go.

Tang Lichuan muttered that he didn't seem to be familiar with old Baihe. Why did the old man care so much about him? He said that he was a member of the Kirin empire. He wanted to help himself. This reason is too reluctantly.

"Oh, bull nose, don't talk too much. It won't take long to clean up a young boy in the Xuanwu realm. I can't breathe out. I'm very uncomfortable!"

Tang Lichuan heard that he just tilted the rusty sword and stared at each other indifferently without saying a word. The man surnamed Wang was greatly annoyed by Tang Lichuan's eyes, and his eyebrows stood up in anger.

He Wang Xingrong is a man of five levels in the Xuanwu realm. The hairy boy in front of him is only one level in the Xuanwu realm. He should be scared to death in the face of his forced killing. How dare he be indifferent to what he said just now.

The people who gathered around to search for treasure were almost the same as him. If he couldn't even take a little guy, as others said, his face would really be lost.

"What do you pretend to be in front of me? Kneel down!"

With one mistake, Wang Xingrong made a strong attack. When the fist wind swept through, the trees on both sides were devastated and collapsed.

Seeing this, Taoist Baihe waved his right hand and took out a handful of silver dust to help Tang Lichuan, but the rugged man who seemed to be the leader in the team suddenly raised his hand and stopped: "Baihe, what did we say when we reached the alliance? Let them solve this by themselves. If you do it, other Taoist friends may not agree."

The others showed an expression of watching a good play, did not intervene or speak, but just laughed, but Baihe knew that if he helped Tang Lichuan, these people would join the battle group immediately, and Tang Lichuan's situation would be even worse at that time.

Helpless to put away the dust, the white crane Taoist priest looked worried.

However, Tang Lichuan didn't even blink when facing Wang Xingrong's fist attack. When the other party's fist blew in front of him, his figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air like an illusion.

Wang Xingrong thought he was dazzled. Holding his fist, he looked left and right, but he couldn't find Tang Lichuan.

"Lao Wang! Behind you!"

The people watching the war also had Wang Xingrong's companions. In the distance, they saw Tang Lichuan directly around Wang Xingrong's back with a residual shadow when he was about to be hit by his fist.

It's not blinking, nor is it a profound secret skill. It's just that the movement speed of ordinary body methods can be so fast that the smile on other faces can't help sinking. For a moment, I understand that the young man is not easy to provoke.

Wang Xingrong has also been in the martial arts and Taoism circles for so many years. He has rich experience in fighting. He knows that if he turns back directly now, he will be passively attacked.

The strength that I didn't intend to use was suddenly raised. The five momentum of the Xuanwu realm was inspired to resist slightly. At the same time, the flames roared on both fists, which is the Xuanji level martial art "burning Yang fist"!

However, the five heavy momentum of the Xuanwu realm hit Tang Lichuan. Tang Lichuan didn't even shake. His physique could have ignored the suppression of the momentum of the Xuanwu realm for a long time. In the impact of the other party's momentum, his right leg swept towards the other party's brain and turned into a huge elephant leg on the way.

Wang Xingrong wanted to bend down to avoid the attack of his legs and then launch a counterattack. He saw that Tang Lichuan's legs suddenly became more than ten times larger and completely blocked the gap he bent down to avoid. He couldn't help jumping in his heart, so he had to smash two fists wrapped in fire at the elephant legs.

Poof!

As soon as the fist touched the elephant's leg, it was like an egg hitting a stone. All the bones of Wang Xingrong's hands were broken and stabbed. Suddenly, his skin was torn open and his flesh was very miserable.

He himself was kicked in the middle of his waist by Tang Lichuan, and half of his body became numb on the spot.

Ding!

A rusty sword followed him. When his body was knocked to the ground, it was nailed directly to his throat. Wang Xingrong was about to open his mouth and cry for pain, but the edge of the rusty iron sword touched his throat. He had to force the cool breath back into his stomach.

His eyes looked up in fear, and Tang Lichuan appeared next to him again.

At this time, he had completely lost his arrogance and arrogance, and there was only complete fear in his eyes.

When he was defeated by Tang Lichuan, his mind immediately woke up and looked at Tang Lichuan's face. Although his face had been washed away after so much training, it could still be seen that he was not old, perhaps not more than 20 years old.

Such a young man is an important person in the Xuanwu realm. If he is not a genius trained by a certain force, he is a person selected by heaven with constant adventures.

These two kinds of people have one thing in common, that is, they have goods in their hands and at least one thing they can hold. Whether it is strength or treasure, these two kinds of people must have their brilliance.

When Wang Xingrong was Tang Lichuan's age, he was still a junior in the yuan martial arts realm. He lived a miserable life of flattering his senior brother and looking at people's faces. Now he has become a master in the Xuanwu realm and looks down on people.

He gently pressed the blade of the rusty iron sword towards the other party's neck. Tang Lichuan stared at the other party's trembling cheek and hissed: "I can't even see through my normal body method. Do you really have the five powers of the Xuanwu realm?"

Immediately, his tone sank and asked coldly, "why ambush me? I need to listen to a reason. Remember, you have only one word to decide whether you die happily or die together!"