My Simulated Son's Life

Chapter 89

On the second floor of the Wusha room, in the Yunyan room.

Li Changkong didn't read the martial arts secret book carefully, but directly stuffed it into his arms.

Apart from this fish-dragon dance book, Wu Yi has no other trophies on him.

But this is normal, under the fifteen times of Li Changkong's strength, everything on Wu Yi's body was basically shattered, leaving nothing behind.

As for the Dilong Fanlang Jue mentioned by Li Fanjiang, there was no shadow of him.

Li Changkong guessed that the martial arts secret book that Wu Yi had obtained in the belly of Niqian was this fish-dragon dance, and Dilong Fanlangjue was a name he made up to fool others.

Lifting Wu Yi's deathly head from the Yunyan bed, Li Changkong walked out of the room quickly.

It's time to end the battle here.

Although it is very difficult for the other hall masters of Nujiao Gang to rush over, they are not afraid of [-] but just in case.

The door of the Wusha room.

A large group of people surrounded Chu Lin and the three of them.

Chu Lin was being besieged by four people at this time, and the leader was holding a big knife. A scar on his face spread from his eyebrows to his chin, looking extremely hideous.

This person is Han Ze, the ninth-rank martial artist guarding this place, and beside him are three gang members wearing three layers of leather armor to work together with him to drag Chu Lin down.

Facing the siege of four people, it was Chu Lin who had the upper hand.

In addition to attacking and killing, he can also pull out his hand from time to time to help Xiong Tong.

If not, Xiong Tong would have died under the siege long ago.

As for Ma Qingqing, no matter how she cooks, she is also a ninth rank, which is more than enough to survive the siege of the Nujiao Gang.

Looking at the gang members coming in like a tide.

Ma Qingqing showed anxiety, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore and said:

"It has been delayed for so long, and we have fulfilled our obligations. Let's retreat, otherwise we won't be able to leave when Wu Yi comes out."

Chu Lin knew that what Ma Qingqing said made sense.

As teammates, they had done their best. After hearing the sound of fighting coming from the black yarn room, they rushed over to attract most of the Nujiao Gang to themselves.

If Li Changkong still can't escape like this, it can only be said that he is exhausted.

Chu Lin took a deep breath, and was about to create a wave of opportunities for himself and others to leave.

Suddenly, they heard commotion coming from behind the Nujiao Gang.

Then there was only a sound that Wu Yi had been handed over, and the rumors were passed on ten to ten, and the Nujiao Gang in front of them dispersed like headless chickens.

Soon, a figure soaked in blood appeared in front of Chu Lin's eyes, and he was holding a head in his hand.

Chu Lin was shocked!
The distinctive beard around the mouth of the head proves its identity.

It was Wu Yi, the master of the Wujiao Hall, who made Chu Lin and the others fearful just now!
Li Changkong actually killed Wu Yi!
And judging by Li Changkong's face, apart from being a little tired, he didn't seem to be injured at all!

Kill the eighth rank without injury with the blood refining realm of the ninth rank!

Chu Lin asked himself that no matter what, he couldn't do this.

At most, he can perform dozens of moves under the hands of eighth-rank warriors.

And such a talent, in the mouth of his father Chu Hu, is already unique.

People like Li Changkong are basically the top talents in a state.

In the future, there is hope to be promoted to the third rank.

What is the concept of the third rank? If you join the Yiluan Division, you can nominate the position of commander and acquaintance.

Chu Lin's father was just a tester, and his command staff was six grades higher than his father's.

If you don't want to enter the court, you are also a giant in the Jianghu, and you can establish a sect.

Ma Qingqing looked at the figure in front of her who seemed to have stepped out of a sea of ​​blood, her mouth opened into an O shape unconsciously.

The eighth-rank powerhouse!
Against the backdrop of his talent, Li Changkong's ordinary face suddenly became interesting.

This guy seems to be not bad, he is strong and has a sense of security.

But after turning her head to glance at Chu Lin's face, Ma Qingqing began to struggle again.

So annoying, who should I choose?
As for being rejected, Ma Qingqing didn't think about it.

This is probably ordinary but confident.

With the fleeing of the Nujiao Gang, the Wushafang became silent for a while.

Whether it's the guests or the girls inside, they all honestly found a place to cat up, for fear of being beheaded by the red-eyed Nujiao gang, it would be more harm than good.

Chu Lin and the others looked at each other, and finally turned their questioning eyes to Li Changkong.

At first they just wanted to come over to find out the situation, but who would have expected that Li Changkong would knock down the Wu Shafang by himself.

The current dilemma is that although they have knocked down the Wushafang, they don't have enough strength to take away all the spoils inside.

In the silence, Xiong Tong, a rough man, stood up. Looking at the murderous Li Changkong, he swallowed nervously.

"Well, Master Li, I wonder if what you said before still counts?"

"What?"

Li Changkong didn't react for a moment.

"It's the Liuxiang girl you mentioned."

Seeing Xiong Tong's expectant eyes, Li Changkong suddenly burst out laughing.

This guy is really daring, and he still misses Miss Liuxiang at this moment.

"as you like."

With Li Changkong's permission, Xiong Tong immediately rushed inside with red eyes and panting, looking like a bull in heat.

Although Xiong Tong is not very clear about the layout of Wushafang, he knows the way to Miss Liuxiang's room by heart.

"By the way, there is a girl named Xiuzhu on the second floor, you bring her here with her friends."

Li Changkong did not forget to promise Xiuzhu to rescue her and her girls who were forcibly captured by Wu Yi's men.

Not long after, Xiong Tong came out holding a girl covered with a veil, and behind him were nine girls, including Xiuzhu and Yunyan.

"Now shall we go back?"

"go back?"

Looking at the exquisite pavilion in front of him, Li Changkong's eyes showed a hint of evil spirit.

"Drive out all the people inside, and then burn this place!"

I can't get it myself, and I can't leave the property here to the Nujiao Gang.

Chu Lin and Ma Qingqing looked at each other, then walked into the black yarn room to drive away the people inside.

After driving out all the people inside, Li Changkong threw the torch to the place where the oil was poured just now.

boom.

The fiery tongue licked the building, and after a while, Wushafang fell into a sea of ​​flames.

Li Changkong and others walked out of the black yarn room.

Then I saw that most of the girls were staring blankly at the fire scene in front of them.

For them, this is a place where they have lived for several years or even ten years, and they don't know where to go after leaving here.

Ignoring them, Li Changkong and others left from the corner of the street.

Only left behind shouted the sound of walking out of the water.

(End of this chapter)