Creation Fishing System

"... the best!"

Xie Qingzhi stared at Chu Yun. The light in his eyes was about to turn into essence. It's not too much to say that saliva is dripping out.

To be honest, it's really disgusting to be looked at by a man with such eyes. In particular, Chu Yun's image at the moment is still a 13-year-old girl.

"Is this the little fox that escaped? Sir, can you take her... "

Before Xie Qingzhi finished his words, the middle-aged scholar stared at him coldly and said, "take care of yourself."

“……”

He was severely rejected, but Xie Qingzhi didn't care. He just muttered, "just play. Just dig out your heart when you want to use it. What's the big deal?"

This remark can also be regarded as a contradiction, but among the people present, no matter the middle-aged scholar, Yao Laoliu, little martial uncle and others paid any attention.

Because the relationship between them is not simply superior and subordinate, but more pure use, without relying on those superficial enthusiasm to maintain.

"I asked you to come here this time because I have something to tell you. I organized the latest order to kill Chu Yun, the Deputy landlord of the uneven building, and blamed the result on Zheng Tianyang, the head of the Daming mansion."

The middle-aged scholar said, looking at the little martial uncle and said, "this action is presided over by song Daotian, and Yao Laoliu and Xie Qingzhi cooperate."

The voice fell. Xie Qingzhi didn't care. He didn't think about anything except women in his mind. It didn't matter who led him.

However, Yao Laoliu, a bald man on one side, could not help but frown and said, "boss, it's most appropriate for me to kill. This little white face is kind and soft, and he deserves it?"

The middle-aged scholar's expression was flat. He was actually expected to oppose Yao Laoliu.

Since he "unintentionally" revealed once that he intended to promote a person to become a full member of the organization, Yao Laoliu has always been very enthusiastic about this position and flattered him everywhere.

However, since we all know what Yao Laoliu came for, the middle-aged scholar naturally despised his active closeness, but favored song Daotian.

After all

A person with a bottom line and a lifeline is held in their hands. No matter what, he is much more reliable than Yao Laoliu.

However, Yao Laoliu broke his head and wanted a further opportunity, which is not rare here in Song Daotian.

The middle-aged scholar also hinted several times, but song Daotian didn't answer anything, which made the middle-aged scholar secretly disappointed.

At the moment of employment, the organization is about to take big action. If there is no reliable confidant in his hand to open up new territory, he will inevitably lag behind the dark brains of other regions in this world of great controversy in the future.

"However, don't worry. With the temperament of song Daotian, as long as I still hold the Yuanhe Pavilion in my hand, I'm not afraid of his non-compliance. Maybe I should find an opportunity to beat the Yuanhe sect and give him some reminders..."

The middle-aged scholar thought in his heart.

Of course, his "beating" here is not just a simple "beating".

For the weak Yuanhe Pavilion, this tap may represent a big hammer like a mountain.

After thinking about it, the middle-aged scholar took back his thoughts and was about to ask Yao Laoliu to obey the order.

"... I don't deserve it. Do you deserve it?"

At this time, the silent little martial uncle suddenly opened his mouth, with a calm tone and a trace of cold.

"Oh!"

Yao Laoliu touched his bald head and couldn't help laughing: "I thought you little white face was a mute who couldn't fight back. I didn't expect you to say goodbye to me? The sun is really coming out in the West! "

Little martial uncle looked at him coldly and said, "I'm asking you. I don't deserve it. Do you deserve it?"

When the voice fell, the smile on Yao Laoliu's face slowly converged, changed into a disdainful expression and said, "of course I deserve better than you!"

"OK."

Little martial uncle nodded, only heard a clang, and the long knife came out of its scabbard.

Yao Laoliu was stunned and said, "do you want to fight with me?"

Little martial uncle didn't speak. The momentum in the blade is already in savings and will be cut out at any time.

Seeing the appearance of this scene, Xie Qingzhi was a little surprised, but she still looked indifferent. She lazily stayed at the root of the wall, as if I didn't help anyone but watched the excitement.

The middle-aged scholar frowned a little when he saw this. He didn't expect that the little martial uncle who has always been patient would draw a knife against Yao Laoliu today, which was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"Maybe song Daotian's character has really changed. He is much sharper than before. It's good... I'm afraid you've always been lazy and will be useless..."

The middle-aged scholar thought that he should have stopped the battle, but now he chose to be silent and stood quietly waiting.

Seeing that the middle-aged scholar acquiesced in the challenge of the little martial uncle, Yao Laoliu's expression was ferocious. He secretly scolded the turtle grandson for being eccentric. At the same time, he had to take action with a shock of his arms.

Shua——

At this time, little martial uncle cut out with a knife, but he was ready for a long time.

After all, Yao Laoliu was a little slow, and his backhand began to prepare. His reaction and strength savings were a notch worse. At the moment, he was secretly nervous in the face of the full and powerful knife of little martial uncle.

He took a step back, and the little martial uncle raised his knife to catch up. In a moment, they took more than ten steps, but Yao Laoliu never escaped the blade range of the little martial uncle.

Finally, the knife was cut down.

Yao Laoliu turned his arms into a pair of iron arms, crossed them on his head, and met the little martial uncle's knife in the front.

Snap!

A knife cut off and sent out a fierce metal clang. Under the blade, Yao Laoliu's arms were shocked with iron color, and most of his power was cut off, while the blade was still pressing down, and the trend did not decrease.

"Grandma, you little white face, really think I'm afraid of you?!"

Yao Laoliu scolded angrily and was about to fight back.

The little martial uncle looked cold and cut with a knife. In an instant, he cut out dozens of knives and hit Yao Laoliu's iron arms.

Yao Laoliu's Iron Arms not only have infinite power, but also have strong defense. They are a heavenly skill. They specialize in these iron arms. Although they are eccentric, they are also powerful in their fields.

For example, at the moment, under the cutting attack of little martial uncle, Yao Laoliu lost his first hand. If he can't prevent it, there must be only a dead end.

However, he can block this knife passively. From this, we can see the power of Yao Laoliu's iron arm Shenquan skill.

But

This powerful defense can not last forever. Under the constant attack of little martial uncle, Yao Laoliu's iron arm dark light is gradually dimmed, and his original flesh color has been faintly exposed, which means that the defense of iron arm Shenquan skill is about to be broken.

The middle-aged scholar nodded slightly when he saw this scene. In his heart, song Daotian's strength was originally higher than Yao Laoliu. Now, after taking the initiative, he was reasonable and unforgiving. He vowed not to break Yao Laoliu's iron arm defense. This momentum also made him very satisfied.

"Almost. After this war, Yao Laoliu should be convinced."

The middle-aged scholar thought that he had made up his mind to make Yao Laoliu lose more ugly this time. When song Daotian completely broke Yao Laoliu's iron arm, he came forward to terminate the duel.

"Ah, ah --"

Old Yao roared in his mouth and kept waving his arms to block. While blocking the attack of little martial uncle, he was also looking for opportunities to break through the defense of little martial uncle and fight back.

However, such an opportunity can't wait at all. Little martial uncle's attack has defense in the attack, and even attack instead of defense, so that he has no chance to fight back, and the defense of these iron arms is finally coming to an end.

Finally——

Just listen to a 'click'.

Yao Laoliu's arms, Xuanguang completely collapsed, like broken glass, turned into pieces and flew away, while the little martial uncle's knife was splitting from his left shoulder.

Yao Laoliu was startled. He quickly turned sideways and shouted, "I've taken it..."

However, I still didn't hide.

Poop!

Little martial uncle slashed him on the shoulder, and blood gushed all the way on the spot.

"Enough."

At this time, the middle-aged scholar nodded and terminated the contest.

When I looked at little martial uncle again, my eyes were very satisfied.

I still know how to be measured

That knife, in his opinion, could cut off one arm of Yao Laoliu, but little martial uncle didn't do that. He just opened a hole in Yao Laoliu's shoulder.

The reason why Yao Laoliu said that "I took it" in a hurry was precisely because he was afraid that little martial uncle would cut off his arm and waste his martial arts.

But

Only Chu Yun, who pretended to be unconscious, knew that little martial uncle didn't leave his hand just now. The reason why he didn't cut off Yao Laoliu's hand was that his previous injury affected his spiritual power operation.

Otherwise, if you continue with this sabre, young martial uncle, Yao Laoliu will inevitably become a cripple, and you can't practice iron arm divine fist skills any more.

At the end of the battle, Yao Laoliu took his breath away and pressed his right hand on the wound on his left shoulder. When he was about to say something to the middle-aged scholar, his body suddenly trembled.

"... uh!"

Yao Laoliu stared in disbelief and felt a pain in his heart. When he looked down, he found that a bright knife tip came out of his chest and was stained with his blood.

When I turned around, I was seeing the cold face of little martial uncle. Under his stunned eyes, little martial uncle suddenly twisted the handle of the knife.

The blood splashed and Yao's heart was directly broken by this.

He died on the spot.