Making Great Fortune Overnight

Youzhong Anxi was hit by a hand made of visible light and shadow. It immediately flew forward and flew directly into the air. Then it fell from the air and sprayed with blood.

At the moment of falling, Anxi, who didn't fall to the ground, only felt that his throat was tight. Qin Lang had already bullied Anxi's body like a ghost.

Xiang Yayue was staring at the scene, unable to open his mouth and was at a loss. The gun in his hand was like a firecracker. He did not dare to play any role at all. He was especially afraid. At the moment, he drew the other party's attention to his side.

Qin Lang looked at the quiet grave Anxi faint voice: "you grave, you lost."

A few words, the weight is very heavy, Youzhong Anxi some breathless, feel the pressure that please did not have, and the thick despair.

He had estimated Qin Lang's strength for a long time, and used the best elite and the best of himself, but he still couldn't do it. His estimation was not enough, which made him laugh and die.

Qin Lang's skill is afraid that only the gods can defeat him. This is the estimation of Youzhong now. Qin Lang can hang him with one hand and humiliate him heartily. This is no problem.

Shame, extreme humiliation, made Anxi blush. Qin Lang's hand loosened in his throat. Anxi said, "I'm a new Japanese warrior. I won't ask you for mercy. You can kill me. We'll take revenge."

Pretending to be forced, Japanese style, youzuka Anxi has actually admitted that he is no match for his opponent, just to show his attitude and attitude of killing and cutting, but this attitude sounds ridiculous.

Qin Lang said with a smile: "well, OK, I'll meet your requirements."

At this time, Xiang Yayue felt that the matter had come to an end, and then she was herself. She was finally able to pick up her mobile phone, and then she shivered and repeatedly called.

"Stop it! Stop it

At this time, a majestic voice roared out and sounded on the side of the mourning hall. More than a dozen elite Japanese men and women came out with swords in their hands, and they came to the front in a big stride.

A burly old man in kimono strides forward, without a trace of expression on his face. It's just a little heavy between the nose and the breath.

Feng ER Qiao hand a, hold the black sword in the hand, tight three points.

"Father

"Mr. Youzhong."

Youzhong Anxi and Xiang Yayue make a voice together and look at Youzhong road field with eager eyes. However, there is little hope, because Qin Lang is really different, really different.

Gold medalists, poison experts, masters, as for what kind of master, no one knows, only know that no one can survive.

Youzhong Anxi and Xiang Yayue think that only Youzhong Luye can give Qin Lang a threat, but they are not sure whether the threat is big or not.

Despair, the despair in front of Qin Lang's opponents.

Youzhong Lu Ye didn't pay attention to other people's shouts, but looked at Qin Lang with bright eyes.

He finally saw the enemies of the Youzhong family and the ghost doctors at close range, but he also knew that it was not the time to be angry. Anger was worthless and would only hurt his own strength.

Youzhong Anxi is carried by Qin Lang like a dead dog, and will be killed at any time. When Qin Lang and Youzhong Luye's eyes meet, Youzhong Luye's heart is slightly shocked. The gaze is that of a bully. Looking at him is not only without fear, but also disturbing.

You grave Lu Ye is very strange that his heart will produce such emotions, he walked over and stood still: "young man, put down the tomb Anxi."

"I already know about Youzhong Chaogang. Next, I will check it out carefully. If you are really innocent, the Youzhong family will not seek revenge on you, and the police will not pursue you."

You grave road wild said some arrogantly raised his head: "I am you grave road field!"

"My words are law and Jinke in Youzhong family. Please give me some face."

"Let go the tomb Anxi!"

Youzhong Lu Ye's voice is hoarse and low, like a wild animal roaring. It is true that there is a son like his father, and there are many similarities between them.

"Face you?" Qin Lang raised his eyebrows and moved his hand slightly. Then the neck of Anxi was snapped and broken.

"You have no face with me." Qin Lang's voice is indifferent, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

When Anxi fell, blood splashed from his mouth, but Qin Lang seemed to have something around him to protect himself. A breath, a soft breath, so Qin Lang didn't get any dust. Although his clothes were very ordinary, they were extremely clean under the light, which was really amazing.

The blood is as bright as agate in the light of the shrine.

It's just that Anxi is doomed not to see that beauty.

He didn't want to die, but he lost his life.

He guessed the beginning, the process, but not the end.

He is the inheritor of Youzhong family, the backbone of the ghost doctor, and is also the ambassador of Yang state.

In the view of Youzhong Anxi, these are their own gold medals.No matter what kind of sin he committed, he would not end up with death. What's more, his wise father also came to the scene.

Death, too far away from him.

But Youzhong Anxi's fluke psychology didn't last long. He didn't expect that Qin Lang broke his neck without fear.

Death is not in peace.

"Mr. Youzhong!"

Anxi

When Anxi of Youzhong falls to the ground, all the people at the scene also respond and cry out bitterly one after another.

Anxi's eyes were red: "Anxi!" He is a popular candidate for the leader of ghost medicine. This time he came to China not to revenge his son, but to gain capital in China and lay a solid foundation for his position in ghost medicine.

Today's China is not what it used to be. The world is in China, and ghost doctors are no exception. Youzulu Ye believes that as long as he makes a move, China's victory will bring him strong returns.

Now, two sons died, what fame and wealth, Youzhong Lu Ye in an instant forget, brain came a roar, even after the wind and rain, still can't help feeling out of control.

He has shown his identity, but Qin Lang did not give himself face, directly in front of his face to directly kill the tomb Anxi.

His anger, surprise and grief were so turbulent that he had been in the world for a long time, and his whole body was full of blood and fury.

More than a dozen Japanese people roared wildly, and the scene was in a chaotic situation. The wind was not afraid at all. He drew his sword and stood in front of Qin Lang to protect him.

Xiang Yayue, however, retreated directly into the mourning hall. He was scared to death and worried that the bloody battle would continue on him immediately.