The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 180 Leaving (for Subscription)
"Heh! Small tricks!"

As soon as Wen Twelve finished speaking, a cyan mask instantly blocked the two of them.

"Clang clang..."

The black beads hit the cyan mask, but it didn't work at all.

"Is this the only ability? You can't even break through my defense!"

With a wave of Wen Twelve's hand, a wind blade blasted towards Jack.

"It happened!"

Jack was startled, and sprinkled a lot of small yellow beads, only to see that the small beads can be absorbed by his feet, using this can greatly reduce friction, increase the speed of movement, enter the sliding mode, and try to use this force to move backwards. slip to avoid serious injury or even death.

"boom!!!"

I saw that the billiard ball thrown by Jack suddenly exploded violently around Wen Twelve, and produced sarin gas.

Wen Twelve's figure flashed and rushed out.

"brush!"

Suddenly, a thorny yo-yo attacked Wen Twelve, who had just rushed out. It was a No. 8 billiard ball, and there were many very sharp and spiky yo-yos in the gap.

"Fire Palm!"

Wen Twelve slapped it, ignoring the yo-yo.

"not good!"

Jack was startled, but it was too late, and Wen Twelve slapped his stomach.

"Well…"

Jack flew upside down, coughing up blood, if it wasn't for the yellow beads that took off a lot of attacks under his feet, he might have stopped eating.

Wen Twelve sighed, and with a dash, he reached out and grabbed Jack's anklet that flew upside down.

"To be honest, you little grasshoppers are quite capable of jumping without being very strong."

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Wen Twelve directly picked up Jack and threw him to the ground, directly smashing a horrible dent in the floor.

"Hmm~"

Jack, who was hit by a huge blow, let out a muffled snort, and several bones were broken in an instant. At this moment, in the dark, Master Chrysanthemum Altar saw all this, and his back was already dripping with sweat.

"Young leader... we should... withdraw!" Leader Lan swallowed, Wen Twelve's combat power almost scared them out of their wits.

"no!"

The young leader clenched his fist.

"Since you're here, let's all come out!"

After Wen Twelve got rid of Jack, he looked at Xue Lianlian's hiding place.

"Damn it, it was discovered!"

The chrysanthemum altar master was taken aback.

Wen Twelve exchanged Jack's Black Friday with a head of knowledge, kicked it away with his feet at will, and looked at the blood lotus sect with a smile that was not a smile.

"That's right, with a bit of guts, just a few of you little miscellaneous fish are trying to snatch back the medicine cauldron. Your courage is commendable!"

"Mr. Wen, since my Blood Lotus Sect entered H City, I have never had any conflicts with your organization. Why did you snatch the medicine cauldron that I have raised for 18 years?"

Although the young leader was afraid, he still asked with a firm head. At this time, Xiaomeng, who was hiding in the distance, froze. In fact, she had already seen it when the young leader brought people, but in order to verify Wen Twelve She kept hiding what she said before, but now that she heard the young leader say that she is the medicine cauldron, she froze in place like a thunderbolt.

"The 18-year medicine cauldron, hehe, it's really hard work for you, I enjoyed it well, and I also gained the skill of a Jiazi!"

Wen Twelve licked his lips and laughed softly. Everyone in the Blood Lotus Sect was surprised.
"Cuckoo!"

The master of the young master tightened his fist, making a sound like beans bursting, and gritted his teeth.

"You dare to..."

"Calm down, young master, a hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses!"

The chrysanthemum altar master reminded in a low voice.

"How the hell are you telling me to calm down? The medicine cauldron that Laozi has raised for 18 years has the power of a Jiazi!"

The young leader held the collar of the chrysanthemum altar master, and roared, that was the medicine cauldron that gave him a chance to break through the fourth level. Today's Blood Lotus Sect is not as good as before, except that the leader is a legendary powerhouse, but they even have a fourth-level medicine cauldron. No super strong person has ever been born.

Ever since the leader was hit in the head in a battle with the Immortal Master ten years ago, he has often become abnormal. He used the Zhenjiao Treasure Lamp as a lighting lamp. He didn't know it was stolen, so the cave was much darker and he didn't understand how to return it. thing.

Moreover, the leader always forgot how to open the blood lotus treasury, and hadn't taken out anything from the treasury for several years.

"Blood Dragon Claw!" The young leader completely lost his mind now, he stretched out a bloody hand, and suddenly grabbed Wen Twelve.

However, Wen Twelve couldn't help sighing that he couldn't hurt the other party in the slightest.

"Blood Lotus Sect, a sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, but now the young leader is so unsightly. Since you have made a move, it is not too much for me to rob you."

"Dare to underestimate me!"

The Young Master's eyes widened with anger, and he began to become ferocious.

Wen Twelve patted the place on his body that had just been attacked by the young leader, like dust.

"Blood Dragon Claw, are you sure it's Dragon Claw? It's not even enough to tickle me. You are too weak!"

"Magic Lotus Fist!"

The impatient young leader used the blood lotus sect's boxing technique and slammed towards Wen Twelve again. Seeing that Wen Twelve's attack was very casual, he punched the young leader.

"Crack..."

After the two fists collided, there was a sound of bone breaking, and immediately after that, the young leader screamed.

"Protect the Young Master!"

All the disciples of the Blood Lotus Sect rushed up one after another.

"Ants! A bunch of them."

Wen Twelve directly greeted the disciples of the Blood Lotus Sect.

"Stop it, Brother Wen, don't want it!"

Xiaomeng ran out at this time.

"brush!"

Wen Twelve stopped, looked back at Xiaomeng, and finally stopped.

"Fuck me! I thought I was going to die just now!"

Ju Tanzhu almost cried after the catastrophe and the rest of his life. He felt that if there was a real fight, a group of them would definitely not survive three seconds against the above twelve.

"elder brother!"

Xiaomeng looked at the Young Leader with disappointment in her eyes.

"Shut up, Laozi is not your brother, you white-eyed wolf, get out!"

The young leader was going crazy at this time, his dream of stepping into the fourth level was shattered.

Xiaomeng's eyes were gloomy, and for a moment, she became confused. Now that she is no longer the saint of the Blood Lotus Sect, what should she do next.

She couldn't go back to the Blood Lotus Sect, because she knew that when Wen Twelve told her everything, she was already a traitor to the Blood Lotus Sect.

"Let's go, I will invest in you and help me do things, they dare not do anything to you!"

Wen Twelve glanced at the disciples of the Blood Lotus Sect, and then took Xiaomeng away.

Seeing Wen Twelve leave, all the disciples of the Blood Lotus Sect finally breathed a sigh of relief. In a fight with him, they had absolutely no chance of winning. It could even be said that binding them together would not be enough to kill the other party.

At this time, in the headquarters, Uncle Tu was sitting in the meeting room with a smile on his face, and the commander took a sip of his coffee.

"It seems that the white-haired corpse king is beyond my expectation, Uncle Tu, I will trouble you again this time, when the time comes, you will be in charge of the five members of the second team!"

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