In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Han Laomo tilted his head and glanced at the senior brother who was hiding in the car, and said uninhibitedly: "Have you been embarrassed by me twice and you have no face to see others? Don't hide, come out and chat."

He Tongxun twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a little suffocated.

This old devil Han is really fucking...a bitch.

The reason why the eldest brother is the eldest brother is not only because he has a good enough status and a strong background, but also because he is the son of the master and his martial arts talent is terrifying.

Otherwise, can we suppress these domineering junior brothers who have already reached the top?

Just looking at the Northern King He Tongxun, how many people in the capital can really suppress him?

Of the seven or eight old generation famous sword masters who came tonight, none of them were parallel imports. They were all real giants with powerful wrists.

The hard qigong junior brother went crazy on the spot.

The tiger's body was shaken, and he walked towards Old Mo Han with his head held high: "Tonight, I will crush all your stupid bones!"

Han Laomo pressed his thumb against the scabbard. When the hard-qigong junior brother came forward, he suddenly moved the scabbard, and the scabbard flew out, and a cold and biting blade landed in the palm of his hand.

"I heard that you have become invulnerable with your martial arts?" Old Mo Han pursed his lips slightly, turned the knife with his backhand, and raised it suddenly. "Let me try."

boom!

Old Demon Han took action.

He stood up with his sword drawn, his body full of murderous intent, roaring towards him like a substance.

Puchi!

The two just had a confrontation.

A bloody gash was opened in the lower abdomen of the hard qigong master, and blood gurgled out. The pain made the master sweat profusely and his face turned pale.

"Grass!"

The master became anxious: "You're going to kill me with a sword issued by my master?"

"You can also tease me." Han Laomo said seriously. "You are already invulnerable. If I don't use the knife, it will seem very disrespectful to you."

The master was furious and drew his sword.

If you draw your sword, you will see life and death.

Although it is cruel to have fellow sects fighting against each other, Old Mo Han is not very familiar with this master.

If you are tired, you will be tired.

Old Demon Han knocked the master a few more times.

It made everyone anxious.Eyes are red.

The rock-hard muscles on his body were also noticeably smaller and leaking.

"Your back should be well trained, right?" Old Demon Han came over with his sword drawn.

My stomach was bleeding, and my legs and arms were bleeding as well.

The back is probably the hardest part, so Han Laomo wanted to challenge the hard qigong master’s trump card.

"Fuck you!"

The master put away the knife, cursed and shouted: "No more fighting!"

Then he bared his teeth and bowed slightly to Senior Brother's car, sweating profusely and said, "I lost."

Can't play.

Can't play it at all.

This old demon Han's martial arts background is completely superior to his own.

If you continue to fight, you will really be killed.

The number one hard qigong master in Beijing was stabbed to death with a small broken knife.

The master felt very embarrassed and could not accept it.

Even this junior brother, who was not familiar with Old Demon Han, accepted the offer and did not fight to the end.

The rest of the group all have some friendship with Old Demon Han, and there are even some fellow disciples who are carrying gifts behind the eldest brother's back, and they are even less likely to kill him.

Jianghu, of course, must be about human nature and sophistication.

Senior Brother is no exception.

Click.

The door opened.

In the car, a young man dressed in white stepped out, with a handsome appearance, but deep inside, he was full of violence.

He is about thirty years old.

After getting out of the car, he closed the door carefully, for fear of making too much noise and disturbing the senior brother in the car.

"My name is Tang Yizhao." The young man in white walked towards Old Mo Han, with even a slight smile on his delicate face. "I only practiced one move in Famous Sword Sect."

When everyone saw this, concern flashed in their eyes.

This Tang Yizhao is the new generation leader of the famous sword sect, and he is the successor that the senior brother has painstakingly created.

His martial arts talent is astonishing.

It is said to be a single move, but this move can destroy the world and destroy the world, and no one can stop it.

The sword was dazzling.

Tang Yizhao walked away and drew his sword.

Approaching Old Demon Han.

"Uncle, I heard from Master that your martial arts talent when you were young was also different from ordinary people." Tang Yizhao stared straight at Old Mo Han, but there was a strange look on his lips. "It's a pity that all you can think about is love and love, and you've wasted your talent."

When Old Demon Han heard this, he glanced at Tang Yizhao lightly: "Are you worthy of taking action against your master and me?"

"Master is the leader of the famous sword sect. You are not worthy of Master to take action on your own." Tang Yizhao said with murderous intent in his eyes. "I can kill you with one move."

Whoosh!

Tang Yi moved.

One person, one knife, and an afterimage.

In an instant, murderous intent swept over Old Demon Han.

boom!

Blades collide and sparks fly.

Old Demon Han frowned and his wrists felt slightly numb.

The strength of Tang Yizhao cannot be underestimated.

But luckily, he only has one trick.

But Tang drew his sword again in one move.

"Isn't it just one move for you?" Han Laomo narrowed his eyes and stared at Tang Yizhao, who was filled with murderous intent.

If a young person makes a mistake, the elders will of course forgive him and remind him.

"My one move is worth ten knives."

Tang Yizhao's tone was cold and his murderous intent was high.

Old Demon Han's eyes darkened, and there was an aura of being deceived and irritable all over his body: "Bullying an honest person?"