Skilled in managing a house

Zhang Yu heard the foreign language conversation. Although he couldn't understand what it meant, he knew that the man with black gloves was coming. He said to himself, this is really interesting, wave after wave.

Similarly, Zhang Yu couldn't help but complain. He originally thought that the lawyer was already at a very good level, but now, the people he encountered this time were more powerful than the others, and his lawyer's cultivation was obviously not enough. The calamity that Mr. Zhen mentioned is basically here. If you are slightly unlucky, you may lose your life.

These guys are all very old now. As Uncle Taishi said, in ten or twenty years, these guys will all be in coffins. At that time, it was his own time, but it was a pity that fate did not give him such an opportunity.

Footsteps came from behind, and it sounded like there weren't many people there, maybe twenty or so at best.

It was obvious that Zhenjun Xiao Lin and Lei Zhengyang were unable to take action. If a fight broke out, the foreign devils would definitely take advantage of them. All fools know that there are no ordinary people who can get down here.

Of course, the people on Lei Zhengyang's side were also a little puzzled. They had suffered heavy casualties along the way. How could Zhenjun Xiaolin bring down so many people? How could he do this? Any expert can see that the men in black under True Lord Xiao Lin are very limited in strength. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for them to get here alive.

Soon, the footsteps got closer and closer, and then a voice was heard, "Who?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't understand!" Zhenjun Xiaolin said directly without looking back.

His eyes were still focused on Lei Zhengyang. After all, Lei Zhengyang had already used the flame knife, and no one dared to be careless.

"Who are you?" a foreigner said in jerky Mandarin.

"I should be the one asking you, right? This is the place for our people. What are you doing here? Are you looking for death?" Zhenjun Xiaolin said angrily.

"You are so courageous! Let me tell you, we are the Black Gloves who judge the ancient Cusman family, Mr. Lyman, but I'm afraid you haven't heard of it! If you know the truth, get out of here, otherwise, we will kill you Just you!" The foreigner said again in jerky Mandarin.

Zhang Yu couldn't help but feel excited when he heard that the other party revealed Lehmann's name. When he faced the five major rulings, he had a good impression of Lehmann. Because from the beginning to the end, Lyman was partial to He Yunshuai. He and He Yunshuai were able to survive because of Lyman's support. Of course, all this was actually planned by He Yunshuai.

But right now, even if I show my font size, it seems to be of no use. After all, it is impossible for Lyman to come to this place. Even if he comes, it will still be a bloody battle for the sake of profit. As a Chinese, I can't say that I am helping Black Gloves kill Chinese people.

As soon as the words of the conversation came out, the old man in silver robe standing next to Lei Zhengyang immediately whispered: "Brother Zhengyang, it seems that a person with a big temper has met someone with the same temper as him. In this case, let's avoid it first. Bar."

"It's all up to Brother Dai." Lei Zhengyang smiled slightly, raised his hand and hooked it backwards, then slowly backed away.

Judging from what he meant, it was obvious that he was planning to sit back and watch the fight between tigers and tigers.

But what they said is not wrong. Zhenjun Xiaolin does have a big temper. Later, Black Gloves also had a bad temper. He always showed the intention to kill all his opponents as soon as he came up. In this case, Lei Zhengyang and the silver-robed old man simply stop participating and let you fight first.

Seeing Lei Zhengyang and the others retreating, True Lord Xiao Lin couldn't stop them. He couldn't start a fight with Lei Zhengyang first.

"Disperse!" Zhenjun Xiaolin shouted.

His disciples were already ready to fight Lei Zhengyang. Now everyone is looking at the new Black Glove. After hearing the master's words, they dispersed again.

Zhenjun Xiao Lin waved his hand, turned around and walked towards the back. People like Zhang Yu and Big Nose Lao Dao had no choice but to follow. This time, Zhang Yu deliberately slowed down as he followed. He didn't want to help Zhenjun Xiao Lin lead the charge and become cannon fodder. The other people who had the same idea as him were Zhu Jiuzhen and Liang Daji. All three of them walked slowly, and they couldn't keep up with the speed of the Eighteen-Golden Man of Zhenjun Xiao Lin. The three people gradually shrank behind the eighteen golden man.

At this moment, the three people looked at each other, and they understood each other tacitly. Even if Zhu Jiuzhen wanted to complain, he had to stay very far away. How could he have the nerve to report Zhang Yu?

Zhenjun Xiao Lin, the big-nosed old Taoist, four yellow-robed men, four black-robed Taoist priests, and the eighteen-gold man were walking in front. As they followed, they saw more than twenty people standing opposite, not all of whom were foreigners. Most of them are foreigners, and there are only four Chinese.

The leading foreigner was about fifty years old. He was wearing a black magic robe with a white cross embroidered on his chest. He was holding a Bible in his hand.

The clothes of other people are generally the same, either black robes or white robes, all with crosses hanging on them, even the four Chinese people are no exception. But among the crowd, there was a guy wearing a black robe and a black one-piece hat, who looked very strange. This outfit is no different from a black one-piece raincoat, and there is no cross on the body. More importantly, it is dark in the hat, and the man's face cannot be seen. The whole thing is black. If you hadn't seen the hands exposed from the sleeves of this man, holding a harpoon-like staff, you would have doubted whether this was just a piece of clothing.

"If you want to kill us all, it seems you have to see if you have the strength." Zhenjun Xiao Lin came to the other party and said arrogantly.

His eyes were like a tiger's gaze, scanning these people. But his eyes were soon attracted by the guy holding the harpoon in the crowd.

"We kill people with black gloves, and no one can survive." The leading foreigner obviously didn't know Zhenjun Xiaolin. Seeing that, he didn't take Zhenjun Xiaolin seriously at all.

Then, his lips moved, and a huge white light cross appeared in front of him.

The leading foreigner's finger immediately pointed forward, and the white light cross just hit Zhenjun Xiaolin.

"brush!"

"Ouch..."

Upon seeing this, Zhenjun Xiaolin immediately opened his mouth and roared.

His voice was like the roar of a tiger. Even Zhang Yu and others couldn't help but feel palpitations when they heard it. Fortunately, Zhang Yu discovered that the tiger's roar was not coming towards them, but towards the opposite side.

At this moment, Zhang Yu had a feeling that the power of this tiger roar seemed to be exactly the same as Mr. Zhen's dragon roar. However, it is slightly inferior.

"Crack!"

The white light cross that was aimed at Zhenjun Xiao Lin disappeared in the roar. At the same time, the leading foreigner and other foreigners couldn't help but push backwards, and they were about to fall to the ground.

At this moment, the guy holding the harpoon suddenly raised the harpoon.

"brush!"

A black harpoon light and shadow blocked the front of everyone and stabilized everyone.