Talented Genius

When Ye Tianlong stared at the masked man, the other party also raised his eyes and looked here, and the two eyes collided.

In the emptiness, it seemed as if there was a whisper of sword fighting.

"Ye Tianlong!"

This whisper, almost squeezed out between the teeth, with a bitter snake-like resentment: "You really are Ye Tianlong."

In this gap, Nan Suhong staggered out of the door, with a look of fear as if he was worried that Chi Yu would be hurt.

Although Ye Tianlong knew that she was not a good person, 80% of them were the ‘breeders’ of Zhao Junbao and Park Xuanwu, but he was more interested in the masked man.

"It looks like you are really an old friend. How else would you easily recognize me? But I almost can't recognize you. You seem to be a bit fatter."

Ye Tianlong joked: "What? Too much entertainment during the New Year?"

The masked man said coldly: "It doesn't matter if I don't recognize me, I can recognize you."

Ye Tianlong gently pushed his glasses on his face, then stared at the masked man and asked: "You don't seem to want to see me very much."

"Actually, I don't want to meet you, because every time I see you, it's okay."

He was very helpless, fate always made him meet the masked man.

The masked man sneered: "It seems you are constantly destroying our good deeds."

"Stop talking nonsense, two ways, first, I will kill you and find out Park Xuanwu, and second, you take the initiative to hand over Park Xuanwu."

"Right, hand over Zhao Junbao by the way."

"A good innocent boy, you have turned into a killing machine with a lifespan of only three years. Don't you think it is a crime?"

Ye Tianlong's eyes became icy, as if thinking of his hard days, he would be lucky, otherwise he would be the second Zhao Junbao early.

"Ye Tianlong, don't you think you are too nosy?"

The voice of the masked man was cold and cold: "Although you are strong in wisdom and skill, there are still many helpless places in this world."

"Don't be self-righteous."

He issued a warning: "Otherwise your end will be miserable."

"Of course I know that I am not a **** and cannot dominate the world, but I think it is more than enough to take you."

Ye Tianlong smiled and stepped forward, staring at the masked man and said: "I suddenly became more interested, wanting to see your true face."

"Ye Tianlong, I just wanted to leave because I felt that it was not yet time to conflict with you. It doesn't mean I was afraid of you."

The masked man sneered: "If you have to seek death, I don't mind making you perfect."

When the voice fell, the doors and windows all made loud noises, and then three red-clothed monks rushed in and held Ye Tianlong with their Zen sticks.

Ye Tianlong's eyelids twitched, and he could see that these three monks were not simple but difficult roles.

At the same time, the surrounding wooden boards banged, then cracked one by one, and the entire house was instantly torn down two walls.

A gust of cold wind blew in from the outside, and with bitter cold rain, in the gloom, there were nearly a hundred men and women with different costumes standing.

The men wore gold necklaces and the women's clothes were exposed. They had a shield in their left hand, a saber on their back, and a short gun in their right.

They stood like pillars in the rain, coldly speaking and not moving, but they gave people a heavier sense of suffocation.

Ye Tianlong took a breath, looked at the masked man and sighed: "It seems I really made a small mistake."

He had already seen that this red light alley was a guise for the other party to cover up for evil, that is to say, this was the site and base of the masked man.

"I said, I don't want to conflict with you, but it doesn't mean I'm afraid of you."

The masked man sneered: "I'm so aggressive, I'm trying to avoid this base tonight, and I will also cut you down here."

"Tsk, a misunderstanding, what I said tonight, when I didn't say it, you also treat it as I never came."

Ye Tianlong laughed loudly, and stepped forward and spoke very stubbornly: "Everyone takes a step back, and the sky is brighter."

"And I have a good friendship with Mr. Rong, you and I don't know each other."

"Oh, the phone vibrates, someone is looking for me, I still have something to do, I will talk another day."

After speaking, Ye Tianlong turned around to leave.

Nearly a hundred thugs at the door moved subconsciously to block Ye Tianlong, and the three red-clothed monks also conditioned to step forward.

"Swish—"

The sudden change!

Ye Tianlong suddenly stuck to the masked man, pressing his palm to the latter's chest mercilessly!

When the masked man's eyes were cold and back, the three red-clothed monks all shot together, the Zen stick turned, the whistle was harsh, and they flashed towards Ye Tianlong like lightning.

The trembling sound of the Zen rod was indescribable.

The entire space seemed to be thrown into a lake of stones, with layers of ripples, and a series of weird waves flashing.

The palm that Ye Tianlong slammed, like a mountain, imprinted on the heart of the masked man, and his white fingers actually gave people the beauty of lotus blossoms.

With his other hand, his five fingers slightly opened, and at a very slow speed in the eyes of everyone, he slapped the three swept sticks.

"Ok--"

The three red-clothed monks snorted, holding their Zen sticks and backing away, their blood tumbling, and their mouths were in pain.

There was surprise on their faces, and he didn't expect Ye Tianlong to be so tyrannical. One person blocked the three of them and almost made them vomit blood.

"Ok……"

However, even though Ye Tianlong swept away the Zen stick, his movements were still somewhat stagnant, and there was pain on his face.

In this gap, the masked man shot, roared, and punched out.

Wanjun Thunder!

"boom!"

With the fist hitting, the masked man suddenly caught Ye Tianlong's weird smile, and then suddenly felt that his fist was wrapped in Ye Tianlong's palm.

An overwhelming strangling force also surged from the palm of his hand.

His face changed drastically, and he knew he had been fooled.

Ye Tianlong just blocked the three Zen sticks and was not affected at all. The reason why he showed his painful expression was just to lure himself into a hard touch.

"kill--"

Feeling the severe pain of his fist and joints, the man in the mask roared and tried his best to break free of his control, and retreated like a rabbit with an arrow.

At the same time, the three Zen sticks swept once again, blocking Ye Tianlong's pursuit route.

"Snapped--"

Ye Tianlong patted his right hand lightly and flew back as light as a feather. Then he stood on a sofa, like a man in a fairy, with his sleeves hanging down.

With Ye Tianlong's down sleeves, the fighting spirit of the masked man and the red monk was swallowed like a whale.

The three red-robed monks stared at Ye Tianlong, frowning when they wanted to attack again. They were very entangled, and finally he couldn't help but sighed.

They couldn't find the space for the sneak attack.

"Ye Tianlong, you really live up to your reputation."

The masked man swept his red and swollen fists, and exuded a touch of approval in addition to his anger: "Even I almost fell for you."

Ye Tianlong said with a touch of regret: "It's a pity that it's been slow for half a second, otherwise your right hand will be useless."

"Your opportunity is exhausted."

The masked man retired outside the house and screamed, "Done him!"

With more than forty guns lifted, they all pointed at Ye Tianlong!