God-level wealthy son-in-law

Wang Shi and the others were almost scared out of their wits, they really grew up listening to his reputation, among the warriors in Jinghua, I am afraid there is no one who does not know the senior "Mosang".

That's Yang Ming's existence for several generations!
In terms of status, it can be compared with the ancestors of the Wang family!

"Wait...wait, isn't there a rumor that you are old and frail, with insufficient energy and blood, and are dying of illness? You...you...how..." Wang Shi was stunned.

The rickety old man Mo Sang said with a light smile: "Young man, practice hard when you have time, don't listen to those useless nonsense."

Just as he was speaking, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and a large black shadow could be seen in the corner of his eyes. In his eyes, it seemed to cover the sky and cover the sky, engulfing himself in an instant.

"No, this drug-addicted bastard actually made a sneak attack!" Po Jun said angrily with his eyes wide open.

Zhao Tai, Sato Ichiro and others were ecstatic.

They are here to assassinate, to complete the task, what kind of sneak attack or not, as long as they can win, any method will do!
However, the corner of Zhou Yi's mouth curled up, and he shook his head jokingly, "Don't underestimate the old man, he may have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice."

As soon as the words fell, as if to prove his words, the fist that was as big as a child's head suddenly stopped, not suddenly, but blocked, and only a skinny hand was pressing the fist.

"What?" Clark's face changed drastically.

In his eyes, this was really unbelievable. A skinny old man who was almost as thin as a stick, who was so weak when he walked, seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, unexpectedly blocked his own punch, a punch that could kill a bull!
"This... this is impossible..."

Mo Sang coughed a few times, shook his head quietly and said: "Sure enough, he is a young man, he is frizzy, and the old man has not finished his sentence. If he is so disrespectful to the elderly, he is not afraid of being spanked?"

"Looking for a dead old thing, pretending to be a ghost, I want to see how many punches you can block me!" Clark said angrily.

After all, the muscles all over his body bulged crazily, and blue veins suddenly appeared like horned dragons, and his strength soared crazily. When he stepped on it, the cement board was crushed, and he punched crazily.

"kill!"

A cold light flashed across Mo Sang's smiling face...

On the other side, Zhao Tai, Nissen, and Monica also stopped watching the show, including the two newly appeared sixth-level psykers, who were also boxing masters, and rushed to Zhou Yi together.

"Let's see who else will save you this time!"

In their view, only Po Jun and Li Xunhuan are the most threatening, both of them are sixth-level psykers, and they are still leaders. It is not required that the two sixth-level psykers on their side defeat Po Jun, as long as they can hold on for a while. good.

They have so many fifth-level psykers, and it is almost a blink of an eye to deal with a mere grand master.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi looked around, and it seemed that there was really no one left, so he said disappointedly: "It seems that you are the only ones, and the big elders will only send out these guys. Do it."

With a low shout, the faces of Sato Ichiro and others changed, breaking the army, Li Xunhuan had already killed him.

"Do it!" Monica also shouted.

But at this moment, a huge force suddenly came from behind, hitting her lumbar spine, cracking it instantly.

"Wh... ah ah ah puff..."

Monica screamed and collapsed on the ground on the spot.

It's not over yet, before everyone could react, the smirking Zhao Tai suddenly punched Sato Ichiro, the latter's expression changed drastically, and he was blown away by the punch before he could block it.

"You... poof!"

Zhao Tai gained power with one punch, and without hesitation, he threw a punch at a sixth-level psychic user.

But the other party was also quick-witted. Frightened and angry, they traded injuries for injuries. One of them was punched, and they all flew upside down, spurting blood on the spot, and their chests collapsed.

"Bastard, are you crazy? You...cough cough...I'll kill you!" The sixth-level expert roared with angry eyes.

It was unexpected, and he was injured in one blow.

If he had taken a step slower just now, with such a heavy punch from that bastard, he might have been killed.

Seeing this, Zhao Tai secretly sighed, this is the only way to go. Although it was worse than expected, it still took a fifth level and seriously injured a sixth level master.

It can be regarded as a profit.

Of course, he was also seriously injured at the moment.

For a gold belt player who can compete in the death ring, one can imagine how heavy the punch was. Now he feels like he can't even get up, and he naturally has no resistance when he sees him coming.

He hurriedly shouted: "Lord Pojun, save me!"

Sato Ichiro, who was vomiting blood, was dumbfounded when he heard the words. If he still doesn't understand at this moment, then he is really a fool, Anzi?Zhao Tai is from Zhou Yi?This bastard has been acting!
"Asshole, bastard!"

The top-secret assassination plan had already been leaked by him, no wonder Zhou Yi was confident.

This is a trap, a trap specially prepared for them!

There were screams from all around from time to time. Neeson and Monica were both severely injured and lost their combat effectiveness. Based on the number of deaths and injuries, a small half of the people turned back and attacked on the spot, leaving only two sixth-level masters with spare strength. .

But Sato Ichiro felt chills all over his body. Since Zhou Yi had set a trap, how could he let them leave alive?

It's over, it's over!

They are the fat sheep delivered to your door!

He looked at Zhou Yi, and there was no wave in the ancient well on that calm face, which made him feel a chill in his heart. The name of the Dragon Emperor is indeed not something anyone can question.

At this time, Po Jun's tall and domineering figure rushed out suddenly, and punched the sixth-level expert with a blank expression, one punch broke his arm, another punch hit his chest and shattered his internal organs, and another punch Blow up his sky spirit cover.

The simple and rough three punches beat the sixth-level master to death, as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

Those sixth-level masters have no power to resist!
Zhao Tai's eyeballs almost didn't pop out, is this the strength of Lord Pojun?Why does it feel stronger than a seventh-level psychic, but killing the same level is like slaughtering a dog.

Although the master was seriously injured, Zhao Tai felt that even if he was not seriously injured, he still couldn't survive five punches.

Even Wang Shi and the others were startled and stunned. This...why did the situation reverse in a short while?
There was another scream, and the last sixth-level master was nailed to death on the wall, with unwillingness written all over his face.

Li Xun Huan was still calm, and while playing with the throwing knife, he looked at Wang Shi and said, "Boss, I've taken care of everything, and that group of people... how to deal with it?"

Zhou Yi also took a look, and then said: "Kill!

The Wang family had no good intentions in the first place, so why should he be merciful? Even though the strength of the ancient martial arts family is unfathomable, and so many masters died, it still hurts.

"Yes!" Li Xun Huan grinned, feeling cold.

Wang Shi's face was pale, desperate, and Po Jun beat Sato Ichiro, and looked over with a blank expression.

He only had one thought, it's over!

On the other side, Clark was furious like a lion, and he shot crazily. The wind of his punches was like a strong wind, howling, but the more he fought, the more frustrated he became, depressed, he was almost exhausted, and he didn't hurt the old man much?

"This... how is this possible?"

"Who are you? You are not a seventh-level psyker!"

Mo Sang rolled his eyes at him, and said calmly: "Who says I'm a seventh-level psychic? Also, it's not that I am too strong, old man, but you are too weak. Although you are big, you are flashy and empty-handed. It's too weak, it's too fake!"

At this time, Zhou Yi said quietly: "Mo Lao, you are really old, if you can't clean up, I will ask someone to help you!"

Mo Sang glanced at the end of the battle over there, and said with a dumb smile: "It seems that the old man is too wordy, that's all, let's send him to God. In the next life, use less cholesterol and muscle-stimulating drugs."

"Let me show you what power is!"