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

Of course Old Devil Han knew what made Yue Qinghua angry.

Not only he knows.

Even He Tongxun and other famous sword sect strongmen began to break up the fight.

"General Zhang, this is an internal problem of our Famous Sword Sect. You'd better not get involved." A certain Famous Sword Sect strongman persuaded.

Zhang Xiangbei was really going to be beaten to death. It was very embarrassing and the military department would not be able to live with it.

He is the legendary God of War in Beimang.

He is a world-famous super soldier.

As a result, the cause of death was that he was beaten to death by an old guy over fifty years old with an iron fist as big as a sandbag.

If you say it, where will the country lose its face?

"Zhang Xiangbei." He Tongxun said with a serious expression. "The leader of the famous sword sect standing in front of you is a talented martial arts wizard, and his martial arts strength is almost terrifying."

"The intensity of fighting him is not military training, nor is it a military battle, but a real killing." He Tongxun narrowed his eyes and said.

Even Zhao Changying, under the hint of Han Laomo's eyes, slowly walked up to Zhang Ruoyu and whispered: "Why don't you go back and sleep with your wife? This is a civil war, and it's not easy for you, an outsider, to participate. .”

Zhang Ruoyu twitched the corner of his mouth and glared at Zhao Changying: "Then why did you call me here? What you are doing now makes me a human being, how can I step down?"

Zhao Changying frowned and said, "Your name is Zhang Xiangbei. How could I know that in their eyes, you are such a weakling?"

"In Beimang, I am invincible in a single fight." Zhang Ruoyu stood up with his sword drawn.

"Nonsense, you are the Beimang Marshal, who dares to steal your limelight?" Zhao Changying was not polite.

Zhang Ruoyu was anxious.

He raised his hand and pointed at Han Laomo's blood-stained trouser legs: "Your husband was cut and bruised all over his body and was consumed by the carnage. You let me go now?"

Zhao Changying gritted his teeth and said, "If he dies, I will bury him with him. It has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Ruoyu glared at Zhao Changying and then at Old Demon Han.

The old guy's eyes were evasive and he didn't even look at him.

Even the powerful men from the famous sword sect all looked kind and advised Zhang Ruoyu to leave quickly before he was really beaten to death by Yue Qinghua.

It's okay to kill Old Devil Han.

The death of Zhang Xiangbei was too bad and the impact was too bad.

No one wants the world-famous legendary God of War to die in front of their eyes. Even if he is not an accomplice, he will still be charged with refusing to save his life and suffer a loss of blood.

Ding ding ding.

The piercing cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Yue Qinghua frowned and took out his mobile phone.

Who would call me on such an important night?

But after looking at the caller ID, Yue Qinghua still answered the call.

After a few ums, Yue Qinghua hung up the phone expressionlessly, and glanced at Zhang Ruoyu, who was not human inside and out: "You go, I will spare his life tonight."

When everyone heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Tonight, no one will be killed. Even if he is disabled or crippled, at least no one will be killed.

Everyone knows that there is a terrifying mysterious force involved tonight.

It was so terrifying that even Yue Qinghua had to take a step back.

Speaking of this, the strong men of the Mingdao Sect began to persuade Zhang Ruoyu to leave.

Even Han Laomo stepped forward and pushed Zhang Ruoyu: "Xiao Zhang, leave quickly, he won't kill me."

Zhao Changying also lowered his tone and sighed: "Let's go. If you are beaten to death, everyone here will be held accountable."

Zhang Ruoyu also sighed and raised his eyes to look at Zhao Changying: "Listen, is that guy speaking human language? What do you mean by sparing him a life? He is your husband, my father-in-law, Zhang Xiangbei. "

"Don't you feel bad that he was chopped like this? Don't you want revenge?"

"Xiao Zhao, if you were Zhang Xiangbei, your father-in-law would be beaten and chopped up, and you would want to destroy him."

"Will you leave? Will you remain indifferent? I'm really going to leave. How can I, Zhang Ruoyu, explain it to Xuebao? How can I explain it to the former Zhang Xiangbei?"

Zhang Ruoyu raised his hand to push Zhao Changying away and pushed her to Old Mo Han.

Then he turned around, picked up the knife that Han Laomo had just dropped on the ground, weighed it a few times and said, "Isn't this a copy of our Beimang knife?"

After saying that, he raised the blade slightly and opened his thin lips slightly: "Everyone, stand back a little."

Bloated!

In an instant, a soul-stirring coercion exploded like thunder.

With Zhang Ruoyu as the center, it spreads throughout the street.

In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of troops and horses were roaring towards them.

The hearts of all the famous sword sect masters suddenly trembled.

Old Demon Han's eyes also became strange and horrified.

He grabbed Zhao Changying who was still trying to persuade him, took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "Your son-in-law is Zhang Xiangbei."

"Don't you all say that he can't fight and is a weakling?" Zhao Changying frowned. "Didn't you say that this is the end of the army, that is, He Tongxun?"

"Didn't you say that He Tongxun is not as good as you?"

"But he is not He Tongxun..." Old Mo Han kept chattering and murmured. "His name is Zhang Xiangbei."

"He is a Beimang legend who is famous all over the world and has millions of followers, Zhang Xiangbei."

Old Devil Han stared at Zhang Xiangbei, who had his back turned to him. His heart seemed to jump into his throat, and his blood was boiling all over his body. He felt the shocking aura of a strong man one after another: "It makes sense that Zhang Xiangbei can fight. ."