The situation is under control, and it depends on his mood if the other party has one arm or one's life. Murong Zhenwei's face exuded a sneer, confident that Li Xian would never leave Longhua Restaurant alive.

The iron rod waved on him several times and felt a little pain. The group of dog slaves were really cruel. Staring at Murong Zhenwei's confident appearance of strategizing, Li Xian really wanted to rush up and beat the bastard's face into a pig's head. This guy is really shameless, it's okay to ask you to get into the trap. He didn't care about his image and used this pickled method. On his territory, a group of people beat the young master. It seems that the Murong family is all a group of shameless bastards. After rubbing the shoulders hit by the iron rod, Li Xian smiled and said lightly: "If you want my life, you can do it yourself."

"Hmph... It depends on when you are tough." Murong Zhenwei didn't expect that this playboy was a little stubborn, with a touch of viciousness on his face and said coldly.

"At least it is so hard that it can fuck all the women in your Murong family." Li Xian shrugged and greeted all the women in the Murong family with elegant words.

Hearing such elegant insulting words, the group of thugs who were surrounding Li Xian couldn't help laughing, but when he looked at Murong Zhenwei with anger on his face, he immediately stopped the urge to laugh, and his face turned red. A few of them couldn't hold it in, and couldn't help laughing. Sun Sisi, who was worried, did not expect that this little hooligan could even greet all the women of the Murong family in the face of the life and death entrance. Her pale little face turned shy and blushed, and she severely despised the little hooligan with unhealthy thoughts in her heart.

"Looking for death." Murong Zhenwei looked at his group of subordinates coldly, and roared angrily, and rushed towards Li Xian with great strides.

Staring at the magnificent Murong Zhenwei coming to kill him, Li Xian immediately calmed down and stared at the other party with his eyes tightly.

In a blink of an eye, Murong Zhenwei's fist came to him. He had just had a brief fight and knew that this person's kung fu was not weak. Li Xian did not dare to be careless at all, and quickly avoided it. Then he ran "Fuyao Jiubeng Fist" all over his body, and his sharp boxing technique bombarded Murong Zhenwei's lower abdomen.

He punched out, but he didn't expect the other party to dodge. Murong Zhenwei's anger was completely ignited. When he noticed Li Xian's attack, Murong Zhenwei immediately closed his fist, grabbed the fist that was trying to kill his abdomen with his wide palm, and suddenly exerted force.

When his fist was captured, a hint of horror flashed across Li Xian's eyes. Unexpectedly, Murong Zhenwei was so great. He suddenly felt that his fist was pinched so much that his bones were almost broken. If he continued to be pinched down by the other party, he would probably be seriously injured even if he was not slaughtered. Li Xian stomped his feet hard, his whole body hung upside down, and kicked Murong Zhenwei's head with tricky feet.

Murong Zhenwei, whose scarlet eyes were staring at Li Xian, did not expect that this person would be so tenacious, and quickly reached out to resist the kicking of Li Xian.

"Bang……"

The arms and calf collided violently. Under the force of the opponent's arm, Li Xian's body immediately turned up, then his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, his whole body jumped up, and his legs completely hit Murong Zhenwei's chin.

He just resisted the opponent's attack and did not pull out his hands. Murong Zhenwei never expected Li Xian to be so tricky. When he realized that it was too late to let go of the opponent.

"Bang……"

With a muffled sound, Murong Zhenwei's chin was hit directly, and he took a few steps back; he suddenly broke the chin that was kicked out of place with his hand, and made a "click" sound. Murong Zhenwei's eyes were almost fiery, and the murderous intent on his face became stronger and stronger.

This young boy is really crazy. He has tried to get himself into a trap since he started.

Unexpectedly, I was still told by this kid for many years.

It's so damn.

"Murong Old Dog, your chin has not fallen!" After repeated hits, Li Xian quickly retreated, stopped seven or eight meters away from Murong Zhenwei, staring at the other party with a smile on his face and asked.

"Hmph...Next year is your death day. Come with a gun." Murong Zhenwei roared angrily.

At the command of Murong Zhenwei, two strong-looking men behind him quickly pulled out a long-drink backpack from behind, and pulled out the silver iron rod from the cowhide backpack with neat techniques. Then the two of them linked several iron rods in a rhythmic manner, but they were a three- or four-meter-long spear. After connecting the spear, they threw them directly towards Murong Zhenwei.

Taking the silver spear, Murong Zhenwei danced gracefully, with a lot of guns standing in his arms, and his whole body exuded a proud and domineering aura.

The gun is called the king of soldiers.

The marksmanship is the easiest to learn, it can be used and it will be effective immediately.

The reason why the Murong family achieved its current glorious status was that the ancestors of the Murong family gained a place with a spear in their hands and gradually developed the current situation; and Murong Zhenwei has practiced the spear for a lifetime and has achieved great achievements in shooting skills.

Sure enough, there must be a reason why the Murong family can have a place in Beihai City. It seems that Murong Zhenwei's strength has not been fully utilized.

Just when Li Xian was shocked, Murong Zhenwei roared angrily, and the spear in his hand came towards Li Xian like a fast dragon. Seeing the domineering spear "flying" towards him, Li Xian looked solemn and hurriedly dodged. The spear exuding a strong murderous aura kept stabbing Li Xian, with a magnificent momentum.

With just a few moves, Li Xian was already in a state of decline and was violently suppressed by the spear and could only dodge continuously.

Sun Sisi, who was really watching the scene on the field, looked worried with a cold look on her face, staring at the two people fighting, and a few silver needles appeared in the cracks between her fingers. All her attention was focused on the two people fighting. Sun Sisi was about to shoot out the silver needle at Murong Zhenwei, and the figures of two strong men who were standing aside appeared strangely in front of Sun Sisi. A card owner Sun Sisi held the silver needle's arm. Sun Sisi only felt a pain, and the silver needle in the cracks fell to the ground.

"Miss Sun." Hearing Sun Sisi screamed, Li Xian was distracted and looked at Sun Sisi and shouted.

At this moment, Murong Zhenwei's spear had already reached Li Xian's chest; he didn't expect that he would be caught by the other party after a little distracted. Seeing the sharp spear tip about to stab the chest, Li Xian looked solemn and a trace of despair flashed in his heart.

Even if you are about to die, I will still take you as a cushion.

Since he could not hide, the young master faced him calmly. Li Xian's face was filled with a strong murderous aura, his scarlet eyes stared at Murong Zhenwei, and he grabbed the spearhead.

"Puchi..."
Chapter completed!