Just as Wang Yang and Ouyang Haoxin were looking for the person who used evil magic behind Zheng Shubao's back to harm Zheng Shubao, in a private room, a man with a national-faced face sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room suddenly opened his eyes, and felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then his body was uncontrollably pounced forward.∈↗

When he looked up again, a little blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

A fist-sized blue smoke appeared in front of him. The blue smoke almost became transparent, as weak as it could dissipate at any time.

When the man with a national face saw the green smoke, he couldn't help but grow up, his face full of surprise.

Qingyan flew into his open mouth. After swallowing Qingyan completely, the man coughed again and hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth.

It took him a long time to recover.

When he let go of his hand, he saw bloodstains in the palm of his hand.

"Ba, ga, yeah, road!"

Suddenly, he shouted angrily, and the house seemed to be trembling.

Bang!

The door in front of him suddenly opened, and two men, one high and one low, came in. Seeing the appearance of a man with a national face, the tall man was shocked and quickly walked to the man with a national face, squatted down and supported him, and asked with concern: "Mr. Ma Teng, what's wrong with you!"

"Get out!"

The man with a national face, who was called Ma Tengjun, did not appreciate it at all. He pushed away the man who was helping him, raised his head and stared at the short man who was still standing at the door, and said angrily: "You lied to me!"

Suddenly, the tall man appeared all over his body with evil spirits. When he looked up, his eyes as sharp as an eagle stared at the short man at the door!

The short man staggered back, but his whole body was stiff. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave halfway. It was cold and biting, and his face immediately showed a painful expression, and he tried hard to open his mouth to speak: "I...I..."

But after a long time, he only said two words, the tall man frowned and jumped forward suddenly. The tall man was more sensitive than a cat, and his movements were as fast as lightning. In a flash, he ran behind the short man. The one-handed lord of his back collar actually lifted him into the air, his feet could not touch the ground, hanging in the air.

Now, the short man felt even more uncomfortable, and he struggled with his hands and feet, but to no avail.

"Baga, get out of here!"

The tall man shouted loudly and shook his hand. The short man was like a kite with a broken string and flew directly to the man with a national face.

"Ma, Ma Teng Jun!"

He was thrown into trouble, but the short man still felt much easier than facing the tall disciple man before. He didn't care about his soreness all over his body, so he hurriedly got up to face the man with a national face, looking panicked.

The man with a national face held the ground with one hand, his face full of haze, and the feminine gaze shot from his eyes was on the face of the short man, making the short man tremble.

"Didn't you say that there are no masters around that man!"

His voice was sharp and slightly feminine, which made people feel uncomfortable, and it was not matched with his slightly majestic national face.

"I, I, I..."

After a long time, the short man couldn't say a word.

"Bang!"

A level 1 extremely loud slap, the man with a national face raised his hand and slapped it. The short man turned his head up and turned it up, and a bright red five-finger palm print was printed on half of his cheek.

"I seem to have said that if you dare to lie to me, I will let you die without a burial place!"

The man with a national face had a very gloomy expression, but his anger had long been raised in his sharp voice.

Covering his face, the short man hurriedly got up, knelt directly in front of the man with his national face, covered his cheeks with both hands, lowered his head and said no more, and kept begging for mercy: "Master Mateng, I really don't know, I really don't know..."

“Baga…”

After a long time, the man with a national-shaped face squeezed out two words from his teeth.

At this time, the tall man came over and knelt down directly to face the man with a national face. He suddenly lowered his head and said aloud: "Master Ma Teng, what's wrong with it?"

"Mr. Aso, my magic has been broken."

Facing the tall man, the man with a national face finally felt a little softer, but he was still angry.

"It's broken!"

The tall man suddenly looked up, his face full of disbelief, and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Ma Teng, your magic is unpredictable. It's just now activated and it's broken?"

He slowly lowered his head, and the man with a national face seemed unwilling to believe it. He stretched out his hand and placed it in front of his chest. After a moment, his voice lowered and said helplessly: "Although I don't want to believe it, Aso, this is the case."

The short man covered his face, and a terrified expression suddenly flashed with a suspicion, but he didn't dare to say anything, and quickly lowered his head deeper.

The tall man's expression became very serious and immediately said: "Mr. Ma Teng, will he transfer immediately? There are many talented Chinese people. We are very secretive here. If we are discovered, we may bring it to..."

Before he could finish his words, the man with national face suddenly raised his hand, interrupted him, and did not let him continue to say it.

"hehe."

After a sneer, the man with a national face said, "The person who broke my magic tricks may have discovered our location. It's too late to leave now."

"In addition to the Earth Ancestor, who can break your magic so quickly? Does this KF have a strong man of Earth Ancestor?"

The tall man was shocked again, and it was even more difficult to keep his calm. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the short man, and immediately roared: "Bastard, that person has a land ancestor around him, so how dare you hide it and not report it?"

"No……"

The short man was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and spoke quickly, but he only spit out a word and then another "pop", and a loud slap directly hit his other half in the face!

A tall man takes action, but his hands are stronger than that of the man with a face with a Chinese font.

The short man spat out a mouthful of blood following the palm force. His teeth were knocked out for a moment, and he flew out and hit the wall over there.

With a muffled groan, the short man seemed to faint and no movement.

The tall man stood up and seemed to want to hit him again, but the man with national face stopped him: "Aso-kun!"

"Hi!"

He suddenly turned around and faced the man with a national face. The tall man tightly straightened his whole body, and suddenly lowered his head, waiting for the man with a national face to follow the instructions.

"You will not help you kill him now, and it will not help us in any major affairs. In the future, our major affairs will inevitably be free from his help."

The man with a Chinese face seemed to calm down, closed his eyes, slowly clenched his hands into fists, and pressed them to the ground, as if he was thinking about something. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!