Tong Yuan finally appeared, carrying the thunderous momentum of wind and thunder, making a brilliant appearance like a thunderbolt! Although he appeared a little late, he still appeared at a critical moment. His arrival gave everyone a dose of heart-warming agent.

However, despite this, everyone was still a little confused. Although this fat old man was known as the Gun God, no one had ever seen his ability. How much skill does he have in his hands?

Perhaps it was seen that the leader in black was the most skilled among the other party, or perhaps it was because the leader in black's arrogant remarks had just aroused his fighting spirit, or perhaps it was just to compete for his so-called world's number one, in short, Tong Yuan went straight to the leader in black!

The leader in black seemed to be very afraid of Tong Yuan. His eyes were no longer as arrogant as before, and his eyes were filled with a strong sense of alertness, and he stood up to deal with Tong Yuan's move.

Tong Yuan was very fast. He jumped off the wall and then ran to the black-clothed leader. He almost only blinked his eyes, and he didn't see any weapon the old man used. He just rushed straight to the black-clothed leader with his fist as big as a sandbag. Every move was quite domineering.

The black-clothed leader had a sword in his hand, but he didn't even need it. He just used his fists and feet to deal with Tong Yuan's attack!

Although he fought against Tong Yuan, for some reason, he seemed to not want to hurt the old man.

One by one, one after another, in an instant, they had already fought ten rounds and one back and forth. Tong Yuan's fist, as big as a sand bowl, became more and more powerful when he waved it. On the other hand, the leader in black seemed to have some concerns, and always only guarded but not attacked. In this way, it would be better for a short time, but over time, he gradually began to fall into a disadvantage.

The leader in black gradually struggled to deal with it, and his eyes exposed on the black-faced mask showed a look of embarrassment. While taking Tong Yuan's fist, he gritted his teeth and shouted hoarsely.

"Old crazy man, don't be too arrogant. I think you are old and pity you. Just let you do a few moves. Do you think I'm afraid of you? If you are arrogant, don't blame my subordinates for showing mercy!"

“Hahahaha~”

Tong Yuan was majestic, and he stopped the attack with the big golden sword. He no longer continued to attack. He looked disdainful and said, "He is the best master in the world. Do you still need to let him? I don't need you to respect the elderly and the wise. What kind of ability do you have? Just use it!"

The leader in black did not mock Tong Yuan for claiming to be the best in the world. On the contrary, he seemed to be very afraid of Tong Yuan's methods. He threw down the sword in his hand, took a deep breath, stared at Tong Yuan coldly, and set off his posture. He observed Tong Yuan in circles, intending to find an opportunity to enter.

Experts knew if there was any one, even though the black-clothed leader was just circling around Tong Yuan. However, it was already surprising that he fell into Tong Yuan's eyes. Tong Yuan put away his arrogance and muttered to himself, "This masked man has only defended but not attacked. He has blocked me more than ten moves but failed. Now he wants to use all his strength, but he is not panicked. In fact, he has the style of a big man. I am still just a good match with him at this age. In another three or five years, I am afraid I will be unable to deal with him."

After a quiet confrontation for a while, Tong Yuan suddenly turned his head, looked at Zhen Mi, and said, "Madam Yuan, you are not injured, are you?"

This action seemed to be sudden, but it fell into the eyes of the leader in black, but it was an excellent sign of the other party's distraction.

Under the influence of the energy, the black-clothed leader suddenly rose up, like a sharp arrow shot straight at Tong Yuan. The fist shadows in the sky were like colorful fallen leaves, falling layer by layer on top of Tong Yuan's head, like a storm. Tong Yuan only felt a pain in his face, the cold wind was sharp, and the unpredictable fist shadows on his head were unpredictable, so wonderful that they seemed to be familiar in a trance.

Why do you seem to have seen this fist come from?

But in a hurry, Tong Yuan didn't care about that much and immediately fought.

Tong Yuan deserves to be a master of the world. Even though he was taken advantage of by the leader in black, he was not panicked. He walked sideways to avoid the fist. His palms collapsed and cracked the rocks and slapped it out with a strong impact, and used clumsy to respond to the trick. A few crisp sounds of "papapapapapapa" resolved the first wave of offensives of the leader in black.

The leader in black was very skilled. Although the first wave of attack was blocked, he still had a backhand. Seeing Tong Yuan blocking his fist path and cracking his fast fist, he didn't seem to think about it. He took advantage of the opponent's counterattack to grab his hands, turned over, and jumped in the air, and kicked his legs upwards, attacked his face directly, and used the power of the momentum to attack Tong Yuan's left rib. He used both fists and feet, and used the force of hardness and cleverness to match. The old man Tong Yuan raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but applauded. Tong Yuan still thought to himself, "I thought that no matter how powerful this assassin is, he is not much better, but just in these few moves, his skills seem to be no less than the third brother Zhao Yun! No wonder he is so arrogant, but it is really famous!"

While thinking, he also flew and fists and kicks, using a lot of strength to fight, and then resolved the second offensive of the leader in black.

However, the man in black was unreasonable and did not give Tong Yuan any chance to attack quickly. But after seeing his figure falling, he suddenly reached Tong Yuan's left, his body sank, and his fists turned into swords, slashing the opponent's left and right knees. Tong Yuan was unable to make any moves, and took a deep breath in shock, jumped back, and jumped far away, barely getting the advantage of the opponent.

This time, Tong Yuan was really angry!

"Where did you come from the gangster? I'll be ungrateful if I give you some face? Let me take care of you!"

After saying that, the old man gathered all his strength, rushed out from left to right, and rushed forward and backward, heading towards the black-clothed leader. Tong Yuan was very proud of his face, and was suppressed by an assassin for three rounds of attacks. He had already made real fire. He did not hold back between the two moves, and used his own boxing technique to hit the opponent's door hard. However, the opponent seemed to be familiar with Tong Yuan's moves. He followed one by one with one move, and no matter how exquisite and tricky Tong Yuan's moves were, he could block them one by one.

After seven moves in succession, the man in black and Tong Yuan fought head-on. This move was not skillful, and he was really good at physical strength and strength. Tong Yuan was old and weak, and suddenly felt that his chest was hit by a thousand-pound hammer, which shocked his qi and blood stagnated, and he staggered and fell backwards.

Seeing that Tong Yuan was at a loss, the man in black shook his head and continued to attack: "You are old, but you are still the old tricks. This will not defeat me!"

Before he could finish his words, Tong Yuan shouted loudly and said loudly: "That may not be possible! I saw my unique skill created in my later years - the leg of a grandson!"

When he finished speaking, Tong Yuan, who was leaning back, quickly raised his leg with the force of leaning back, and suddenly blasted out. The leader in black was caught off guard. He was not blocked and was hit hard by a thrust into the black assassin...

The crotch is in the middle.

The man in black only felt a black look in front of him, and a buzzing sound in his head. A sharp pain from the crotch was like lightning, and hundreds of millions of pores around him seemed to have been over the electricity, and it was in great pain.

"Haha!" Tong Yuan's face was pale, he barely stood up, and said happily: "Tethief! Do you know the best in the world? How does this trick of breaking a son and having a grandson's leg feel? One kick is enough to make your whole family lose the queen. There are three unfilial things. No queen is the greatest! I see how you explain to your father in the future!"

The man in black had a strong concentration. After being hit by such a shocking blow, he still could move. He roared to the sky, jumped straight to the high wall of the temple, turned over and disappeared quickly on the back wall. The shrill roar resounded like the most vicious curse, resounding in the eardrums of everyone present.

"Tong Yuan. Silly old man! The ancestors of the Tong family will not forgive you for your kick!"

"……………………” This voice came to my heart, and there was no intention of changing my voice to cover it. Tong Yuan couldn't help but be stunned.

"How come this tone sounds so familiar?"

**************************** The events that happened in the Zhanghe Temple are long, but in fact the cycle is only a moment. When the officials and schools of various departments in Yecheng arrived, the matter was completely over.

All the people who came to assassinate, except for the assassin leader who was defeated by the "dead son and grandson", did not escape, but they seemed to have already determined to become a good person without success. All the people who were seriously injured and undead committed suicide by biting their tongues before being captured alive. By the time the Yecheng Tingwei arrived to take the people, there was no one living.

How could Yuan Shang not be furious if he was pregnant with his son's wife? He immediately dispatched the forces of the entire Ye City, including nearby counties, to search for the path to escape the leader, and ordered the entire city to block the curfew and order the Ye City Tingwei Mansion to solve the matter within a limited time.

Of course, Yuan Shang himself was not idle either. All the people who were mixed in the Zhanghe Temple this time were brought back by him.

Yuan Mansion in Yecheng, in the main hall.

Wang Yi and Li Ru knelt in the main hall, with Yuan Shang sitting in the top of the house, next to them were Zhen Mi, Xiahou Juan, Lu Lingqi and the guards who were eyeing each other. In addition, Yuan Shang's most trusted confidants Tian Feng and Ju Su, two Hebei Su Laos also accompanied him.

First, Zhen Mi explained the story to Yuan Shang, and then Wang Yi and Li Ru confessed to Yuan Shang. From the beginning to the end, Yuan Shang didn't say a word. He just closed his eyes and listened quietly to the few people's words. There was no joy or anger on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

After the incident was told by Zhen Mi, Li Ru and Wang Yi, Ju Su looked up at Yuan Shang, who looked unhappy and angry, and said, "Lord, what should I do about this?"

Yuan Shang closed his eyes and still didn't say anything.

Zhen Mi thought about it and stood up and said, "Husband, let's not talk about Li Ru. Although Wang Yi had a second thought at first, he was constrained by his whole family, and had difficulties. He eventually turned to justice. He even blocked his sword and kicked me. She was the benefactor of my parents and children. I hope my husband would be more serious than her."

Wang Yi looked up carefully at Yuan Shang. Seeing that his face was cold, he felt cold in his heart and hurriedly lowered his head again.

"Ba"

"Bang"

"Bang"

Suddenly, Yuan Shang, who had not spoken, stood up from his seat, walked towards the hall, and slowly walked towards the kneeling two people. After a while, he stood in front of Wang Yi.

Wang Yi knelt on the cold ground, looking at the pair of brocade boots in front of him, and his body began to tremble a little.

"Click—"

Suddenly, a big hand suddenly grabbed Wang Yi's fair neck and lifted her up from the ground. Wang Yi's body was cold. The power on his neck was squeezed and spread to his body, making his heartbeat frequencies extremely crazy.

A matter of every inch of force, just a pinch and a grasp can determine whether her life ends, and it is a matter of life and death.

Although Yuan Shang is not as good as a first-class military general, his physical fitness is there after all, and he leads troops to fight for many years. The power of one hand and one pinch is not the same.

Now, as long as he pinched it gently, he could strangle Wang Yi to death and make his fragrance and jade damage.
Chapter completed!