The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 863 Who Can Block My Sword?
Chapter 860 Who Can Block My Sword?
The appearance of Quan Xiangguo immediately silenced the audience.

All the guests looked at Quan Xiangguo in unison.

There is curiosity, disdain, and inquiry.

Kill Miao Jingyun and the others...

What kind of confidence does a master Yijian who has been abolished for many years have to make such a clamor?
For Quan Xiangguo, who was as skinny as a bamboo pole, Miao Jingyun could probably beat him to death with one punch.

"Grandpa!"

Jin Zhiyuan hurriedly greeted her, and her frown was untied.

In her eyes, as long as grandpa appears, there will be no problems that cannot be solved.

Quan Xiangguo patted Jin Zhiyuan on the shoulder gently, and then walked slowly in front of Ye Fan:
"Master Ye, I'm really sorry. I originally wanted to treat you to a good drink, but in the end it made you too busy."

He smiled apologetically: "I'll make up for you later when I finish dealing with these trivial matters."

Madam Qian and the others couldn't help laughing, this 80-year-old man is too good at putting on airs.

After dealing with these little things, it would be nice to survive tonight.

Madam Qian felt more and more that the Qian family was right in standing in line.

Ye Fan waved his hands repeatedly after hearing the words: "Old man, you are being polite. Miao Jingyun came after me. I should be the one who said I'm sorry."

"I know he's after you."

Quan Xiangguo smiled: "Just knowing about my [-]th birthday party, and coming here to act wildly and hurt others, that's slapping me in the face."

"Leave this matter to me."

He asked Jin Zhiyuan to protect Ye Fan, then turned to look at Miao Jingyun:
"The land of China is indeed magical. There are kind-hearted people like Ye Fan, and there are vicious masters like you."

"But yes, without you villains, how can Ye Fan and the others look more noble?"

"Forget it, Shenzhou has sheltered me as a waste for so many years, and today I get rid of you can be regarded as repaying Shenzhou."

While speaking, he had an extra carving knife in his hand, and he was sharpening a wooden sword leisurely.

Ye Fan had seen this wooden sword before, and it was the one that Quan Xiangguo often carved while lying on the bench.

The wooden sword has been completed 90.00% nine, only the tip of the front end is formed.

Quan Xiangguo's carving knife is pressing its sharpness to the tip of the sword.

"I wonder who is speaking so loudly. It turns out to be Mr. Quan, Master Yijian."

Miao Jingyun was stunned for a moment, then furious, and then laughed again:
"However, the old man is 80 years old, and he is seriously ill. He doesn't even have the strength to walk."

"We just stand still, 99 heads will be cut off for you, I'm afraid you won't be able to cut them off."

With a look of disdain, he snatched a gun and pulled the safety.

"99 heads..."

Quan Xiangguo looked at Mu Jian and smiled indifferently: "It's a little less."

"Hahaha--"

Hearing Quan Xiangguo's words, they all burst into laughter, and the laughter of nearly a hundred people resounded throughout the Southern Chamber of Commerce.

Obviously, they all felt that Quan Xiangguo was self-righteous.

Madam Qian and the others also curled their lips. The old guy probably forgot to take his medicine and couldn't see the situation clearly.

"Old guy, you're so arrogant. I still don't quite believe when others say you're trash. Now that I see it, you're really old and foolish."

Miao Jingyun looked at Quan Xiangguo and laughed wildly: "You don't have dementia, how can you say that 99 heads are missing..."

"Don't say that you are an 80-year-old trash, even if you were ten years ago, you wouldn't be able to remove a single head."

While speaking, he snatched a gun and aimed it at Quan Xiangguo's feet.

Bang, a bullet hit the side of Quan Xiangguo, and the smoke filled the air.

What made Miao Jingyun unhappy was that Quan Xiangguo did not panic as he imagined, nor did he lie down on the ground begging for mercy in fright.

"Yo, a bit of a master."

Miao Jingyun was taken aback for a moment, then laughed grinningly: "But you were so scared that you forgot to hide, right?"

"Bang bang bang-"

After the words fell, he fired three more shots, all of which hit Quan Xiangguo's side.

More than a dozen elites from the Southern Kingdom wanted to rush forward to protect them, but Jin Zhiyuan stopped them with gestures.

Facing the flying bullets, Quan Xiangguo still did not hide, but continued to sharpen the wooden sword in his hand.

One knife after another, the front end of the wooden sword gradually became sharper.

"I'm not dead, I have some ability, I don't dodge three shots."

Seeing that Quan Xiangguo's expression remained unchanged, Miao Jingyun frowned slightly, and then lost interest:
"What's the point of me bullying you, an old trash?"

"Ye Fan, are you out of your mind and want to rely on an old guy to turn things around?"

He looked at Ye Fan again: "Do you really think he is some kind of sword master?"

"He's 80 years old, and he's still confused. He doesn't even have the strength to lift his trousers, let alone his sword."

"Come on, you kill yourself quickly, I will spare 800 people in the audience."

Miao Jingyun took out the red snare drum again and grinned: "Otherwise, I will let all the guests surround and kill you."

Seeing this, many people's expressions changed drastically, and they clutched their stomachs in panic.

They have already felt the power of the red small drum. When the drum sounds, their stomachs are like a knife, and life is worse than death.

Huo Ziyan and the others also frowned slightly. They didn't know whether Quan Xiangguo could suppress Miao Jingyun, but they knew that the sound of the red drum would definitely cause pressure.

The [-] guests who will be tortured at that time are very likely to attack Ye Fan in order to survive.

800 people attacked, not to mention that Ye Fan was difficult to resist, even if he could kill them, he probably wouldn't make a move.

So they shot their eyes at the accompanying bodyguards, ready to protect Ye Fan at any time.

"Miao Jingyun, you are the real waste."

Ye Fan took a step forward and stared at Miao Jingyun with a sneer: "You don't cherish the opportunity to fight alone, and you won't even have a chance to call later."

Miao Jingyun snorted: "You didn't even make a move, are you the one who can instantly kill me, or the old man who can instantly kill me?"

Mrs. Qian and the others also shook their heads. Quan Xiangguo likes to rely on his elders to sell his elders and talk big, and Ye Fan is also arrogant.

Quan Xiangguo smiled faintly: "With me here, no one can hurt Ye Fan."

Miao Jingyun raised his gun and pointed it at Quan Xiangguo's head: "Old man, do you believe I'll blow your head off right now?"

"Do not believe--"

While speaking, Quan Xiangguo made the final cut.

"Whoosh-"

A white light flashed from the wooden sword, it was not only full of sharpness, but also full of vitality.

It seems that it suddenly has life, giving people an indescribable agility.

At the same time, a fighting spirit bloomed from Quan Xiangguo's body, as if he could no longer suppress it, his whole body began to swell.

Even in the eyebrows and hair, there is a burst of vitality.

The wrinkles on his face and his gray hair also changed quietly, and he seemed to be ten years younger.

Withered trees come in spring.

A look of shock appeared on Ye Fan's face.

Dongxie and Xidu also stared at the wooden sword, obviously feeling a sense of danger.

Quan Xiangguo laughed happily: "The sword has been carved for ten years, and it is finally out of its sheath today. Who can take my sword?"

Miao Jingyun sneered subconsciously: "Old man, are you still playing tricks? If you have the ability to touch me."

"Okay, let's take your sacrificial swords."

Quan Xiangguo smiled faintly and held the wooden sword.

Fierce fighting.

"Go back!"

Dongxiexidu's expressions changed drastically, they grabbed Miao Jingyun and retreated screaming.

The moment Quan Xiangguo held the sword, they realized that this was not a waste, but a powerful man in the world.

Not to mention a few of them, even if they are all added up, they may not be enough to wreak havoc on the country.

Miao Jingyun also sensed the danger, and while backing away, he yelled: "Shoot, shoot, kill him."

The King's Gunner deflects his gun.

"Whoosh-"

At this moment, Quan Xiangguo's voice sank:
"One sword kills the immortal!"

A sword rainbow piercing through the sky and earth suddenly rose up in a shocking manner.

The wooden sword shot out from Quan Xiangguo's palm, and disappeared between Miao Jingyun and the others.

Although the three-inch wooden sword is small, it is like a sun in the sky, covering everyone's eyes.

At that moment, the whole world seemed to stop, and only the sword rainbow was left in the eyes of the eight hundred guests.

So bright!
When they opened their eyes again, Madam Qian and Qian Jiaxin found out in shock.

Dongxie, Xidu, Twelve Gu people, Undead Bronze Man and Jin's Gunner all have their heads removed.

Each of them had their heads chopped off.

With one strike, all powerful enemies fell!

The eight hundred guests were stunned, all dead silent.

Only Quan Xiangguo stepped out of the blood mist, standing proudly with a sword in his hand, his might shook the world!

"Zhiyuan, wash your sword!"

(End of this chapter)