Ancient Wu killer mixed city

As soon as these words came out, Uncle Gui and Lu Yu's minds sank. Fujitora, that lingering shadow, Lu Yu's mentor, Han Ling's leader, a hero who can fight against the eight generals of the Huang family, what is he? Only Uncle Gui and Lu Yu knew what he looked like.Lu Yu can generally know that the siege by the eight generals of the Huangmen was not the cause of Fujitora's death, but that time really depleted his vitality. If it weren't for this, how could Fujitora be easily harmed.In Han Ling, where there are so many masters, there are indeed people who can beat Xiaolu, but there is no one who can kill Fujitora, unless it is Qinglong who has lived in seclusion for many years.

Lu Yu wondered why these monsters who did not interfere with Fujitora's well water joined forces to kill Fujitora. Isn't this a matter of enmity with the entire killer world?Everyone comes out to hang out for the sake of glory and wealth, why is this so?Just like the broker hypothesis in Western economics, people have brains, and he will only take action when he feels that his efforts can bring more benefits than losses.So if this assumption is true, then, what kind of incentive can make the eight generals of the Huang family automatically ignore the huge price of feuding with the killer leader?

For the underworld, the fear of killers is indescribable. Throughout the past and present, how many powerful underworld bosses died tragically at the hands of this group of people for some reason. The people here are the messengers of death, who is not afraid?It's just a person's fear.But they dared to risk the world's disgrace, and had a grudge with the chief decision-maker of the largest assassin group in the world. What does this mean? Above such fears, money?right?Jiangshan beauty?Lu Yu couldn't think of which one they wanted.

"Uncle Ghost! Tell us what kind of person he is! I heard that he is a very powerful person, isn't it?"

"Hehe, amazing? More than powerful, that guy is not human at all."

"What do you mean?" Xiao Qi didn't understand.

Uncle Ghost pondered, rolled his eyes and looked up at the roof, as if recalling a terrible scene, "I didn't know until a long time later that he used Wudang Taihe sect's kung fu. I told my master back then that this martial art is vicious and vicious. Spicy and weird, but when I saw it with my own eyes, I still couldn't restrain the fear in my heart. At that time, the eight of us thought we were the enemy of the world, but we were beaten to pieces as soon as we met. To tell you the truth, my body I got hit in the palm too." Uncle Ghost said, he lifted his clothes, and there was also a black handprint on his skinny back, but his one was very shallow, only the outer edge of the palm was more obvious.

"Hiss—" Qin Lan unconsciously covered her mouth as if seeing the scar for the first time.

Lu Yu saw it, that's right, it was indeed Fujitora's work. Lu Yu had seen this kind of unique technique before, and it was one of the only kung fu that Fujitora didn't teach himself. He refused straight away, the reason is very simple, this is a boy's work.Xiao Lu, who was still young at the time, resolutely gave up for Xiao Hua's happiness, and never mentioned it again.He didn't understand what kind of palm this was when he was in Fujitora, so he was very impressed. [

"Uncle Gui, why did you besiege him?" Lu Yu asked, the question he wanted to ask the most all this time finally came out, and he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

"Brother, you said that when you want to get something, but the other party refuses to give it no matter what, what will you do?"

Rob.Lu Yu remained silent. Although this was a very dishonest act, there was nothing to criticize in the arena where the winner is king. "What do you want?"

"It's like a booklet," Uncle Ghost said.

"Booklet" Lu Yu repeated, don't ask, it's probably the half of the book in his hand again.

"A booklet?" Lu Yu tentatively confirmed that what he wanted to ask was not half a book but a book?

"Yeah." Uncle Gui nodded and said nothing.

"Then" Lu Yu wanted to ask further questions, but was interrupted by Qin Lan, "Okay, okay, time is up, let's go to the venue." She winked at Lu Yu and stuck out her tongue wickedly. I hate her so much, the clues that took such a lot of effort to connect were blocked by her non-painful words, what a bad woman.

He thought to himself, but didn't show it on his face, he had waited for more than three years, why rush for a while, he gave Xiaoqi a wink, and followed to pack up his things and prepare to leave.

When they arrived, many masters from all over the world had gathered in the black boxing arena on the basement floor. They all came with others, but they were not qualified to enter. There are only ten tickets for each sect of the Green Forest Black Tie. All of them add up to more than a thousand.Participating in the Dinghui is like buying a movie ticket. You need to enter the venue with the ticket. If you dare to evade the ticket, it is not as simple as a fine.

The lobby on the second floor was already full of people. There were some acquaintances sitting on the 24 chairs around the ring, including Chen Jialuo who represented Taijimen, Li Zhao who represented Bajimen, and Lu Tianshu who represented Xingyimen.There are some benches around the chairs, all of which correspond to their sects one by one. Feng Bohai and Su Sanpao are both sitting here. It is said that they are all well-known big shots and are fully qualified to sit in front, but they are not Jinding. The holders are also indifferent to fame and fortune, and happy to be quiet.

Of the 24 chairs at the front, the three most distinguished ones are the three in the middle. There is an old man with white beard and hair in the middle of the chair. At first glance, he looks a bit like the revolutionary mentor Marx, or the legendary Mitutoyo , What a fairy style.It seems that he can be more than 100 years old but still has a ruddy complexion. He is wearing a gold-rimmed reading glasses, leaning on a rosewood dragon-headed crutch in his hand, and wearing a dark blue kung fu suit with a pair of open fronts. Most of the arms were exposed from the rolled-up wide cuffs, and the age spots were faintly visible.

"Isn't that Li Zijian?" Lu Yu heard a junior whispering as soon as he entered the door.

That's right, this old man is Li Zijian, a tycoon who has lived for more than 100 years, a master of Baguazhang, who learned from "Wudang Daoist Xu Benshan" and "Emei God Palm Li Changye", and is a representative of Baguazhang. Sitting there, in terms of qualifications and seniority, everyone can reach him, and he is a nine-dan martial arts.

"Oh my god, can he still beat at such an old age?" Xiao Qi asked Lu Yu, covering his mouth.As soon as he said this, the old man who was resting his eyes opened one eye, and then opened one, and two cold lights came out from the shriveled and drooping eyelids, shining brightly.When Xiao Qi asked Lu Yu, he subconsciously met his gaze, and that gaze made Xiao Qi tremble with fright, he knew what it means to have a blazing gaze. [

"Don't talk nonsense!" Uncle Gui grabbed Xiao Qi's shoulder from behind, and with a little force with his fingertips, he pinched Xiao Qi to grin.