Genius commoner

Chapter 822
All rubbish?

One stone stirs up waves, Qing Wushuang and the others have seen arrogance, but they have never seen such arrogance. On the site where the three gangs have the upper hand, Yuan Yuchuan's words and gestures are no longer simply shouting , it was completely provocative and insulting, so just after the words fell, Qing Wushuang roared: "Boy, court death!"

The three Qingmen disciples rushed to the stage roaring immediately, regardless of whether Song Jincheng was present or not, they directly waved their fists and attacked Yuan Yuchuan. Going up to fight, the shot was extremely fast and fierce. With a wave of his left fist, he hit the bridge of a person's nose in an instant, blood spattered everywhere, and it was bright red.

When he was shaking and about to fall, Yuan Yuchuan's right leg came out like a rainbow again, snapping off the other person's sternum, and before the two fell to the ground with screams, Yuan Yuchuan pinched the third person again There was a crisp sound from the throat, and then the burly body was thrown violently, and the opponent flew out like a cannonball. The three of them failed to hold a single move, and were all seriously injured.

"I told you, you're all trash."

Yuan Yuchuan was still standing on the stage, straightened his body and glanced at Qing Wushuang and the others: "The facts once again prove my judgment." He pointed at the three people who were injured and couldn't get up: "The majestic three gangs can't hold down Long Gu, and they can't win Ye Gong, he also beheaded Qinglong Zhentian and destroyed the bank, which is even more provocative, what do you say, you are not rubbish?"

"Boy, you are too crazy."

When Song Jincheng and Liu Yuanchao remained silent, a burly man roared and slapped the table and shot at him. Standing on the stage, he pointed at Yuan Yuchuan, who was 1.9 meters tall, and shouted, "Although you are Song Shao's friend, you can trample on me. For the dignity and honor of our three gangs, I, Qinglong Wanquan, will kill you even if I try my best not to be the gang leader."

Qinglong Wanquan, the acting leader of the Qinglong Gang, who manages the affairs of the Qinglong Gang on behalf of Qinglong Zhentian, the leader who can sit in this position, although he is not an ordinary small character, when he stands on the stage and takes off his coat, the naked and strong The muscles give people a great sense of oppression, but Yuan Yuchuan has a proud face: "In my eyes, you are just a piece of trash."

"Dignity and glory, you are not worthy."

Qinglong Wanquan roared, moved his footsteps, dust flew, and a pair of iron fists followed closely. With the huge force of his body rushing forward, the speed and fierce attack were amazing. Yuan Yuchuan raised a touch of disdain and clenched his five fingers , There was a burst of air-exploding sound, the shoulders sank slightly, the qi filled the dantian, the muscles of the whole body were pulled up, the fists hardened, and they rushed straight.

Qinglong Wanquan, who was originally going forward, felt the power of Yuan Yuchuan's fist, and instantly lost his sense of proportion. This force was obviously stronger than the power erupting from his fist, and it was so strong that he was a little desperate. At the critical moment, Qinglong Wanquan Quan's own rich combat experience saved him. He retracted his fist without hesitation, and then his body quickly shifted to the left.

He narrowly escaped Yuan Yuchuan's explosive punch.

Qinglong Wanquan, who escaped from the dead, did not lose his will to fight, and even made him stronger. He roared like a wild beast, his body landed in an extremely twisted state, and his right palm slammed on the ground, bang!His legs bounced up in an instant, and the tip of the pair of leather boots under his feet vibrated, and suddenly two sharp white blades protruded out, aiming at Yuan Yuchuan's throat.

But Qinglong Wanquan underestimated Yuan Yuchuan's strength.

Yuan Yuchuan swung his right hand repeatedly, and with just two jingles, the white blade had already become three pieces. When his foot fell to the ground in pain, Yuan Yuchuan stretched out his hand and patted his chest again, with a click, Qinglong Wanquan flew up with a muffled grunt like the three Qingmen disciples.

Afterwards, he fell heavily to the edge of the stage like a broken kite. Before a mouthful of blood spewed out, a hand touched the vital part of his throat.
Qinglong Wanquan's body was so stiff that he didn't dare to move around. If he could easily split the white blade into three pieces with one hand, he would definitely be able to tear his throat like tearing paper. Qinglong Wanquan had seen Yuan Yuchuan's shot before, but he never thought that His martial arts had reached an appalling level. Feeling the danger, five members of the Qinglong Gang rushed up and surrounded Yuan Yuchuan with a roar: "Let go of the gang leader."

"I said before, you are rubbish, but you don't believe it, and you want to humiliate yourself."

When Song Jincheng and Liu Yuanchao flashed a flash of approval, Yuan Yuchuan showed a disdainful smile, as if laughing at Qinglong Wanquan and the three gangs, and seemed to be mocking himself, or the common people in the world: "Whoever can hurt me Yuan Yuchuan, It's definitely not you, and the one who can kill me, Yuan Yuchuan, will definitely not be you, garbage is garbage, and it's useless to keep it."

With a crisp sound, Yuan Yuchuan directly pinched Qinglong Wanquan's throat, and a bloody arrow shot out from his mouth and nose in an instant.

Qinglong Wanquan's body was shaking, his clothes were stained with blood, his eyes were full of shock, he couldn't believe it, he just died like this, and then he collapsed to the ground, extremely aggrieved. Da, Song Jincheng also reached out subconsciously, as if wanting to stop it, but no one thought that Yuan Yuchuan would directly kill Qinglong Wanquan.

Before the dead silence of the audience could react, Yuan Yuchuan kicked the broken blade on the ground, several flashes of cold light flashed, and before the five bodyguards of the Qinglong Gang could react, they swayed with blood spurting out of a sore throat, and then fell to the ground with a bang , the life was extinguished, Yuan Yuchuan mercilessly killed any potential dangers, and did not give Qinglong Wanquan's cronies the chance to plot against him.

Yuan Yuchuan kicked Qinglong Wanquan's body away, and shouted to everyone with his left hand: "Who else thinks they are not trash?"

The elders of the Qinglong Gang got up together, with anger on their faces, they wanted to move forward but were blocked by the people brought by Yuan Yuchuan. Liu Yuanchao also waved his hand to tell them to stay where they are and not to act rashly. At the same time, he signaled the Song guards to block the entrance. To avoid chaos, the bloody smell in the hall became more and more intense, Qing Wushuang kicked the stool, walked to the front and yelled:
"Song Shao, what does this mean!"

Song Jincheng took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Master Qingmen, it's nothing interesting, the three gangs have disappointed the big bosses one after another, losing ground, being attacked, dead, internal strife, and the fighting power of the three gangs is scumbag. The situation is terrible, and integration is imperative, only in this way can we fight against Ye Gong, the position of commander, those who are capable, live there."

"I recommend Yuan Yuchuan to take the top position. If the Three Gangs think he is not competent, they can step on the stage and step on his bones."

Song Jincheng's voice raised imperceptibly: "This is not only what I mean, but also what the above mean. Don't think they are heartless. You have let everyone down."

As soon as these words came out, the three gangs of turbulent elders immediately shut up. Although Yuan Yuchuan was very unwilling to come out to disrupt the situation and kill people, but what Song Jincheng said was not true. It was true that the three gangs were too disappointed. In this situation, Qing Wushuang's face changed slightly, knowing that he didn't want to say more, he pulled out a sword with his backhand, jumped towards the stage and shouted:

"In that case, I will take Yuan Shao's head to protect the dignity of the three gangs."

Before Qing Wushuang could approach the stage, Yuan Yuchuan laughed and pulled out a saber with his backhand.

When Qing Wushuang stood on the stage, his footsteps sank, and an invisible sword force emanated from Qing Wushuang's body, making the mouths of everyone watching tremble.

Man and sword unite!

Qing Wushuang has almost reached the realm of human-sword integration, the sword force is emitted from the body, and the power is obviously more terrifying. Although the sword force is invisible, the floor is ruthlessly crushed, and a deep foot strikes instantly Appearing in front of the crowd, Yuan Yuchuan narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this, and there was a touch of light, but there were still not many waves on his face.

In the next second, Qing Wushuang, who was holding a sharp sword, let out a coquettish shout, and her figure disappeared on the spot. Her speed is difficult for ordinary people to catch with naked eyes, and even her breath seems to be out of reach, as if she disappeared out of thin air. The elders and children of the three gangs on the edge could obviously feel a mountain-like aura pressing down on them, making them unable to breathe.

No one thought that Qing Wushuang had made a lot of breakthroughs compared to before.

In the blink of an eye, Qing Wushuang appeared on Yuan Yuchuan's left side, her long sword stabbed out mercilessly, and her aura was like a sharp sword.

The offensive is fierce and perfect.

It's a pity that the person Qing Wushuang faced was Yuan Yuchuan, he stood calmly on the spot, pointing his saber obliquely, allowing the sword to approach him.

When the long sword was about to stab Yuan Yuchuan, his eyes turned cold, he raised his hand, and the knife fell!
There was no sky-shattering saber movement, no dazzling sword light, and there was a trembling sound, Qing Wushuang's long sword broke in two, and the whole person fell out with a muffled grunt.

Compared with Qing Wushuang's long sword, Yuan Yuchuan's sword had an advantage, cutting iron like mud, not only cut off the opponent's long sword, but also left a wound on her chest.

It's just that he shot too fast, causing many people to ignore the dominance of the sword. They only saw Qing Wushuang injured by one move, and they were surprised by Yuan Yuchuan's power.

Without a moment's hesitation, Yuan Yuchuan popped a word between his teeth, taking advantage of the victory to pursue, and then his body disappeared in place in an instant, leaving a strange afterimage.

Fast, so fast that people forget to breathe.

There was a rare look of panic on the falling Qing Wushuang's face. She could tell that Yuan Yuchuan's speed was faster than hers. Her naked eyes could not catch Yuan Yuchuan's movements at all. On the ground, she wanted to run, but the pain in her chest was like being filled with lead, making it difficult to move.

Yuan Yuchuan was like a god of death falling before Qing Wushuang's eyes. He blocked the latter's defensive long sword with his sword, and he raised his palm mercilessly, striking Qing Wushuang's chest angrily.

There was a deep and haunting muffled sound, Qing Wushuang's entire chest sunken directly, and a large part of his back also bulged.

A mouthful of blood spewed out wildly, Qing Wushuang's eyes were almost protruding, desperately trying to breathe, but his throat seemed to be tightly strangled, unable to breathe in air at all.

Unwilling and angry, Qing Wushuang fell down, his vitality extinguished.

Many people stood up together and shouted in unison: "Master Qingmen!"

At the same time, five of Qing Wushuang's cronies were stabbed in the back by Yuan Yuchuan's subordinates, and they resolved these troubles neatly.

Seeing the dead silence of the audience, Yuan Yuchuan raised his saber, pointed at the three elders and yelled loudly: "Who else is not convinced?"

"If you don't agree, just come up, I killed you today to convince you."

Under Song Jincheng's eyes, Long Wenjing, who had been silent all this time, came up and knelt down on one knee: "Long Wenjing is willing to obey orders."

More than a dozen Longzhuang veterans also bowed their heads: "Longzhuang is willing to obey orders."

The Qinglong Gang and Qingmen hesitated for a second, and after scanning the corpses of Qing Wushuang and Qinglong Wanquan, they all bowed their heads: "Qinglong Gang and Qingmen will go through fire and water, and they will die!"

Hearing the massive surrender of the crowd, Yuan Yuchuan raised his head slightly, looked at the sky above the hall and said to himself:

Ye Zixuan, competing in the Central Plains, who will win?
(End of this chapter)