My 24-year-old President's Wife

Chapter 348 Unknown Shot!

"Boss, if I remember correctly, this old man is your master, right? Is he your life mentor or your mentor? It seems that he is in a bad situation!"

The baron held back the pain on his body and asked in a low voice.

Not to mention that madmen like Mad Bull look down on the old man, even the baron thinks that the timing of the other party's appearance is very wrong.

The baron looked at Wuming with sympathy, feeling that at his age, he was supposed to be retired and enjoying life at home, but he had a good life, but he came here to join in the fun. It seems that he was also a very affectionate person when he was young, but , Now that I am too old, my old arms and legs have long been useless, right?
"Bad old man, if you want to eat a gun, you should try our knives, and I will give you a good time!"

A certain tall mercenary, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, pulled out the military thorns in his leather boots, his figure flickered, and he was about to take Wuming's life.

Wuming's body stood proudly, defiantly, looking up at the moon, as if he didn't have the slightest fear of the danger in front of him.

A cool look, although domineering, but in the eyes of these mercenaries, he pretended to be a bit too much, and he must be stabbed into a hornet's nest, leaving no room for it.

The tall and burly mercenaries came over without any ambiguity. In the blink of an eye, there was only a pop, and blood blocked their throats.

A bright red with a pungent fishy smell flew over the woods illuminated by the fire, adding a sense of treachery to this uneventful night.

"Quick, so fast..."

The mercenary's expression changed from disdainful and playful to the moment, his eyes were as big as copper bells, full of horror and horror.

Soon, his pupils were dilated, and he kept holding the knife tightly. The sharp weapon was less than two inches away from Wuming's neck, but he fell to the ground with a plop, dead.

"Second kill?"

The baron froze for a moment.

No, to be precise, he was completely shocked. He hadn't even seen how Wuming made a move, but only saw his arm shake so casually.

Like autumn leaves falling, with a strange afterimage, the mercenary just died.

This skill, not to mention his peak state, even looking at all the powerful opponents he has encountered, no one can match one-tenth of the old man in front of him.

"I don't bother to make a move, I will give you ten breaths of time, and disappear from here immediately!"

Wuming didn't seem to have moved at all, just like a vigorous pine tree on the top of Mount Tai, its shape still maintained the proud standing with its hands behind its back, and its confident voice was far-reaching and heavy.

This is not a negotiation, but an order, an order from Death.

As soon as the words were spoken, cold sweat inevitably broke out on the foreheads of the mercenaries. They all drew out their knives and guns as if they were facing a big enemy, and stood up to each other vigilantly.

The mercenary who died just now can be said to be the little leader of this group of people. His strength is already good. Even if he is eager to make contributions and is negligent, how can an excellent mercenary not even resist in the face of danger.

It can only be said that this old man moved too fast.

Not only fast, but also weird.

Without sloppiness, there are three thousand cuts of flowing water, and I am terribly unmoved. This is an extraordinary state that anyone must worship.

"Old man, it looks like you are very interesting, but it has whetted my appetite. However, I won't kill the old bastard. Let's go together and kill him!"

Mad Bull took two steps back, his eyes were like torches, and he looked at Wuming carefully. Since the other party's lightning shot just now, Mad Bull immediately realized that the person who came was extraordinary.

He asked his subordinates to go first, trying to estimate the opponent's weight in the process of Wuming's shot, so as to be sure of winning.

"Go to hell, old man!" The two mercenaries shouted angrily, raised their pistols and shot.

Bang bang, two bullets shot at Wuming with a deadly speed.

At a distance of more than twenty meters, professional mercenaries made another move. For ordinary people, they would have died long ago, so there is no reason to survive.

However, at the same time as the two mercenaries fired, Wuming's hands behind his back shook violently, and with a whoosh, four scarlet darts flew out suddenly with dreamlike afterimages on his arms.

With two ding dings, the first two darts collided accurately with the bullets, causing dazzling sparks, and the other two darts flew towards the bodies of the two mercenaries in a strange arc.

Too fast, everything is done in an instant.

There were two muffled bangs, and the two darts hit the mercenary's forehead accurately, just like the one who died at the beginning, they didn't understand what was going on, and ended their ridiculous life.

Wuming's feet were a little softer, and he rose more than one meter away from the ground, like a spinning sword in the air, dancing in a gorgeous and elegant posture.

In the blink of an eye, four hidden weapons were shot from his body, defeating the stunned remnant soldiers ten meters away, taking all their lives, and then they landed on the ground steadily, as if nothing had happened.

"Crazy, cool, cocky!"

The baron was stunned, and swallowed anxiously, wondering if he was dreaming.

Who would have thought that a young Wuming would have such an extraordinary skill?
In a few seconds, with three actions, 7 elite mercenaries were instantly killed. This kind of efficiency in harvesting and killing people was even easier than chopping melons and vegetables.

"Boss, I have a question. I don't know if I should talk about it or not?"

The baron's pale face couldn't help looking at Brother Feng, and forced himself to calm down: "Your master's skills are already superb, why are you still only a diamond-level player? You didn't study hard before, did you?"

Hearing this, Brother Feng recovered from his complicated thoughts, and gave a forced smile.

From the day he met Wuming, there was an irreparable gap in strength between Brother Feng and Wuming.

There are two reasons for this situation. Firstly, Wuming didn't teach him all the skills of pressing the bottom of the box. During the more than a year of studying with him, he only taught Brother Feng the "Jiu Wenxian" boxing method.

This is what Brother Feng figured out by himself according to the exercise book.

Brother Feng felt that the other party had been hiding his secrets.

Secondly, he felt that it was not easy for Wuming to accept him as an apprentice. There was always a big gap between the two sides, and they could not communicate with each other openly. Therefore, when his strength reached the current bottleneck, he stopped moving forward.

In addition, Li Huaifeng thinks that his skills are enough, and he can't eat too much.

But this naive idea changed completely after seeing Shui, Huo Yasha and Mad Bull.

The truth that there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky, will always hold true.

"Boss, how strong is your master? Can he beat Mad Bull?" the baron asked in a low voice.

Originally, he thought he was doomed, but the appearance of Wuming made him see hope. Although the opponent's attack was fierce, but he killed only insignificant minions. The baron was deeply skeptical as to whether the cow could be beaten.

Li Huaifeng shook his head to himself, he also couldn't see how strong Wuming was, whether he was going to live or die today, he could only resign himself to fate.

"Old man, I can't see that you still have a lot of time. I respect you as a character. It's not difficult for you today. Get out immediately, otherwise, you will be chased and killed by General Chi Yan endlessly, and you will die!"

Mizuyasha clenched his iron fists and shouted loudly.

He and Mad Bull saw the attack just now, and admitted with shame in their hearts that even they were impressed by the opponent's cool moves, and even aroused feelings of worship.

With their eyesight, they didn't see how much power the old man used, so mysterious.

Shui Yacha is an intelligent person, he didn't want Li Huaifeng to escape in an accident when he was about to kick the door, so he put on the name of Chi Yan to intimidate the other party in an attempt to scare him away.

"Chi Yan? It's just a scumbag with a strong outsider, why mention him!" Wuming sneered without any scruples. This is the arrogance that comes from the bottom of his heart, and most people can't imitate it.

"Old man, are you planning to leave today?" Mad Bull was gearing up, his fighting spirit soaring.

He is a militant, and when he sees a well-matched opponent, his hands are naturally itchy.

Mad Bull confidently believes that with his own strength, he can't even beat an old bone?This is really a pointless joke.

"You have five breaths left, you either go or die!" Wuming said indifferently, not intending to talk nonsense to the other party.

"Grandpa Niu, I'll make an exception today and crush your old bastard to ashes." Mad Niu's eyes were about to burst, no one had ever dared to despise him like this, especially a bad old man, how could he bear it.

Mizuyasha and him looked at each other, tacitly intending to use all their strength to kill Wuming.

The two took out their respective weapons, one on the left and the other on the right, and shot towards them.

Mizuyasha's body is thin and tall, and when he runs, he is like flying on grass, but his strength and momentum are extremely strong.

Mad Bull's muscles are as rigid as iron, and his body shoots with the sound of piercing through the air, like a vicious dog from hell, crushing and attacking.

"Teacher, do you still think that you can control your life? Even this kind of ants who can't stand on the stage can kill you. You live in such a humble life. Don't you yearn for more powerful power?"

Wuming turned his head to look at Li Huaifeng, completely ignoring the mad cows and Shui Yasha who were shouting and killing.

What kind of lofty feelings is this that overlooks the common people in the world and smiles at the sky?

"A more powerful force?"

This voice resounded repeatedly in Brother Feng's heart.

He suddenly realized that Wuming let him kill people in the past, and later let him fight Hongmen and kill Qiu Qiankun. The deep meaning was to subvert his life and walk towards the mysterious path he had planned for himself.

In the past, Brother Feng sneered at this approach, but now, his heart is inevitably shaken, because his own weakness, facing repeated blows from Chi Yan's strength, has already made his heart burn with anger.

But he also hesitated, he didn't know what Wuming's real intention was.

But one thing is certain, he is not harming himself, with his strength, is it necessary to harm himself?

"Old and immortal, you have to pay the price of your life for the act of looking for death, take your life!"

Mizuyasha arrived first, and he had long been displeased with Wuming's extreme pretending to be B.

From the beginning to the end, you didn't take yourself seriously?

What qualifications do you have to be arrogant!
Mizuyasha exerted [-]% of his strength, holding a steel shield more than one meter high, and smashing it towards Wuming's head with a piercing sound.

Dazzling, an afterimage passed by, and the shield was about to smash down abruptly.

At this time, Wuming made his first move.

(End of this chapter)