Tiger son-in-law

After receiving the call, Jiang Xiaobai hurried back quickly. When he got home, he asked Luo Bing, "how did Tang Dingjun come to Zhonghai?"

Luo Bing shook his head and said, "I don't know“

"How did you know?"

"Isn't the swallow placed next to Tang Dingjun, she said."

Jiang Xiaobai paused, looked up and said, "tell the swallow that she should not rush to contact first. She must make a perfect encounter, and Tang Dingjun should not be suspicious."

Luo Bing nodded and said, "indeed."

The two people sat in silence for a while and talked about some trivial things. Suddenly Luo Bing seemed to think of something. He patted his head and hurriedly said, "by the way, Jin Buhui just called and asked me where long Jiao lives. I didn't care before, so I told it directly. Is there anything wrong?"

As soon as this remark came out, Jiang Xiaobai, who had been sitting safely on the sofa, felt the green veins on his forehead jump and his heart was about to be hurt. He quickly stood up and walked out.

With Kim's unrepentant temper, he must have gone to revenge now.

But... At the thought of the big mouthful of blood that Jin Buhui vomited after the last competition with Jin Buhui, Jiang Xiaobai had an ominous feeling in his heart. Regardless of Luo Bing's questions behind him, he accelerated his pace.

On the other hand, in the Longteng Hotel, long Jiao is respectfully bending over and talking to a middle-aged man sitting in a leather chair.

"Martial uncle." long Jiao said hello.

Wang Cheng looked up at the wound on long Jiao's face and frowned, "what's the matter with your wound?"

Long Jiao gave a speech, and then said his wedding in Jincheng again.

After hearing this, Wang Cheng raised his eyebrows and was furious: "the Lord of the temple has always valued peace. He is not afraid of people in Xiaonanshan. This Jiang Xiaobai is too much and must be taught a good lesson."

After hearing this, long Jiao quickly echoed: "indeed, Jiang Xiaobai is rampant..."

Before the conversation was over, his subordinates asked for advice outside the door. Wang Chengzheng listened to long Jiao's words. The more he listened, the more angry he became. At this time, the whole person was angry, and he heard someone interrupt. The tone was even worse: "what's the matter! What's the matter with panic!"

The subordinate was so frightened by Wang Cheng's cold tone that his legs softened and knelt down directly: "long... Elder, there is a man outside the door who claims to be Jin Buhui. Now he is making a scene in the hotel. Many guests are scared to leave directly because of him."

As soon as long Jiao around him heard this, he subconsciously trembled, his face changed greatly, hesitated and said, "martial uncle, this..."

Wang Cheng glanced at the blue faced dragon Jiao, comforted him, and then said with disdain: "it's just a suckling boy who doesn't know how to live or die. Let's go and meet“

Then he got up and left. Seeing this, long Jiao on one side bit his teeth and followed up.

They went to the hall and saw what had happened in the hall, and their faces sank.

Jin Buhui was surrounded by more than a dozen experts, but he was still in the same situation. His body was like a flying shadow. He hit one of the experts, his right fist against the man's left palm, and then flexibly turned his wrist to clamp the man's hands. Then his feet moved, and his legs clamped the man's legs, making him unable to struggle. Then he threw the man to the ground. That's it A tight encirclement was torn open by the man. Then Jin Buhui turned around and kicked the man who was not on guard. With a cry, the man was kicked away, and then brought several people.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. When Wang Cheng and his wife saw all this and stepped up their steps, Jin Buhui had walked in slowly with his back hands.

Looking at the other party's look and leisure like visiting his own back garden, Wang Cheng was angry and directly attacked Jin Buhui's footwall. Jin Buhui stepped back a few steps until the gate.

When Wang Cheng showed disdain, when he continued to rush, Jin Buhui pushed back with the help of the force of the door threshold, crossed Wang Cheng's back, stretched out a knife in his hand against Wang Cheng's waist, Wang Cheng was surprised and hurried to dodge, but it was the sharp blade that cut his clothes, and Jin Buhui pressed Wang Cheng's shoulder when Wang Cheng turned around. Wang Cheng couldn't resist , he was suppressed by Jin Buhui and knelt on the ground. Jin Buhui's blade dripped on Wang Cheng's neck and whispered, "you lost“

He defeated Wang Cheng with three moves.

At the moment, a drop of cold sweat had burst out from Wang Cheng's forehead. He had never thought that Jin Buhui would be so powerful.

Jin Buhui, who was originally in an advantage, looked wrong after completing this series of actions, and then a big mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Long Jiao in the distance was scared to go first after reading Jin Buhui's series of flowing operations, but after seeing Wang Cheng on the ground and the blood stains on Jin Buhui's mouth, he bit his teeth and said coldly to those living experts, "get up! Let's go together! I don't believe it and I can't kill a Jin Buhui“

Then he waved to those people and rushed up.

The so-called two fists are difficult to defeat four hands. Although Jin Buhui is not an ordinary person, Jin Buhui who vomited blood at this time is not necessarily. Due to the attack of his old injury and the influx of experts behind him, Jin Buhui even had no time to suppress Wang Cheng!

His back has been exposed to the enemy. Jin Buhui also knows that he was defeated in the war. After a few resistance, he fell at the feet of long Jiao because of weakness and serious injury.

Seeing this, long Jiao made a color signal to the people next to him to help Wang Cheng up, then walked into Jin Buhui with a sneer and said, "Jin Buhui is just like this."

Then he picked up the knife on the ground and stabbed Jin Buhui in the chest.

Sooner or later, a small stone came from nowhere and suddenly hit Jin Buhui's wrist. As soon as his hand was soft, the knife fell off. Long Jiao raised his head with red eyes and said angrily, "who is it“

Outside the door, Jiang Xiaobai quickly walked in: "I!"

Long Jiao stared: "Jiang... Jiang Xiaobai!"

Jiang Xiaobai sneered and tried to suppress his anger. He raised his leg and kicked long Jiao slightly. Taking the opportunity, Jiang Xiaobai slapped long Jiao on his face: "you're just like long Jiao!"

Long Jiao has no power to fight back under the angry Jiang Xiaobai. He can only bear it. When Jiang Xiaobai is tired, he gets up and waves his sweat, puts his foot on long Jiao's neck, and slowly exerts his strength in long Jiao's frightened eyes.

"Stop it!"

The voice is old and dignified. It looks particularly powerful in this wide hall.

Jiang Xiaobai was stunned and looked back. Isn't this the middle-aged uncle he just met?