Volume 2: Earthly Experience Chapter 88 Who are you?
On the other side, in Zhao Yingquan's office.
A red light fell, instantly splitting Wang Bing's body in half...
As the knife fell, a strange expression appeared on Zhao Yingquan's face.
No! This feeling is wrong! It's not the feeling of a knife cutting meat...
whoosh !
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed behind Zhao Yingquan, and then appeared beside Zhao Yingquan like a ghost, and a black light slashed towards Zhao Yingquan!
Sensing the danger, Zhao Yingquan quickly restrained his strength, changed direction at the moment when the tip of the knife lightly touched the ground, and suddenly raised it to block the black light that was coming towards him.
Bang!
The black light that was coming down was from Wang Bing. At this moment, a black sword appeared in Wang Bing's hand.
The sword blade was directly placed on the hilt of Zhao Yingquan's sword, generating a wave of air. The huge force instantly created dense cracks on the soles of this guy's feet.
"I said... who are you cutting?"
Black energy was surging on Wang Bing's body, and spiral energy was wrapped around the sword blade, constantly rubbing against the tiger-head machete in Zhao Yingquan's hand, making a hissing sound.
"It's not unfair for them to die at your hands!"
Zhao Yingquan had a gloomy face and held the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands. "But, don't you look down on me, Zhao Yingquan, too much?"
As if he felt the huge force coming from his arm, a gleam of light flashed in Wang Bing's eyes.
Immediately, a black shadow flashed again beside Zhao Yingquan, and a Yin general clenched his fist and punched Zhao Yingquan at the waist.
"snort!"
Looking at the Yin general attacking from his side, Zhao Yingquan increased the strength of his arms again, instantly swinging away Wang Bing's black sword. He flipped his wrist, grasped the hilt and twisted the direction, aimed the tip wrapped in Qi energy at Wang Bing's Yin general, and stabbed out suddenly.
laugh!
The moment the blade with Qi energy touched Yin Jiang again, Yin Jiang instantly turned into a ball of black gas and rushed towards Wang Bing again.
Wang Bing, who was knocked flying, slid on the ground for several meters before stopping.
"Oh my god, you have such great strength! I underestimated you, Zhao Yingquan!"
Shaking his numb wrist, the black sword in Wang Bing's hand began to dissipate, and finally turned into a pool of ink dripping onto the ground.
! !
"My subordinates told me before that a lot of ink stains have appeared in the gym recently... I was curious about where these ink stains came from, but I didn't expect that this was your trick!"
Zhao Yingquan got into position again, and a ball of light red Qi appeared on his arm again. The Qi flowed down Zhao Yingquan's arm and attached itself to the machete again, making the whole machete glow with a faint red light.
"An outstanding general, with strange methods...whose family are you from?" Zhao Yingquan stared at Wang Bing.
"Zhao Yingquan, don't you think you're talking too much?"
Wang Bing said coldly: "To be honest, I didn't want to cause trouble to you, but since you started to spend money to find Xiaozhan to check me, I knew that we would have to settle the score sooner or later..."
“That’s right!”
Zhao Yingquan sneered and said, "It's just that I didn't expect you to come to my door so soon! But, this is a good opportunity to get rid of you!"
"Yeah……"
Wang Bing took a deep breath, and the Wu Qi in his body began to be released continuously. The Yin general that had just turned into black Qi appeared behind Wang Bing again, followed by the second, third, and fourth...
Four evil generals appeared on Wang Bing's left and right, and evil aura began to spread in Zhao Yingquan's office.
If one Yin general could make Zhao Yingquan feel that he needed to take it seriously, the second Yin general had already made him a little stunned, and the appearance of the third Yin general made him a little unbelievable.
As for the fourth one...
Zhao Yingquan was in a terrible state. Four evil generals! What a joke!
A great shaman who looks only about eighteen years old?
Even Liangshan can’t cultivate this!
etc!
Zhao Yingquan seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Wang Bing with a hint of suspicion in his tone and said coldly, "You are not Bai Ze... Bai Ze may just be a pseudonym... Your last name is Feng!"
At this point, Zhao Yingquan's eyes widened slightly, somewhat incredulous.
"You don't need to guess what my last name is!"
After saying that, the Yin general behind Wang Bing suddenly moved, and his two huge ghost claws slammed fiercely towards Zhao Yingquan who was standing not far in front.
Faced with the sudden attack, Zhao Yingquan stomped his legs hard on the ground, jumped up suddenly, and avoided the attacking ghost claws.
Bang!
The ghost claw slammed heavily on the ground, creating a big hole in the office floor, and cracks on the ground spread like a spider web.
Just when Zhao Yingquan thought he had dodged the attack, the ghost claw suddenly raised up, drawing two black and purple streaks in the air, and swung towards Zhao Yingquan who was hovering in the air.
Capture the spirits and send the generals. Style 8. Scars of pain!
Bang!
A muffled sound was heard, and Zhao Yingquan instantly turned into a stream of light and was knocked away by the ghost claw, falling onto the steel ring.
…
On the other side, in the hotel, after learning that the boxing ring was attacked, Na Rubao hurriedly walked out of the hotel room.
Although he was mentally prepared, he did not expect Zhao Yingquan's retribution to come so quickly.
When he arrived at the hotel lobby, suddenly a solemn voice called out to Na Rubao.
"Where are you going, Mr. Leopard, so late at night?"
Hearing this, the leopard-like footsteps paused. He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and saw a middle-aged man in a white Zhongshan suit and short silver hair sitting on the sofa in the hall with a newspaper in his hand.
“You are!”
His leopard-like eyes widened slightly, and he obviously recognized who this person was.
"Mr. Ren, I didn't expect you to come to Henan..."
Na Rubao walked forward and sat directly on the sofa opposite Ren's father, saying, "As the head of a region, shouldn't you be in Wuhan now? How come you have time to come to Henan to take a look?"
"Yeah, I just heard recently that there was some trouble in Luoyang, so I came to take a look!"
After putting down the newspaper, Father Ren took out a cigarette from the cigarette box in his arms and handed it to Na Rubao, saying: " Although it is not as strong as Leopard Master's cigar, I have been smoking this kind of cigarette for more than 30 years..."
Looking at the cigarette handed over, Na Rubao was a little dazed, but he soon reacted, took the cigarette from Ren's father, put it in his mouth, lit it, and tasted it for a while, "It really has a unique taste!"
After flicking the ash off his cigarette, Na Rubao asked, "I wonder if Mr. Ren is waiting for me here to give you some advice? Why don't we speak frankly?"
"Master Leopard is open-minded!"
Father Ren smiled and said, "There have been a lot of troubles in your Xigu Pavilion's boxing arena recently!"
It is normal for people to die. People die everywhere these days. But it is not normal if too many people die.
"Haha, Mr. Ren is right! It's my fault for not managing Xiaobao well..."
Na Rubao naturally knew what Manager Ren was talking about, and laughed and said, "But don't worry, we at Xigu Pavilion will handle this matter. After all, we still hope to cooperate with the company in the future!"
"You're welcome, Mr. Bao! I do need to trouble Xigu Pavilion for some things in the future, but I wonder if Mr. Bao can lend me one person this time?"
