Chapter 463： Waste work

"Bang!" Zheng Lide flew out.

The crowd was shocked, and the immediate thought was not to pounce on this wretched middle-aged man, but to find King An and protect him.

It is a pity that King An had already penetrated into the woods. They could not find it, and they could only reach the wretched middle age.

The insignificant middle-aged man sneered: "Chu Li, can't come out!"

The night sky was quiet and did not respond.

"Okay, then I'll kill everyone in King An's Mansion!" The wretched middle-aged drank aloud, the sound was like a hong bell, and the birds in the woods fluttered.

The guards rushed over.

The wretched middle-aged laughed and greeted.

"Bang bang bang ..." A series of muffled sounds, one by one, the guards flew out.

In front of the wretched middle-aged children, they seem to have no resistance, and their movements are awkward and slow.

The insignificant middle-aged man is as fast as electricity, and his palms are like electricity, so fast that he cannot see the shadow.

In the blink of an eye, none of the guards stood up, and the speed of action was staggering.

"A good Chuli, really cruel!" The wretched middle-aged laughed and turned into a shadow, like a dark cloud suddenly disappeared, and soon disappeared in front of everyone.

The guards widened their eyes and endured the pain to urge the internal force, trying to force out this strange palm force.

It is a pity that the palm of Tian Lei's palm is strange, extremely pure, and extremely overbearing. Their internal organs are constantly being destroyed, and their kung fu have been severely damaged for a while. If they were not equipped with elixir, this would be a lifeline.

"Amitabha ..." Xing Ning declared a Buddhist horn, got up and came to the people, and yelled, "Everyone sits together, holding each other's palms against each other's back, forming a circle."

Everyone was convinced by him, and did as he did.

They got up hard, endured the pain, their faces were full of expressions, and they sat in a circle breathlessly, stretched their palms to the back of the person in front, one after another, and finally connected to each other to form a circle.

Xu Ning said: "The group of people is the palm of Tian Lei, which cannot be resolved by one person. Only by the strength of each other, these palm forces collide with each other and melt. "

Everyone did it. Slowly, they felt that strange palm force slowly melted away, and eventually disappeared, and the body's happiness also dissipated, like rising from **** to the paradise world.

This is extremely magical, looking up one after another, looking at Xu Ning incredibly.

Xing Ning He Shi said: "This is the unique solution of Ziyun Mountain Tianlei Palm, everyone can use it in the future, now go to Wang Ye."

The crowd was busy, and they got up, looking for King An.

They were all wounded, but they were fortunate to get rid of them, they would not worsen, and they could recover slowly.

However, when they think of the insignificant middle-aged body, they feel terrible, they are too fast, they do n’t respond well, and so many people are just like furnishings. This is the town school of Ziyun Mountain. No wonder Ziyun Mountain can become the top four. One of the factions is terrible!

They soon found the breathless An Wang in the woods.

The corner of An An's mouth was covered with blood, and he lay on the ground, embarrassed, and wanted to breathe at any time.

They were busy letting him take the elixir and the life-saving medicine, and then put Wang An beside the bonfire, and then each sat down and surrounded him, closed their eyes and adjusted their breath, and began to treat their injuries.

At midnight, King An slowly woke up.

Xu Ning was sitting beside him.

An Wang moaned, "Holy Lord?"

Xu Ning opened her eyes and whispered, "How does the Lord feel?"

"I'll get my life back?" Ann Wang said.

Xu Ning nodded softly: "He still has scruples and dare not kill the Lord."

"Huh!" An Wang gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Chu Li!"

Xu Ning said: "The chief executive may have escaped, so he chased after him, trying to use his life to force the chief executive to appear, but unfortunately the chief executive was not there."

"Even if he does, he won't show up!" An Wang sneered: "It's all his trouble!"

"Master, you are seriously injured and need to be carefully nursed." Xu Ning whispered: "Let's go back to the house first, we can't go to the government house."

"... Yeah." Wang An knew that if he went to the government house now, that would be his own humiliation.

Xiao Tieying had already been suffocating for a long time. He would never let go of this opportunity, and he would humiliate well. It is boring to go on his own now.

King An was struggling to sit up, adjust his breath, and his face changed suddenly.

He stared at Xu Ning: "My martial arts ...?"

Xu Ning sighed and whispered, "Master, you need to practice again."

"Who is this guy ?!" An Wang gritted his teeth and asked slowly: "Who disposes of my martial arts?"

"Geng Huarong." Xu Ning said: "The disciples of the previous generation in Ziyun Mountain are very good at the thunder palm and kill people like hemp."

"Geng, Hua, Rong ..." Wang An chewed, word by word, and seemed to imprint the name on his mind, never forgetting it.

"My lord, my life is still there, just practice from the beginning." Xu Ning said calmly.

An Wang said coldly: "His Lord spoke lightly. I practice from the beginning. How long will it take to recover to the previous practice?"

"I want to be able to do it in three or five years, according to the power of the Lord?" Xu Ning said.

"Three years! Five years!" An Wang sneered, then coughed violently.

Xu Ning touched his back and sent a breath of interest, and said warmly: "Why is the Lord Wang discouraged for five years, but in a blink of an eye, re-cultivation will make the foundation deeper and more conducive to the realm of the gods."

"Five years, five years!" An Wang said coldly: "Did Chu Li live another five years!"

Xu Ning calmly said, "Master, you deserve it, let him stay alive for a while, and it's not too late to pack him."

"No!" An Wang shook his head: "I can't stand it for five years!"

Xu Ning looked at him calmly.

King An bit his teeth and said, "Is there a way to restore martial arts in your temple?"

Xu Ning shook her head.

An Wangdao: "None of the four denominations?"

Xu Ning sighed: "Master, it's easy to save your life, but it's difficult to recover the martial arts. Today, I'm afraid that only the emperor and the **** of heaven in Da Leiyin Temple are masters. Wang wants to ask the emperor for help?"

"... No," King An slowly said.

He knew that if he asked his father for help, it would be all over, and he would be a walking dead.

The father emperor never wanted to let himself inherit the throne, otherwise, he would not agree to the family affairs with the government.

But he also knows that the father does not interfere too much with him. As long as he does not kill his brother, he will only look at it, but once he asks his father for help, it means that he will withdraw from the battle for the throne.

He worked hard for so many years ~ www.novelhall.com ~ for the throne, he could not get the throne, and it was boring to live, not to mention the restoration of martial arts?

"So, you can only practice it yourself?" An Wang Shen said.

Xu Ning slowly nodded.

An Wang said, "Okay! ... Go to Chuli!"

"Master Wang, it is estimated that the general manager has been hiding elsewhere." Xu Ning said.

An Wang snorted: "Look, I don't believe he can escape, maybe he's dead! ... If he doesn't die, kill him!"

He personally taught Geng Huarong's martial arts, and Chu Li couldn't escape the power of Geng Huarong's control. It was too powerful.

"Yes." Xing Ning was ashamed.

The crowd began to struggle and began to spread around in search of Chu Li with their wounded body. (To be continued.) Vote for the previous chapter ← Chapter list → Bookmark the next chapte