Just speculation?! Xiongba almost angrily bit his steel teeth when he heard this!

What he wants but cannot get is nothing more than speculation and fate! In this way, wouldn’t he not talk to the Clay Bodhisattva for a long time? Isn’t he a person with fate?

Xiongba, who was already suppressing his anger because of the failure of the Twelve Evils of the Southern Tianchi, could no longer suppress his murderous intent that could not be suppressed.

Regardless of Xie Feihong's proud record, a dark and deep wave as deep as the sea gathered directly on Xiongba's right hand, and was ready to take action directly, killing Xie Feihong, a child Huangkou who had always regarded as a big trouble, and all the people he brought to him, immediately killing him!

It was also at this moment that a cold and unparalleled knife intent suddenly rose from Xie Feihong, who was sitting on his right hand, and it was like slashing waves, directly splitting the violent killing intent that surged out of Xiongba’s body into two!

Then he was so mysterious that he stopped at Xiongba's neck with no mistake, as if as long as Xiongba dared to act rashly, the sword intent that could cut the waves and sea would be swung in an instant and kill him directly on the spot!

What a terrible knife intention! What a Xie Feihong!

Only then did Xiongba understand why this seemingly ordinary young man in front of him could defeat the first evil emperor, the sword saint, and others in a row! He had such a domineering sword intent before he could even use his sword. Once the sword was unsheathed, how amazing it would be!

Just thinking about it makes people feel trembling!

"Master Xiong Gang, your face doesn't look good, isn't it okay?" As if this horrifying knife intent was not what he sent out, Xie Feihong suddenly spoke with concern on the side.

Under the threat of this heart-shaking knife intent, Xiongba turned his head mechanically and squeezed out a smile and said, "...I am worried about the owner of Xie Zhuang, Xiong is fine."

"That's good," Xie Feihong couldn't help but nodded slightly when he heard this, and chuckled: "The leader of the Xiong Gang is responsible for pacifying the world and seizing troubled times. If there is a physical problem, it will be a regret for the people of Jiuzhou."

"You are polite to the owner of Xie Zhuang," Xiongba looked at Xie Feihong deeply, and then said in a deep voice: "I would like to encourage you to say this."

"By the way, the leader of the Xiong Gang seems to have something to look for the clay Buddha, so it's not convenient to say it out?" Xie Feihong slowly retracted the knife intention that made Xiongba's thorn on his back, and then asked.

"Since the owner of Xie mentioned it, Xiong won't hide it anymore." At this time, Xiongba simply said bluntly: "Xiong is different from the owner of Xie. Xiong believes in fate, so he has some questions and hopes to get the clay Bodhisattva, the best minister in the world, to give me some advice."

"So that's it," Xie Feihong nodded with a clear look, then turned his head and said to the Clay Bodhisattva: "Clay Bodhisattva, then you can help the Xiong Gang leader do some calculations."

"Yes, the owner of the manor," the Cassus nodded, and said bluntly to Xiongba: "I don't know what the leader of Xiong Gang is doing?"

Seeing the Clay Bodhisattva asking questions clearly, Xiongba's murderous aura almost lost control and it was barely calmed down for a while. He ignored the Clay Bodhisattva and turned to Xie Feihong and said, "It is related to Xiong's privacy. I don't know if the owner of Xie's manor is willing to do something convenient, so that Xiong and his noble family will be alone for a while."

"This...is probably inappropriate," Xie Feihong chuckled and said, "The leader of the Xiong Gang is not aware that my subordinates have serious illnesses and cannot do without the doctors I arranged for him for a moment. So... Xie can only apologize for the request of the leader of the Xiong Gang."

"Haha, understand!" Faced with Xie Feihong's perfunctory words, Xiongba couldn't help but gritted his teeth and almost ignored the matter of the Clay Buddha. But when he thought of the criticism that was related to his second half of his life, he decided to compromise: "Who is the doctor who is unknown to you? It's not unacceptable to one or two outsiders present."

"I have seen the leader of the Xiong Gang," Before Xie Feihong could speak, Duan Lang walked up from behind Xie Feihong and said to Xiong Ba: "Duan Lang is Mr. Clay Bodhisattva's personal doctor, and he is also responsible for the safety of the teacher!"

"Duanlang!" Seeing Duanlang standing proudly in front of him, even though he was so arrogant, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Xiongba has always forced himself to ignore this traitor who made him lose face, but he still forcibly appeared in front of him, and in this way that he could not avoid!

"Random!" The king and the minister died. Although Bu Jingyun was not in the same way as Xiongba, he wished he would die early. But on the surface, Bu Jingyun was still Xiongba's loyal disciple. Therefore, he, who was already resentful to Duanlang, stood up directly from behind Xiongba and angrily scolded Duanlang: "My master is talking to your owner, so there is no room for you, the servant, to interrupt!"

Without seeing Xiong Ba show his most ideal expression, Duan Lang couldn't help but look disappointed in his eyes. So when facing Bu Jingyun who stood up, his tone was naturally not good, and he sneered directly: "It turns out that he is the Lord Bu, and he deserves to be the master of Xiong's Gang. His injury is healed so quickly."

"You are looking for death!" Bu Jingyun secretly glanced at Xiongba and found that he seemed to have agreed to his behavior. So he took action without hesitation, jumped, and his whole body turned into a dark cloud, covering Duanlang!

The tenth pose of the clouds, the disaster comes from the sky!

At this time, Bu Jingyun was carrying the erratic energy like a cloud, and he looked down from a high place, turning into a giant palm, slapped at the Broken Wave.

What a Bu Jingyun! It fully demonstrates the meaning of Yun Wuchang in the Paiyun Palm!

Not only did Xie Feihong's eyes lit up slightly, but even Xiongba nodded with satisfaction in waiting for the next development.

Nie Feng, who had not yet fought with Duan Lang, could not help but have a trace of concern for Duan Lang flashed in his eyes. As for Qin Shuang, who was captured with Bu Jingyun last time, he was ready to take action at any time. As the only two people in the World Association who knew Duan Lang's specific strength, he knew very well. Although Bu Jingyun's Yun Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm was sharp and impermanent, it was not enough to take Duan Lang!

"It's you who is looking for death!" Facing Bu Jingyun, who was like a dark cloud, Duan Lang sneered and rose up. The fire-in sword in his hand was directly deshewned. In Xiongba's somewhat horrified gaze, he directly turned into the noon sun, and roared with the rolling heat waves to roll towards the cloud palm that was snapped like the dark clouds!

The palm is strong enough to tear the clouds and waves!

The sword is unparalleled and has the ability to cut off the mountain and cut off the sea!

The sword palms intersected, and a hurricane roared and rolled in all directions, causing some servants with relatively weak skills in the hall to be blown away, rolling in all directions like rolling gourds!

The two people who fought were indeed as Qin Shuang expected. The Fire Lin Sword directly broke Bu Jingyun's Paiyun Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Palm Pal

"Junior Brother Yun! I offended you!" Qin Shuang, who had been prepared for the junior brother, could not bear it when she saw that her junior brother was injured. Seeing that his master and the owner Xie did not express anything, she directly reminded her and then took action. She was covered with a cold air, and she stepped on her step, and a punch carried the momentum of cracking stones and shattering gold, and then hammered towards the Broken Wave!

Sky Frost! The tenth style, proudly snow and frost!

PS: Thanks to 20202050, the barbaric Shaomai, and the rewards of Liumo Wuwo Sword Twenty-three.

Some book friends said that Wuming should not be of this kind of spirit, and the author's writing should be somewhat similar to Pojun.

Regarding this, the author believes that if it were Pojun, he would not care about the life or death of the servants.

On the contrary, if Wuming is, if you slapped him in the face, he might not care. But if you care about the person he cares about, he might be angry.
Chapter completed!