He Zijing installed micro eavesdropping machines in various important locations of He family villa, such as He Dongming's study room, Fan Lihua's study room, etc. This WeChat eavesdropping machine was brought from the devouring settlement, and it was extremely small in shape and could not be discovered by ordinary professional bodyguards.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, the movements between He Dongming and Fan Lihua have always been under the surveillance of He Zijing.

Just tonight, He Zijing suddenly heard the movement in He Dongming's study. A guest came to He Dongming's study. It was Fan Sen, the young master of the Fan family. Because Fan Lin was beaten by Zhang Moqian, Fan Sen had to avenge his younger brother.

Coupled with He Dongming's fanning of the flames, Fan Sen mobilized the real master of the Fan family.

"Old monster of the Fan family!" He Zijing clearly heard these words. In the He family for so many years, He Zijing had heard of the legend of the old monster of the Fan family. It is said that the old monster of the Fan family can be ranked in places like the clouds of experts in the capital, and is the kind of master who becomes more and more abnormal as he lives.

He Zijing didn't know what was going on. After hearing that the old monster of the Fan family was going to be unfavorable to Zhang Moqian, he quickly sent him a text message.

"He is my ally. If something happens to him, everything will be in vain." He Zijing made an excuse for herself, but after sending a text message to Zhang Moqian, her brows frowned deeply.

If it was really the old monster of the Fan family, then could Zhang Moqian resist the attack of the old monster of the Fan family? Although He Zijing was shocked by Zhang Moqian's skills, for an unfathomable person like the old monster of the Fan family, no matter how strong Zhang Moqian is, he is only twenty-two years old after all. Although he is afraid of being strong at a young age, Zhang Moqian is too young and has lost too much to the old monster of the Fan family in boxing.

Do you want to save him?

He Zijing was in a tangle. She knew that as long as she went, no matter how well she covered it up, with the ability of the old monster of the Fan family, she would definitely recognize herself... By then, everything would be defeated.

But if he doesn't go...will Zhang Moqian be beaten to death?

Just when He Zijing was struggling, on the Huangpu River.

Seven men in white walked slowly towards Zhang Moqian, and Zhang Moqian also looked at the seven people with interest. He didn't expect that the long-legged girl had just finished sending a text message, and the person who wanted to kill him came.

However, he didn't understand a little.

Didn’t the girl with long legs say that the old monster of the Fan family? Why are there seven people? And after entering, Zhang Moqian realized that these seven men in white were all very expensive, Versace. The combination of four men and three women looked like they were only in their thirties.

Does this have nothing to do with the old monster?

Zhang Moqian knew that there was no need to lie to her for a long-legged girl. As she thought about it, Zhang Moqian took a breath. Could it be that the real old monster of the Fan family was hiding in the dark, and these seven people were just ordinary minions?

Zhang Moqian could not bear to think too much, seven men in white had approached and surrounded Zhang Moqian by the Huangpu River.

"Who are you?" Zhang Moqian said coldly.

"Since you are destined to die today, it doesn't matter to tell you. We are the seven spirits of the Fan family." A man in the lead said with disdain.

"The Seven Spirits of the Fan Family? What a shit?" Zhang Moqian said in confusion.

"Looking for death!" A woman with a good appearance moved her body and was about to rush towards Zhang Moqian, but was pulled by a handsome man standing in the center with her eyes flashing.

"It's useless to play with your mouth." The handsome man sneered.

Zhang Moqian shrugged, squinted his eyes and cursed, "Don't say such things to me. I have the ability to fight me one-on-one, but you don't have much courage, bullshit Fan's Qi Ling, should I look at Fan's Qi Dog?"

Zhang Moqian was full of swearing. This was the psychological tactics and provocation he learned when he was training in the army.

It would be best if these seven people fought one by one with them.

In fact, Zhang Moqian was not afraid of these seven men in white. The aura of these seven men in white was not enough to make him feel fear. What he feared was that if the old monster of the Fan family was actually hidden elsewhere, he would have to peel off his skin even if he didn't die.

"Which bastard gave birth to you, this miscellaneous? Tonight, I, Long Ling, let you know what the price of being meant by being meant by being meant!" the handsome man said with a sneer.

Zhang Moqian's eyes instantly became cold. Everyone had the scales in his heart. Zhang Moqian did not allow anyone to insult his mother. Everyone who insulted her mother had already paid the price!

"Come on." Zhang Moqian smiled slightly, people and animals were harmless.

"Go to die!" Long Ling could no longer hold back his anger, and looked at Zhang Moqian with his eyes blazing fire, almost trying to kill him. At the same time, his fists roared and bombarded Zhang Moqian's chest.

The wind is howling and the air is sizzling.

"Hey, interesting."

Zhang Moqian took a deep breath, and from the speed and sound of the punch, he could tell that this person named Long Ling was a master.

In a very ordinary move, Zhang Moqian also punched and fought back, without any fancy.

"boom!"

Four punches intersect.

Long Ling's arms were sore and numb, and he was secretly surprised.

This kid is not simple!

Zhang Moqian was also a little surprised. The seven minions who had just appeared all had such skills. What if the real old monster appeared? Long Ling is a master. Zhang Moqian knew from the time he punched, especially when Zhang Moqian's fists and his fists touched each other, Zhang Moqian became more and more surprised to find that the powerful force on his fists was, and he had to deal with it with it carefully.

While thinking, Zhang Moqian was highly focused and checked whether there were hidden masters around him. Unfortunately, the old monster of the Fan family seemed to have never appeared before, and Zhang Moqian could not notice it at all.

Long Ling was shocked, but he had no intention of retreating. As the boss of the Seven Spirits of the Fan Family, he was the boss of the strongest combat power in the organization and had the dignity that the Seven Spirits of the Fan Family should have. He knew that he would be underestimated by the few junior brothers and sisters behind him, and even more so that the master who was hiding in the dark looked down upon him.

However, Long Ling is worthy of being the boss of the seven spirits of the Fan family. No matter in terms of mind or skill, it is not comparable to ordinary people. Knowing the true strength of this boy, he dared not be proud of it. He thought about how to defeat the boy in front of him, and then trampled him under his feet.

Long Ling looked like a knife, staring at Zhang Moqian blankly, and took a deep breath: "Boy, you are very awesome, but I will let you know what real strength is."

After hearing this, Zhang Moqian shrugged indifferently: "A true master always keeps a low-key attitude. Who will say it like you? For example, me."

Zhang Moqian was shameless and looked relaxed and indifferent. Of course, after the duel of that punch, he knew that he was not under pressure to face Long Ling, because he only used 50% of his strength just now, and what he was afraid of was the old monster of the Fan family hiding in the dark.

"Go to die."

Long Ling suddenly roared, his body suddenly moved, and a shadow remained in place.

"What a fast speed!"

Zhang Moqian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he took a deep breath. A move of Tai Chi naturally came out, stretching and smooth, one mountain after another, one force after another. His left hand turned rapidly, and his backhand held Long Ling's wrist tightly. Then he made a move of Bajiquan to the mountain. His whole body was like a statue cast by steel, as hard as iron, and he bumped into Long Ling's chest.

Long Ling was shocked. Zhang Moqian changed his moves so quickly and his head responded so quickly, which was beyond his expectations.

It was still endless just now, so he couldn't find any focus on Tai Chi, and suddenly turned into a strong Bajiquan stick.

There is Tai Chi in literature to help the world, and there is the Baji to determine the universe.

Isn’t it simple to be the most violent mountain support in Bajiquan?

However, Long Ling is worthy of being the number one master among the seven spirits of the Fan family. His body quickly bent into a bow, and Zhang Moqian's clinging to the mountain was empty.

At this time, Zhang Moqian exerted his strength again, and used a move of Tai Chi to fill his ears and aimed at Long Ling's two ears.

The powerlessness seems to be powerful, the powerlessness seems to be powerful, and it seems to be soft and powerless, but the force contained in Zhang Moqian's fists is indeed surging and endless.

Only by experiencing the dragon spirit can you feel the power contained in Zhang Moqian’s fists!

Long Ling knew that if this move of double-peaked ears was successful, how could he have a way out?

Therefore, Long Ling quickly used his trick, turning his fist into a palm, and both hands were like this. He bent and his hands were like lightning. His palms, like two sharp daggers, stabbed straight into Zhang Moqian's throat.

This is Long Ling's trick. Since he was eight years old, his master has increased his hand strength training, especially his five fingers. At first, poke the mud, and then slowly add the steel balls to the mud, and mix the mud and the steel balls together. As time goes by, the mud becomes less and less, and the steel balls become more and more. Then, put the mixture of mud and steel balls into a hot pot and stir-fry directly with your fingers.

When Long Ling was thirty years old, he could poke five pieces of marble with his fingers. From this we can imagine how powerful the Long Ling's fingers were.

Their seven spirits have all been trained by their masters to develop their strengths, such as the power of the dragon spirit's own fingers, the power of the snake spirit's waist, the power of the horse spirit's legs... and so on.

Long Ling's move is his own unique move.

Zhang Moqian felt the strong wind on Long Ling’s hand from a distance!

"Grass Mud Horse, what kind of kung fu is this?" Zhang Moqian cursed in his heart. He could feel that Long Ling's palm was even more powerful than the iron sand palm among the 72 unique skills of Shaolin.

This is my life!

Facing the full-strength attack of a master like Long Ling, how could Zhang Moqian talk about the morality of the world... It seemed that he didn't say that he was not allowed to use weapons before?

With his right hand moved, a black double-edged sword shooting star appeared in Zhang Moqian's right hand.

brush!

Zhang Moqian waved his strength.

The extremely sharp meteor met with Long Ling's ten fingers!
Chapter completed!