Ding Qi asked to the side and said, "After all, you are the leader of the gang, our lord will meet you in person!"

Zhang Laohu cursed: "How big a damn Lai Si is in front of me? I'll be the master, I'll spoil it!"

He realized that his martial arts were sweeping over Lai Si Ding Qi. The two little gangsters from all directions dared to come to him to make trouble. He didn't beat them to kneel on the ground and call him grandpa, so Zhang Laohu was incompetent.

No, I just beat my grandfather to the point where I could not do enough. I had to suck their tendons and peel their skin. They were all brave and the gangsters dared to come to his demon king castle to pull out their beards.

I walked slowly into the door, wearing a long blue robe, not tall, and wearing a silver mask on her face. However, even though she said nothing or did nothing, Zhang Laohu narrowed his eyes.

This person is not Lai Si.

This person is better than Lai Si.

This person is unfathomable!

Zhang Laohu felt a little suspicious, and he shouted loudly: "Who are you?"

Ding Qi laughed and said, "Zhang Jianmao, you are not only a sick cat, but also a stupid brain. Didn't your grandfather tell you just now, this is our hall master!"

"What hall?" Zhang Laohu thought to himself, the gangsters in all directions even put gold on his face, what's wrong with him?

Ding Qi said: "Today I will open your eyes. This is the master of our Wanyu Hall, Yan Qingleiyan. Our master has already checked the good things you did in the Demon King Castle. It just so happened that our Wanyu Hall was newly built. Although your Zhangbingmao has no weight and the Demon King Castle has no prestige, it is still barely enough to open it for us. A small trial is enough."

Zhang Laohu was so angry that he smoked his orifices. The boy wearing a silver mask looked young and seemed to be a teenager. He believed in his identity and did not greet Yan Qingrui, but attacked Ding Qi.

The whistling sword wind is somewhat powerful.

If you can become the leader of the yi gang, your martial arts will naturally be acceptable.

Ding Qi was just confused with Lai Si before, and did not face the enemy head-on with Zhang Laohu. His momentum was a little weak. Yan Qingrui took a slanted step and stretched out lightly, with his palm tangent towards Zhang Laohu's wrist vein.

Youdao is a famous scholar who can tell if there is any. Although Yan Qingrui is just blocking this way, Zhang Laohu suddenly felt like he was facing a great enemy and did not dare to attack Ding Qi again. The big sword turned diagonally and attacked Yan Qingrui, with its attack fierce and fierce attack.

Ding Qi stepped back and gave way to the venue. Zhang Laohu's sword opened and closed, causing a whistling sound of wind. Yan Qingrui was as light as a swallow, and in the sword wind, like a gust of wind, like a leaf.

Zhang Laohu's sword danced into a white light, but even Yan Qingrui's neck of her clothes could not be touched.

Ding Qi had known that Boss Yan was very good at kung fu, but his current agile body movement still made him so shocked that he was overwhelmed with all his energy.

Only a dozen moves, Zhang Laohu knew that the situation was hopeless. The young man looked not old, but his calmness in his eyes, his flexible and old skills, and his ruthless and accurate moves were the most unfathomable of people he had ever seen.

Every move, if he doesn't take action, he will force himself to stop and protect himself. He is empty-handed, with a knife in his hand, but he is suppressed so that he has no chance to breathe, which makes his timidity rise in his heart, and the sweat on his forehead flow downwards.
Chapter completed!