Chapter 162 Loyal Boss

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In the world of martial arts, it is said that Xiao Qingtian, the patriarch of the Xiao family in Yancheng, may have reached the level of the heavenly realm, but it is only a rumor, and it is not known whether it is true or not.

In the world of magic arts, Daoist Wuya has never encountered a monk whose practice can reach the level of the gods, but he has heard that the Tianmu Dharma King of the Esoteric Cult of the Western Regions cultivated the immortal rainbow body, which may have reached the level of the gods.

In fact, at the level of God Realm and Heaven Realm, there is not much difference between martial arts and law, and law and martial arts are one.

As the saying goes, three thousand ways lead to the same goal!

In other words, if the little real person Li Qingshan cultivated to the God Realm, what a grand event it would be, everyone in the world does not know the Panlong Temple! Even, the status of Panlong Temple can jump to the top of Longhu Mountain, the origin of the sect, and become the number one sect in the world!

Therefore, for Li Qingshan, Master Wuya placed high hopes on him, and senior brother Luo Jiuyang also treated him differently. But such a talented and intelligent person may have been buried in the hands of Ye Tian.

This hatred is irreconcilable!

At this moment, Wu Ya Zhenren and Luo Jiuyang came with anger, full of murderous intent!

"Why are you running for me? Stop!"

Not far away, a loud shout came.

"Master Long, there is a ghost, run away."

"Yes, Master Long, there are ghosts, they kill people without blinking an eye, run away!"

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It was Zhao Tianlong who came. He was patrolling behind the house just now, and then rushed over.

There are ghosts, how could there be ghosts, Zhao Tianlong doesn't believe it anyway. He had already seen two people standing at the gate of the villa, who seemed to be about to break in, suddenly felt something was wrong, left the martial artist who was about to escape, and rushed towards the gate of the villa.

Ye Tian asked him to look at the gate, if he couldn't even look at the gate well, he might just die!

When the warriors of Tianlong Martial Arts saw that the boss had gone to danger alone, how could they dare to escape, so they had to bite the bullet and follow.

Zhao Tianlong rushed to the door of the villa, and was shocked when he saw that it was Wu Ya and Luo Jiuyang.

The martial disciples of these two masters and his martial arts are short-sighted and do not know each other.

As the number one boss in Tianhai, how could he not know him.

Master Wuya is a guest of the upper class of Tianhai. Countless bigwigs are proud to know him, and he, Zhao Tianlong, is no exception. He even invited him to set up a dojo for the opening of the new store, praying for blessings and wealth.

Compared with his master, Luo Jiuyang is much less famous, but Zhao Tianlong also knows him, as well as the little real person Li Qingshan, and they have all met face to face.

"Master Wuya, Master Jiuyang, why are you here?" Zhao Tianlong asked in surprise, his figure dropped half involuntarily. Although he is the number one boss in Tianhai, he still lacks the confidence to face real people.

He didn't know the grievances between Ye Tian and Panlongguan, so he was very curious why these two appeared at the door of Ye Tian's villa.

At this time, all the apprentices from the Tianlong Martial Arts Hall also came back, and followed Zhao Tianlong tremblingly. When Zhao Tianlong called out the names of the two Taoist priests, they were shocked.

What, real Wuya?

He is the living god of Panlong Temple, Wu Yazi?

God!

Master Wuya is like a living god in Tianhai. It is said that his spells are so powerful that they are so powerful that they would not dare to provoke them even if they had ten guts. Fortunately, Master Wuya didn't kill them just now, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"Zhao Tianlong, why are you here?" Master Wu Ya asked with a serious face.

"I live here, and Villa No. 9 is my home. Why don't the two real people come to my house?" Zhao Tianlong said with a smile.

"These are all your people?" Daoist Wu Ya continued to ask, without any intention of going to Villa No. 9.

"They are indeed my people. Please forgive me for any offense just now."

"You can go and take your people with you."

With a soft reprimand, Master Wuya was about to break open the gate of Villa No. 8 and break in.

Suddenly, Zhao Tianlong stepped in front of the door and said with a guilty conscience: "My real man, you can't enter here. You should go to my No. 9 villa, which is next door."

At this time, Luo Jiuyang stepped forward and shouted angrily: "Zhao Tianlong, are you going to confront my master? Go away if you don't want to die. You have nothing to do here."

"Two real people, it's against the law to break into a private house." Zhao Tianlong said nicely, calm on the surface, but actually timid in his heart. These two are real practitioners who know how to use spells, killing people like killing chickens, and crushing people like ants.

In fact, Zhao Tianlong also saw some clues. The two real people had murderous looks on their faces, and they came here for no good, and they were probably looking for trouble for Ye Tian. He really couldn't think of any feud between Ye Tian and Panlongguan.

On one side are people from Panlong Temple, on the other side is Ye Tian, ​​Zhao Tianlong can't afford to offend both sides, it's a dilemma! However, Ye Tian was kind to him, and he also boasted that Haikou kept Ye Tian worry-free during the two days of Ye Tian's retreat. In the end, he still chose to stand by Ye Tian's side and be a loyal guard.

"It's against the law to break into a private house, but killing people isn't against the law?" Master Wu Ya shouted angrily, and then shouted to his apprentice: "Jiuyang!"

"Kill? Who was killed?" Zhao Tianlong frowned, puzzled. However, no one paid any attention to him.

Luo Jiuyang's iron palm sank, and he slapped out a burst of inner energy. A striking mark was shaken on the concrete floor, and there was a shrill sound.

Although he failed to shatter the ground, let alone make a small hole, Luo Jiuyang's inner qi release has such an effect, which is already very powerful, which shows that his inner qi cultivation has reached a very vigorous level.

Daoist Wuya can condense white lotus with palm, Luo Jiuyang may not be able to condense white lotus, but it should be no problem to condense a small air mass.

The warriors of Tianlong Martial Arts were all shocked, this is too powerful. Among martial arts practitioners, the inner strength has been cultivated to such a high level that one can almost glimpse the realm of a master.

Zhao Tianlong also turned pale with fright, but he had no choice but to face the challenge. He quickly drew his right hand into his bosom, and held a pistol in his hand.

"Two real people, if you have something to say, don't force me to shoot!"

Taking out the gun, Zhao Tianlong was really helpless.

"Do you still dare to shoot?"

Luo Jiuyang shouted loudly, the sound was as loud as thunder, and he raised his iron palm and pushed it towards Zhao Tianlong's chest. White mist can be seen flowing in the center of his palm, which is the condensed inner energy, which can increase the lethality of Iron Palm.

Boom...

Suddenly, a gunshot came, and Zhao Tianlong shot.

"I told you not to force me." Zhao Tianlong was a little hysterical, and instinctively pulled the trigger. He felt that Luo Jiuyang wanted to kill him, so he had to protect himself.

Although he fired, he did not intend to kill. The muzzle was originally aimed at Luo Jiuyang's chest, but when he fired, the muzzle moved sideways and hit the iron palm pushed by Luo Jiuyang.

The speed of the bullet is so fast and the impact force is so great that the human body cannot resist it at all.

I saw that being hit by a bullet, Luo Jiuyang staggered two steps violently, his iron arm vibrated like an electric shock, and his five fingers tightened violently.

However, no flesh and blood flew, not even a drop of blood spattered.

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