Chapter 1147 Spread beans and become soldiers!

Ye Wuming held Lin Ziyang's right hand tightly and continued to ask:

"I'll ask again, have you agreed to the conditions I just proposed?"

Seeing that Ye Wuming did not continue to move, Lin Ziyang mistakenly thought that Ye Wuming was just powerful and was not a martial arts master.

When it comes to martial arts, there are actually many branches.

Some people simply practice strength, also known as the power type.

However, some people take into account both strength and agility, which is purely a person in martial arts.

Can fight and defend.

And the pig is the second type of person.

What Haizhu thought at this time was:

Even if his right hand is broken, his left hand is still good and his legs are still healthy, so he can still easily crush Ye Wuming's.

After all, an ordinary power player cannot compare with a pure martial arts man.

Because his agility, his speed, and his dodge are incomparable to Ye Wuming's words.

Lin Ziyang sneered:

"You are just a little strong in your hands, which is nothing. Even if you cut off my right hand, I can completely crush you, because I am a pure martial arts person, and I am full of kung fu, but you are slow to move and have no agility at all."

Ye Wuming, whom he saw in his eyes, was an ordinary old man. Even if he could overwhelm him in terms of strength, his reaction was too slow and his movements were too slow. How could he be as fast as the wind, his fists were as lightning, and dodge like a snake?

Click!

After Lin Ziyang finished speaking, he exerted force and directly cut off his right hand with his left hand!

Tag!

A bloody palm fell to the ground!

Lin Ziyang then broke free from Ye Wuming's control.

"ah?"

The disciples of the Qinglong Gang present were all so scared that their faces turned pale.

This is a little scary.

How many people can cut off their right hand with a knife?

What a great perseverance and how much psychological endurance it is.

He is worthy of being Lord Haizhu!

Psychology is strong and can stop losses in time.

If Ye Wuming keeps holding this, then wouldn’t it be like being controlled by others?

Bang!

Lin Ziyang tapped the broken wrist of his right hand a few times and stopped bleeding from his wrist.

Then he took out the exclusive antidote and applied it to the broken hand a few times, and the blood from the broken hand quickly stopped.

Lin Ziyang then said lightly:

"You just have the strength. Now I know, I know how to deal with you."

After saying that, Lin Ziyang waved his hand, and his opponent was so scared that the Qing Gang disciples said, "Give it a try and cut off Ye Wuming's hands!"

"yes!"

"Slow down."

Ye Wuming shook his hands like dead branches and said:

"How many people have you brought in total?"

Lin Ziyang said lightly: "My whole series of pigs has a total of 220 people. Why? Why do you ask these things? Do you want to destroy my pigs like your son?"

"Ha ha……"

“Good idea!”

"Maybe Ye Chen once taught you a few tricks of three-legged cats, which gave you some brute force on your hands, but you are still an ordinary old man after all, and you can only be a simple defense. You are not enough for me to play."

"It's good to come."

Ye Wuming nodded.

Lin Ziyang then waved his head:

"Put it for me! Cut off Ye Wuming's hands!"

Ye Wuming said while eating fried soybeans:

"I can sprinkle beans into soldiers. I can destroy you all, do you believe it?"

"Hahahaha..." More than twenty men in black, like wolves and tigers, laughed out loud.

The man in sunglasses curled his lips:

"You are like your son Ye Chen, you have a good idea of ​​bragging!"

"You are so awesome!"

Everyone looked at Ye Wuming like a fool. The old man was exactly the same as Ye Chen, and he actually said that he would become a soldier!

Lin Ziyang laughed:

"Old guy, what did you say just now? Can you sprinkle beans into soldiers and destroy us all?"

"Okay, I'll ask all my team to come in now. I want to see how you sprinkle beans into soldiers!"

"If you can't sprinkle beans, I will dig out your eyes and cut off your meridians!"

"Cut off your tongue and see if you will still brag in the future!"

After saying that, Lin Ziyang issued an order.

Soon, about 200 people rushed into the hall from outside the door.

The hall was filled with darkness.

When these people heard that Ye Wuming was going to kill them by killing them, they all laughed so hard that they turned back and forth.

Lin Ziyang divided them into three layers and surrounded Ye Wuming in the middle.

The first team was all close-fitting warriors holding long swords and swords, ready to fight hand-to-hand.

The second team, holding a crossbow, was ready to launch a ranged attack on Ye Wuming.

The team, holding a thermal weapon, is the gun, and the muzzle is aimed at Ye Wuming, and can conduct uninterrupted saturation shooting on Ye Wuming!

Then, Lin Ziyang issued an order:

"I'll listen to my orders later."

"Don't live, die!"

The reason why Lin Ziyang wanted to shoot Ye Wuming was because Yang Cuihua was still in his hands.

A woman is enough.

In fact, Ye Wuming and Yang Cuihua have the same weight in Ye Chen's mind.

He grabbed any of them and Ye Chen had to submit.

Ye Wuming obviously has skill, although he just simply clings to his wrist, Lin Ziyang has not taken it seriously yet.

After Lin Ziyang finished the arrangement, more than 200 black-clad disciples surrounded them in three circles, surrounding Ye Wuming in the middle.

Lin Ziyang would not believe Ye Wuming’s nonsense. What it means to sprinkle beans into soldiers is just to delay time.

The old man was afraid of death, so he made this gimmick to fool him.

The man in sunglasses laughed: "Ye Wuming, Ye Wuming, are you scared crazy? Who do you think you are? Do you think you are an immortal? Will you sprinkle beans and become soldiers?"

"You can even say that "scattering beans into soldiers."

"This is not a movie, this is the real world."

The man in sunglasses smiled:

"Come on, you sprinkle out the soybeans in your hand. We want to see how you sprinkle beans into soldiers?"

"If you can't kill us, you will be done!"

The already extremely tense atmosphere was almost laughed by Ye Wuming's words.

Even Lin Ziyang completely relaxed.

He carried his left hand on his back and said to Ye Wuming with a smile:

"Ye Wuming, you can indeed sprinkle beans into soldiers, so I will give up this mission!"

Ye Wuming looked at Lin Ziyang and said:

"But that's impossible, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you!"

"Come on me! Kill the old guy!"

Swish!

Ye Wuming threw a handful of soybeans in his hand and spilled them out!

All the Qinglong Gang disciples present, except Lin Ziyang, were lying on the ground.

Each of them had a soybean penetrated into their throats.

Uniform and uniform.

They just divided into three circles to surround Ye Wuming.
Chapter completed!