Chapter 1148 A group of people inexplicably!

Puff puff puff!

A stream of red gushed between the throats of more than 200 men in black, while Ye Wuming stood among the three petals. His dry old face and kind smile remained unchanged.

"ah?"

Lin Ziyang took two steps back, and he looked at Ye Wuming in disbelief:

"I didn't expect that you were so skilled."

At this moment, Lin Ziyang realized: He was kicking the iron plate today!

This person's skills are definitely above Ye Chen!

He took a handful of soybeans and actually penetrated the throats of more than 200 men in black at a height of 360 degrees and accurately.

And they were so scared that their postures were all the same.

And the positions where these more than 200 disciples were hit in the throat were all the same!

Not bad at all.

What kind of skills, what kind of power control, and what kind of agility can this be achieved?

Lin Ziyang looked at Ye Wuming and asked after a long time:

"Who are you?"

At the same time, he subconsciously tightened the buttons on his collar.

Ye Wuming slowly walked to Lin Ziyang. At this time, Lin Ziyang wanted to resist, but he felt a huge pressure like an invisible hand, holding down everything in his body, leaving him unable to exert force at all.

What a perverted method this is?

What is Ye Chen?

When Ye Chen killed the Chou Niu Lord, Ye Chen was seriously injured and killed for more than an hour.

When Ye Wuming killed his group, he was just a blink of an eye!

If he wants, Ye Wuming can kill him too.

Ye Wuming stretched out his right hand like a dead branch, and with a click, he directly pinched the second button under Lin Ziyang's collar.

"ah?"

Lin Ziyang's face turned pale.

Inside the second button is a mini recorder, through which he can upload everything he knows to the headquarters to know.

It also makes the headquarters mentally prepared.

But Ye Wuming had eyes all over his body.

No, he seemed to have a pair of perspective eyes, and he could actually know that the second button under his clothes was wrapped in a micro recorder.

And that button is exactly the same as other buttons in appearance.

Even himself is difficult to distinguish, just because he knows it in advance.

And how did Ye Wuming know that the second button contained a micro recorder?

Is this still a human?

What else can escape from his eyes?

Lin Ziyang leaned against the wall and asked, "So, you have seen through me a long time ago, and you have known that we will attack Ye Chen, right?"

Ye Wuming's shriveled face had no expression.

Lin Ziyang said again:

"There's just one problem I don't understand. When Lord Chou Niu took his entire direct line to besiege Ye Chen, why didn't you go to save her?"

"Aren't you worried that Lord Chou Niu would hunt Ye Chen directly?"

Ye Wuming moved his shriveled face for a moment, and then said, "Because, I know that my son will eventually defeat the ugly bull."

Lin Ziyang nodded slightly: "I understand, you are treating Lord Chou Niu as a whetstone to train your son Ye Chen. All of this is under your control."

Ye Wuming spread his hands and said:

"You know too much."

"It should be on the road."

"Slow down!" Lin Ziyang asked unwillingly:

"You haven't told me who you are? I don't want to know who I died before I die?"

"I already know: You are definitely a big shot, and your martial arts cultivation is much higher than Ye Chen's. I originally thought it was Ye Chen who taught you martial arts: Now it seems that Ye Chen can't even catch up with your finger."

"You are not allowed to talk about my son!"

Ye Wuming's voice was cold, as if it was coming from hell.

Lin Ziyang smiled:

"You will kill me if you say it or not, right?"

Ye Wuming nodded: "That's true, okay, you must ask, then you will hear it clearly:

"I have many names, some people call me Tiandao: some people call me Shadow, and some people call me Wudi, whatever. That's all me."

Sky Knife!

shadow!

Invincible!

Lin Ziyang's face turned pale in an instant:

"You, you are worshipped by Limen, Yetang, and Changsheng Hall, wearing three battle clothes, you are..."

Puff!

A soybean penetrated directly into Lin Ziyang's throat.

Lin Ziyang's body was stiff at that time, and then his pupils finally reflected the harmless smile of Ye Wuming and the lively livestock.

Then, Lin Ziyang tilted his head and his whole body slowly fell down the wall.

When he was dying, he struggled and said:

"Maybe, the Qinglong Gang shouldn't have taken on the task of killing Ye Chen..."

"You father and son, one is in the light and the other is in the dark, so terrifying!"

Then, he tilted his head and opened his eyes and died.

"Old sir! Madam!" Zhang Sanhu woke up from his coma, and he screamed in shock.

As soon as he sat up, he rubbed his head desperately, and then he remembered that before he fell into a coma, a huge rock was pressed on his abdomen.

He still remembered that there was a very powerful person in the house at that time, called Haizhu.

And the hall was filled with his men, but now, there were all the men in black, as well as Lin Ziyang, lying on the ground.

Zhang Sanhuteng stood up from the ground with a whistle, and then screamed:

"Old sir, madam, how are you?"

Zhang Sanhu's voice was filled with a crying voice.

He didn't think about it well.

All these men in black are dead, so if there is still one left for this old couple?

Mostly they were buried, right?

At this time, Ye Wuming supported Yang Cuihua with a pale face, stood at the entrance of the stairs and smiled at Zhang Sanhu and waved his hand:

"Sanhu, are you awake?"

Zhang Sanhu looked up and saw Ye Wuming and Yang Cuihua standing at the entrance of the stairs.

Although Yang Cuihua's face was pale, obviously because she was overly frightened just now, she did not see blood on her body, and people could walk as usual.

This means that the old couple was simply frightened and had not been seriously injured.

Zhang Sanhu touched the back of his head and asked, "Oh, how did Lin Ziyang and the others die?"

At this time, Wang Fugui also woke up slowly.

He blinked his eyes and looked at the hall lying in fear, especially when Lin Ziyang was Lin, Wang Fugui was also puzzled.

Zhang Sanhu’s question just now was also the question in his heart.

So he looked at the old couple intently, hoping that they could explain it clearly.

Yang Cuihua opened her mouth wide and just said, "How is my son?"

"Where is my son?"
To be continued...