Seeing them taking out their guns, Xie Wendong subconsciously put his hand under his ribs and touched the gun on his waist.
However, his worries this time were unnecessary.
The bodyguards had no intention of attacking him, although they were very worried.
They didn't dare to do that without Han Fei's order.
Dozens of bodyguards, all carrying guns, stood around Han Fei cautiously and warily, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Xie Wendong slowly lowered his hand on his waist, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
He didn't know what Han Fei's bodyguards were afraid of.
He came alone, with only Tang Yin beside him.
There were so many of them, so...
Even if you have to be afraid of Duoqiang, you won't be afraid to this extent.
The bodyguards are worried, but what we are afraid of is not Xie Wendong, let alone Tang Yin alone, but the three people standing outside the hall door, three elderly people.
The expressions of this old man are lifeless.
Staring like a dead fish, he looked coldly at Han Fei who was walking out of the crowd.
If he were an ordinary old man, Han Fei's bodyguards would certainly not be afraid, but these three people are not ordinary at all.
If you pick one at random, they are all top-notch experts.
They are responsible for the three Mochizuki brought to Han Fei by Duan Tianyang.
Pavilion elder.
The three elders already knew that Han Fei had ruined Duan Tianyang's good deeds, and they hated and were angry with Han Fei.
However, there were too many gunmen around Han Fei, and there was nothing they could do against him.
Looking at the three angry old men, Han Fei stood still, deliberately pretending to be helpless, shook his head and sighed, and said: "I owed Xie Wendong a favor before, and now I have to return it to him, so I can't kill him.
For my sake, the three elders should be noble.
Of course, I owe others It’s me who cares, not the elders.
I have no right to order you to do things.
I just hope.
I just hope.”
After saying that, he waved his hands and walked to the elevator, thinking to himself: The three Wangyue Pavilion elders, Xie Wendong, It's a pity that you'll be lucky enough for yourself.
I won't have the chance to watch this show.
It's okay that he didn't say it.
As soon as he said it, the three Wangyue Pavilion elders were immediately ignited by him.
They looked at Han Fei, gritted their steel teeth, and wanted to bite him twice.
Han Fei did not ignore their anger.
He smiled secretly in his heart, shrugged expressionlessly, and left.
He led the Qing Gang people and left cleanly.
Only the three people in the hall and the three people standing at the door of the hall were left.
Seeing Han Fei's figure disappearing at the end of the corridor, and then looking at the three old men with shaggy beards and hair and red faces, Xie Wendong finally understood the meaning of Han Fei's words.
Although I didn't know these three old men, I could guess a lot.
He suddenly couldn't help laughing.
Xie Wendong knew that Han Fei would never let him go so generously, but he was really cruel enough to leave him three elders of Wangyue Pavilion.
This "big gift" was really disappointing.
It’s hard for people to accept.
"It seems that their kung fu is not bad."
Tang Yin put his hands in his pockets, glanced at the three old men with a smile, and said to Xie Wendong.
"More than just not bad.
How can the elders of Wangyue Pavilion be ordinary?"
Xie Wendong took a deep look at Tang Yin, and at the same time revealed the other person's identity, hinting that Tang Yin should be careful.
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Tang Yin sighed and asked, "Duan Tianyang is really not here?"
Xie Wendong shook his head and asked: "He is only in his early thirties, and these three old men are more than one round older than him."
Tang Yin was disappointed.
Sighing: "What a pity.
The main reason why I came to you this time is to see Duan Tianyang."
"There's nothing we can do."
As he spoke, Tang Yan straightened his waist, then took his hands out of his pockets, waved to the three old men at the door, and said, "You three old men, stop standing outside and come in.
Bar" The three old men were really obedient.
They walked into the meeting hall together before Tang Yin finished speaking.
At the same time, they turned around and closed and locked the door.
Looking at the three of them with a smile, Tang Yin said, "It seems that you are unwilling to let us go."
"That's right," said the bald old man in the middle, "You can never leave."
The three old men's eyes were all focused on Xie Wendong's face, their eyes full of malice.
Too many elders and disciples of Wangyue Pavilion died at the hands of Xie Wendong.
This hatred is buried in the hearts of everyone in Wangyue Pavilion and can only be washed away with Xie Wendong's blood.
The moment the three of them entered the meeting hall, they had no intention of letting them out alive.
The short, fat and stocky old man on the left slowly opened his clothes.
He was not tall, but the waistband of his trousers was tied very high, almost touching his chest.
He looked very ridiculous.
He clasped his palm on his belt and heard a clattering sound.
A steel chain hung from his waist.
He held it in his hand and said, "You have anything else to say.
It's best to finish it now, otherwise it will wait later."
I won’t have a chance to say anything.”
Xie Wendong ruffled his hair, squinted his eyes and smiled, saying: "I have a lot to say, but it doesn't make any sense to you."
"Humph" the short and fat old man snorted heavily, and at the same time flicked the steel whip in his hand and said coldly: "In that case, go and confront the Lord of Hell."
As he spoke, he pretended to rush over.
"Wait a minute."
Tang Yin stretched out his hand, stopped the short and fat old man, and said seriously: "I have something to say."
"Speak!"
the short, fat old man shouted in a deep voice.
Tang Yin lowered his head, held it in for a long time, and suddenly said, "I really want to see Duan Tianyang."
"Go to hell!"
The pudgy old man's nose almost became crooked with anger, he roared angrily, and rushed towards Xie Wendong with his whip.
The less you can see it, the more curious you are, and the more curious you are, the more you want to see it.
At this time, Tang Yin's interest in Duan Tianyang has reached the extreme.
It seems that everyone will mention him.
To see Duan Tianyang, he must live.
If he wants to live, he must kill these three old men in front of him.
This is what Tang Yin just wanted to understand.
The short, fat old man didn't rush to Tang Yin, but to Xie Wendong.
Tang Yin took a step across, blocked in front of Xie Wendong, and said calmly: "You are not good at this kind of thing, stay away, and by the way, don't leave your little wife behind."
Xie Wendong smiled, without saying a word, picked up Jin Rong and retreated far away.
Experts like Tang Yin and Wangyue Pavilion competed against each other.
He couldn't help at all.
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Even if he went to help, it would be a disservice.
It was better to stay away.
As soon as Xie Wendong exited, the pudgy elder also came closer.
With a shake of his arm, the chain whip suddenly became straight, like a long gun, and stabbed straight at Xie Wendong's throat.
Tang Yin raised the corner of his mouth as if I didn't exist, and his eyes shot out with a bloodthirsty light.
He can ignore the existence of others, but he can't stand others ignoring him.
This personality may be related to his childhood environment.
Without drawing the knife, Tang Yin swung his arm and deflected the chain whip that hit Xie Wendong with his arm.
Then, he suddenly raised his kick and kicked the short, fat old man hard in the lower abdomen.
He made a move.
It was so dark and fast that the short, fat old man was startled.
He hurriedly backed away.
Although he is thick and fat, his aunt is extremely dexterous.
When retreating, it is like cotton wool fluttering in the wind.
The movements are elegant and really beautiful.
Secretly thinking, Tang Yin quickly stepped forward and caught up with the old man.
Use both fists to punch the opponent's ears.
Call Tang Yin to hang his fists against the wind.
It was so powerful that if he were to hit him, his head would probably be shattered.
The face of the short and fat old man suddenly changed.
An expert would know if he was there as soon as he stretched out his hand.
Judging from the opponent's skill and the strength of his attack, he was no ordinary gangster.
The three old men had just arrived and did not know Tang Yin's name.
They thought he was just an ordinary bodyguard beside Xie Wendong.
The short and fat old man stepped back again, stared at Tang Yin, and asked urgently: "Who are you?"
"Go ask the ghost."
Tang Yin still remembered what the old man said just now, and replied in the same tone.
Tang Yin had never been big-hearted.
As he spoke, he rushed towards the old man again.
With a flick of his arms, two scimitars suddenly appeared in his palms.
Without any fancy movements, the two swords stabbed the old man's left and right chests.
Although the move was simple, Tang Yin used his full strength.
There were three people on the other side at this time.
No matter how arrogant he was, he was not sure he could defeat them.
At this time, only one person on the other side attacked him.
It was a rare opportunity.
If he didn't kill one of the other people at this time, he might not be able to withstand it after a while.
It's easy for him to be alone.
If worst happens, he can jump out of the window and escape, but Xie Wendong can't escape.
What's more terrible is that he also has an unconscious little burden with him.
Tang Yin struck suddenly, but the pudgy old man broke out in a cold sweat.
Tang Yin's knife was too fast, and he didn't have a chance to block it with his whip.
He screamed, with all his luck, he suddenly landed on the ground, his whole body He shot out quickly to the back.
He was fast, but Tang Yin was faster.
It seemed that he had expected that he would retreat and dodge.
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Tang Yin followed closely and chased after him, still aiming at the old man's left and right chests with his double knives.
Seeing that he was no faster than Tang Yin, the short and fat old man had no choice but to use the Thousand Jin Drop, and his body suddenly sank to the ground.
It's a pity that he was still half a step too slow.
Although Tang Yin's two swords did not stab his chest, they penetrated deeply into the old man's left and right shoulders.
The latter screamed strangely and rolled back on the spot, drawing out two streams of blood at the same time. arrow.
The old man was injured.
How could Tang Yin let go of this opportunity?
He swung his swords, jumped into the air, rounded his arms, aimed at the round head of the pudgy elder, and struck it down viciously.
Just when his sword was about to touch the back of the pudgy elder's head, he saw a flash of lightning on the left and right, and then, there were two crisp sounds, one sword and one sword, like stone, fire and lightning, holding Tang Yin's swords from the left and right respectively.
The ones who took action were the other two elders of Wangyue Pavilion.
Double sword, scimitar, quick sword.
The bald old man looked straight at Tang Yin and said in a solemn voice: You are Tang Yin.
Ha ha. . .
Tang Yin retracted his two knives, and then laughed on his back.
After a moment, his laughter suddenly stopped.
He pointed the knife in his right hand at the three old men in the distance, raised the corners of his mouth, his white teeth shone with light, and his eyes danced.
With an almost crazy and bloodthirsty light, Youyou said: Today.
None of you can even think of leaving: