Chapter 89 Hell has no door for you to vote

At this moment, several young people practicing boxing in the middle of the field also automatically gathered around and wrapped Wang Chan in the middle.

"What are you going to do? This man is here to kick the hall. You are not your opponents. Hurry up and close the door for me. The fierce man looked at it and immediately opened his mouth and shouted.

With the contact just now, he also knew that he was by no means Wang Chan's opponent, not to mention that these young people who practiced boxing with him really made the other party anxious. It was not uncommon for him to punch him to death.

At the same time, he also determined that Wang Chan was not good at coming to the White Crane Hall to kick the hall.

At the moment, he dispersed the crowd and shouted for people to run to the door.

"If you don't go to heaven, there is no way to hell! If you want to close the door, it's the best, so that someone outside will come in and disturb my good deeds!!!"

Seeing the young people around him scattered, and two or three people ran to close the door, Wang Chan's heart was moved. The reason why I didn't start killing as soon as I came up is that the area of the White Crane Hall is too large, and it is not easy to do it in daylight. But now, looking around, the only thing that can be seen outside the huge hall is the No. 7 or No. 8 person in front of him, and other than that, it is quiet.

The cicadas are singing in my ears, but it seems that the whole hall is more and more quiet.

Now the two people asked someone to close the door again, and immediately called Wang Chan, who had been impatient for a long time, and did not hesitate.

He only narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at the more than a dozen people in front of him without saying anything.

And his appearance suddenly calmed down, and the two middle-aged people in the field faintly felt a little uneasy. The people who could be selected by the Lin family and sent to the White Crane Hall for training were all the backbone of the original army. They were all born and died. They had seen the blood of the dead. It is not to mention that everyone All of his skills are also worthy of pride.

So, although the fierce man just now has suffered a lot of loss under Wang Chan, and now he is still bleeding on the back of his hands, but these people are fierce and have long been used to life and death. Therefore, even if they know that Wang Chan's boxing is powerful and far above himself and others, they rely on the large number of people and in the White Crane Hall. On the territory, I'm not convinced at all.

I just thought about how to take Wang Chan down, successfully tortured his origin, "clean up" a good meal, and then release it, or take it to Gao Qiru to deal with it in person.

"Master, I have closed all three gates, and there is a suspended sign outside. No one will disturb us during this period!" After a while, the two people who ran to the door came back "joicing" and shouting in the distance, and looking at Wang Chan was not with goodwill.

"Friend, I advise you to know more about the current affairs. Where we are in the White Crane Hall, no matter how high your boxing and martial arts are, when you get here, you have to hold the dragon, and if you are a tiger, you have to lie down for me. Good boy, report your family name, and then make everything clear, otherwise you will definitely not be able to get out of this door today.

As soon as the two young people who closed the door came back and said a word, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little relaxed. There are ten people in this venue. In addition to the two middle-aged people, the other eight young people are also good at it. Everyone is fierce and experienced. Even if they can't beat Wang Chan, several of them have guns and weapons with them, and they are not afraid that Wang Chan can turn the world upside down.

You should know that these people have special identities and are secretly cultivated by the Lin family, so they can still hold guns "legally" after retiring from the army. It's just that they didn't know Wang Chan in the first place. They didn't know that the purpose of this trip to kill the gods was to kill their "master" Lin Yuanfang. They only said which boxing master came to kick the hall, so they didn't show their guns as soon as they met.

But they didn't know that. They closed the door smartly and did Wang Chan do a big favor. As soon as they saw the two people coming back, they smiled. As soon as they opened their eyes, which had been squinted into a thin line, the cold light flashed, and the whole body had crashed into the crowd behind him who blocked his retreat, and his hands were moved. OK. Like two iron whips flying like a dragon, the man retreated, shouldered, elbowed, crotch, kicked, and bowed left and right. Bang, bang, bang! Bang! The air is fierce, and the muscles and bones are singing together.

Only a series of musculoskeletal broken sounds were heard in his ears. At the moment, there were five or six young people who were still alive just now. They made a move to Wang Chan on the spot. Under Wang Chan's retreat, it seemed to be a humanoid machine harvesting life. He stepped back ten steps, and the place he passed along the way suddenly became a pool of blood. Six people were deeply sunken between their chests and abdomen. Before they could scream, they spewed blood and mud out of their mouths, and their internal organs were smashed.

Three feet away from the ground, flying backwards, there is no sound.

These people are all lackeys under Lin Yuanfang's door. Sooner or later, they will be trained into dead men. They don't know good and evil, don't know right and wrong. It's also a scourge to stay in the world. Therefore, once Wang Chan does it, he will never be merciful. It's all killing.

Boom! The body fell to the ground and was shocked by a large area of dust. The two middle-aged men were suddenly shocked, and their reaction was also extremely fast. One Fuhu squatted down, the other was a white crane had bright wings, and both of them roared. Seeing that Wang Chan killed six of his six apprentices in an instant, his eyes immediately turned red. As soon as he went up, he did not retreat and rushed up bravely. . At the same time, the remaining two young people, who saw the bad situation, also subconsciously shrank their bodies, left and right, and quickly took them out of their waists.

He was about to shoot, but at this time, Wang Chan had picked up a Taiji pole on the weapon rack behind him. It was four or five meters long, and his waist and legs were undulating. It seemed that he had stepped on a running horse. His wrist shook and stabbed forward. With a whine, he actually shook out two large one-meter-meter-long gunfire out of thin air. He snapped, and then knocked on the two of them to take it. On the wrist of the gun.

Taiji pole, also known as Yang's Taiji gun, is a kind of heavy weapon in many instruments of Taijiquan. It is a gun when it is equipped with a gun head, and a halberd head is a halberd. The length of the pole is usually seven feet and five inches. It can also be increased or decreased according to personal circumstances. Those with strong skills can dance the pole two feet away. People who don't have skills can only use it to practice, not in actual combat.

But Wang Chan has been practicing marksmanship since he was a child with a few meters of ebony bars. The whole body has been soaked in butter. The weight of dozens of pounds is much heavier than the current white wax poles, and he is full of ancient horse warfare, the battlefield gunmanship of thousands of troops.

Only this shot was stabbed out, and the strength was straight from the tail of the pole body, shaking like waves to the tip of the tip of the pole. The strength was like mercury in the tube, which could be sent to the head and closed to the end. As soon as it was knocked on the wrists of the two people, the bone cracked like a popping bean, and the arms of the two people with guns were all broken.

Then he raised his wrist, and the whole pole rushed, as if a strange python came out of the hole. He suddenly jumped up two feet and three inches, and stabbed the throat of the person on the left.

"Poo!" At the sound of the sound, the excellent ash pole easily put a blood hole the size of Chengren's fist on the man's neck. The philosopher's eyes turned over, and a large amount of blood foam spewed out of his throat. As soon as his body softened, he fell down.

Since practicing boxing, Wang Chan has practiced the big gun kung fu for more than ten years. Although he has never really competed with people with a big gun, his power has reached its peak. In his hand, he is a real murder weapon. The human gun is integrated. He can reach the gun head within two feet, and he can kill mosquitoes and flies on the window paper. People are ten times sharper than when they are empty-handed.

At this time, looking for someone to be untime and intentional to kill people, Wang Chan will naturally not hesitate at all.

What's more, since he went down the mountain, there have been many people who have died in his hands, but with a little sincerity, there has been no scruples. The mind is determined, the killing is full of the chest, and the senses of the whole body are running rapidly. The action is no different from the hungry red-eyed beast. As long as someone blocks it, it will be killed in anger.

At the moment, the ash pole shook again, and the inner house was full of strength. The tip of the gun shook, and then shook the dead man to the sky. With a big circle, it roared and hit the two middle-aged men who had just rushed five or six steps ahead.

Then the pole stopped, and three shots were fired like lightning, ploping! The big gun shook left and right, covering more than a dozen steps in front of him, and the strong wind roared. As soon as the two middle-aged men dodged the dead bodies falling from the sky, they saw a dark shadow in front of them. The next moment, the doors of the two people were smashed, red and white, flying all over the sky.

These two people were also good players, and they practiced the famous "Tiger Crane Double Fist" in Nanquan. Unfortunately, they met Wang Chan, a evil star, and did not give the two people a chance to get close to their bodies at all. As soon as the big gun moved, they immediately lost their lives.

The last person left, seeing Wang Chan for a moment, suddenly took action, and nine companions died. Even the two coaches who taught him to practice boxing were blown off their heads. He couldn't die any more. He had never seen such kung fu. Even the elites in the army were scared. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away.

Wang Chan shot, his arm stretched out quickly, like a poisonous snake, and then came first, right on the man's shoulder, huh! The blood scattered, and the huge force overturned the man and nailed him to the ground.

The bones on half of the shoulder are all broken.

"Tay, where is Lin Yuanfang hiding?" He pulled out the ash pole and threw it out from afar. Wang Chan didn't care how many injuries the man had suffered. He pinched one hand on his throat and pulled it in front of him. The breath on his face was chilling.

The man trembled with pain and almost fainted. He was carried by Wang Chan in his hand and clasped his throat. He only felt a surge in his chest. His mouth was sweet, his head was dizzy, and his eyes were full of stars. He knew that if he didn't say it, he would definitely not live. At present, he pressed the pain. His face was red and his neck was thick mixed with blood squeezed from between his teeth. Say a word.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the six-story building in the middle of the White Crane Hall, "Your son and my master are on the third floor underground... Don't kill me, I'll take you there..."

The only one who died through the ages!

The reason why Wang Chan kept this man until the end and did not kill him on the spot, but did not leave the two middle-aged people with obvious higher status, because this person seems to be the youngest of all the people here, and obviously has not been trained as the real "dead men" of the Lin family.

Sure enough, under this question, I asked what I wanted to know.

"It's really cunning to hide in the ground!" When ordinary people see this small building in the White Crane Hall, they all want to look upstairs. Wang Chan didn't expect that Lin Yuanfang did the opposite and hid in the ground with Gao Qiru.

It seems that this old building has a shabby appearance, and there is still a hole below!

Wang Chan narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. With a click, the young man who had just said Lin Yuanfang's whereabouts suddenly broke his throat, opened his eyes wide, and couldn't close his eyes.

"If so many people have died, they may be found at any time. The speed of action is faster. Today, I want to let my two white spirits make a big profit." Long before he came to the White Crane Hall, Wang Chan had learned something about the White Crane Hall from the "Gao Ming" mouth. Knowing that Lin Yuanfang was afraid of death, he specially invited six famous martial artists in the capital to spend a lot of money to protect him for three days.

In the martial arts world, these people are all in the same status as Gaoqi Confucianism. They are famous boxers. Although they still don't know their names, with the close protection of these six people, it is not easy for Wang Chan to kill Lin Yuanfang smoothly.

So at this time, Wang Chan thought that if he really couldn't do it, he would kill people with two invincible Taibai essences. Anyway, he is determined to immortality beyond boxing, and he does not attach great importance to the method of sword immortals all the way. It is not a pity that the two spirits have been used up.

If you want to use it again, you can warm up and grow at any time.

After cooking the last person, he was about to leave, but Wang Chan moved his mind again. He came back and found a person with no blood stains among the dead bodies on the ground. He dragged him aside, peeled off his clothes and trousers, and carefully put them on himself.

Lin Yuanfang is not an ordinary person. If he wants to kill him to vent his anger, he can't just use it. When necessary, he has to use some side thoughts to muddle through. Otherwise, even if he knew the other party's hiding place, he would have to break through the interception of the six masters in the capital, which took too much time. In case there was a back door, a secret road or something in this place, Wang Chan would be in vain today.

Looking at the small building in the distance, he walked forward, through a neat tree wall, and then passed a moon gate around the corner. Wang Chan saw that in front of the only building of the White Crane Hall, there were 30 or 40 middle-aged men standing on piles to practice boxing and dismantling. Under the shade of the trees next to them, there were several tables. A chubby old man was squatting on the chair and playing chess with another old man. There was still a whole set of gap next to the two. The water vapor in the cup was squeaking, and the tea was fragrant.

Dively heavy under his feet, Wang Chan quickly walked over. As soon as he appeared, the two old men moved their ears together and stared at Wang Chan.

These two people are about 50 years old, but their breath is calm, either like a mountain, or rooted in the ground. Their temperament is very extraordinary. Obviously, they are two of the six big boxers in the capital invited by Lin Yuanfang.

On a hot day, I'm still playing chess here. I think it's the first checkpoint at the door of the building. However, these two people are not the masters of the White Crane Hall. Naturally, they will not remember what all the apprentices under the Gaoqi Confucian school look like, so at a glance, when they saw that Wang Chan was wearing the uniform of the White Crane Hall, they looked at it casually and continued to play chess, ignoring it.

In the era of peace, compared with the old society, the disputes between people can be said to be extremely rare. Although these famous boxers in the capital are powerful in boxing and martial arts, they must have hurt people's lives when they were young, but after decades, life has been comfortable, and the sense of crisis is really not as good as those who stand on the square to practice fists and sweat. People of the year.

In addition, Wang Chan also put his steps on at this time, pretending to be exactly the same as those young people. Although he had a big bald head and looked a little strange, the two old boxers did not see anything worthy of special attention in Wang Zen.

They can't solve the implosive yin power on Lin Yuanfang's body, and naturally there is a big distance between them and Wang Chan.

At the same time, Wang Chan did not expect that he would pass a checkpoint so easily. When he entered the building, he saw that there was no one in the lobby on the first floor. Only a girl in charge of reception at the front desk was looking down and playing with the computer, knocking on a keyboard.

Looking around in a blink of an eye, I didn't find that there was an elevator here. Wang Chan didn't know much about modern things. At the moment, he frowned and was about to look for it. When he saw two people suddenly turn out of the corner of the building. Wang Chan's eyes narrowed, but one of them was still his "acquaintance", short and fat, in the red sleeve forest. The short and fat man who was injured by Wang Chan.

"It's really unhappable. I can't live in peace these days. Mr. Lin regards this place as an entertainment center. We have to get him for those who lack everything. There are also those boxers who are invited. One of them is bigger than the shelf. As long as they sit there, drink tea and play chess, they can complete the task, but our brothers It's all patrol. Today, I climbed the stairs upstairs and downstairs seventeen or eighteen times. It's easy to calculate that the three underground floors take the elevator, which can save some energy!"

Seeing a man standing alone in the hall, the short fat man only talked and complaining to his companions all the way, passed by Wang Chan, and did not seem to recognize Wang Chan.

"Stop it, you just need to complain behind your back. Don't say that in front of the master, or you will have your good fruit to eat. Isn't it just patrolling the floor? Does anyone really dare to make trouble at our White Crane Hall? You're going to be tired. After this trip, let's go to the rest area on the sixth floor to have a drink and have a rest! Anyway, Mr. Lin doesn't like to be monitored. He has turned off all the cameras in the building. He will be lazy and others can't see it.

"Oh, that's true!" While the two were talking, they had already reached the corner of a wall, reached out and pressed the wall, and immediately raised a "dark grid". Outside was pasted with an ink painting, and inside was the elevator going down to the ground.

"Wait!" As soon as the elevator door was opened, the two walked inside. Wang Chan was also happy to hear it at this time. It was only that there was no way out of the mountains and rivers. Liu Anhuaming was another village. He was worried that he couldn't know how to go down to the third floor underground, but he didn't know where two people came out to lead the way. Suddenly, he shook his body and rushed in.

(to be continued)