Chapter 81 Head Exposure

"Kh!" The sound of handover was like a collision of a chariot, and the aftershocks of the impact made the eardrums of people nearby buzz. In the entangled flame and pale golden halo, the figures of the two stood still for a moment.

Why was that powerful fist pinched by Qin Yan? He felt as if he had hit a mountain. Not only could he not make any progress, but he was shocked by the force of the recoil. And Qin Yan was also having a hard time. Although he held He Bofan's fist quickly, the huge sense of oppression from the palm of his hand was by no means like a human fist, but like a giant tripod that burned red. The hot temperature made the skin of his hand squeak, and the bones of the whole left arm also groan under great force.

After a short stagnation, he moved his body again, threw his right arm out, bullied himself and took a step forward, and his left fist hit Qin Yan's chest again.

Red inflammation hits the face, and the nostrils are full of hot heat waves. At this time, Qin Yan could no longer have superfluous thoughts. He had no choice but to let go of his right hand holding the wooden box and fight with He Bfan against the flame current.

The two bodies shook together, and both made a muffled hum. Their fists were separated at a touch, and they retreated two steps.

Under the momentum of that blow, hundreds of cobweb-like cracks were found on the basalt iron floor where Qin Yan stood, and two deep footprints were left in the place where Qin Yan stood, which showed that the anti-shock force he endured was more fiercer than Qin Yan. Just half a second after the two separated, Qin Yan's wooden box fell to the ground and made a thumping sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet square.

Qin Yan stared fiercely at He Fanfan, his face was full of gloomy and cold colors, but the afterglow of his sight glanced at the wooden box. Hebufan gasped a few times and finally recovered. He looked down at the wooden box and did not dare to squat down to pick it up. After two fights, he had to admit that the young man in front of him had enough strength to threaten him.

The future is terrible! But in any case, the Cangliu Hall must not swallow this evil breath!

The wooden box lay between the two people, less than two feet away from either side. At this time, it has successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

The onlookers can feel comfortable. Although they have not seen the scene of the two fairies fighting with swords in martial arts, they are lucky to witness such an additional duel, which can be regarded as a little compensation for their long wait.

What an irony! The two fairies did not fight, but their uncles and brothers couldn't help it. In full view of the public, how many people will exaggerate today's scene and evolve into the "Battle of Kowloon and the vicissitudes" among the storyteller population?

As the focus of attention, why don't you and Qin Yan have any happy thoughts? A famous martial arts senior can't fight against the younger generation, and he lost face in public. The other is worried about the safety of his uncle's head. If he does it again, the small wooden box will never withstand the random blow of anyone.

After forcing Qin Yan for a long time, he slowly said, "Mingda, put this box away. How can the things in Cangliu Hall be easily given to outsiders without my permission?

Zhang Mingda answered and looked at Die Shumeng hesitantly. Seeing that she was standing by and watching, he strode forward. He was about to squat down, but he heard Qin Yan and said, "Old man, you are strong, don't you care about the life or death of your disciples?"

A bitter chill oozed from the cold tone. Zhang Mingda was excited, and his movements suddenly froze halfway. In the war the day before yesterday, the dragon bone golden lion beast he relied on was stabbed and seriously injured in front of this person. That power still makes him feel palpitated. And the deep footprints and scattered cracks next to the wooden box reminded him that it would be a big problem to save his life if he was inserted into the battle between the two uncles.

He Bufan snorted coldly and shouted, "Don't worry about him, pick it up!" He saw that Qin Yan was just fierce. I don't think he has the courage to kill decent innocent disciples at the current time!

Qin Yan said slowly, "Brother Zhang, right? If you don't believe it, you can give it a try!"

The two said a sentence, but did not consider Zhang Mingda's feelings at all. Poor him is also a well-known new generation of stars in the world. At this moment, he is sandwiched between the two masters. He can't squat or stand, and he can't help sweating on his forehead.

But at this time, Lin Muyao, who had stopped next to Die Shumeng, suddenly walked over and said, "You are also face-headed characters in the world. Why do you shout for this?" She came to Zhang Mingda and picked up the wooden box with a low body, "Let me see what made Mr. Qin so nervous... Ah————"

With a loud and harsh scream, the wooden box fell down, and the contents rolled out. It was an angry head, covered with a thin layer of frost. You could faintly see the unbelievable expression on the deceased's face, but a pair of eyes had been occupied by blood, ferocious and horrible like a demon.

As long as you look at this kind of thing more, you will have nightmares at night!

Lin Muyao jumped back like a frightened rabbit. Mu Chengxue behind Die Shumeng also exclaimed, and his little face turned his head white.

He He looked down and immediately changed his face: "Blood thief! He is dead!" He still wanted to squat down and look carefully. Suddenly, he felt a chill hitting his bones, but Qin Yan took a step forward, and the fierce murderous spirit had enveloped him all over his body.

Exposing his uncle's head to everyone is by no means Qin Yan's wish. The blood-clothed thief was a frightening demon more than ten years ago. I don't know how many people's lives were killed. If he hadn't been broken by a real person in the battle of Guilinzhuang 11 years ago, he would have continued to be a nightmare for decent people. Since he hid and returned to seclusion, there have been countless people in the world who want to avenge him. Just from the reaction of the people present at this moment, we can know a little about it:

"Blood thief, this dog thief is dead! I hate that I haven't been able to eat his meat, so I let him die cheaply!"

"Aunt, aunt, the wicked have been killed, and you can rest in heaven!"

"Hateful! He died at the hands of others..."

In more than ten years of bloody career, how many ghosts have been waiting for his head sacrifice, and how many descendants have practiced for ten years to seek the day of killing their enemies? Unfortunately, they will never have a chance.

Many people present had red eyes. They stared at the ferocious head and began to think about how much it would cost to buy it? As long as they can wash away the shame of the family and comfort the spirits of their ancestors, they can pay enough!

Qin Yan glanced at the audience and saw their joy or hatred, just a sneer in his heart. If you really have the ability, how can the life of the blood-clothed thief fall into my hands! I stayed for 11 years, but you didn't even touch his trace. At this time, you cried. Do you think this can comfort the spirits of the dead in heaven?

He stared at He Fan with hatred. It's all bad things from your old man. You'd better pray that you don't get into the hands of me one day!