Hell's spokesperson

Chapter 403 In the Bliss Hall

Xuanwu knocked on his head.

He doesn't care about 51% of Huangle Media's shares. It's really not sad to take out 45% of the shares to others, and he also controls the absolute control of 55%. That is to say, once the attack words he said today and the shares he controls, it is equivalent to no Say. Those stars got the money that Qin Yang easily extorted from Ying Zhi. Anyway, it was not his own, and with these shares, the master could earn back the amount he invested in almost no more than a year, or even far more. A sure-making deal.

"Have you seen your senior sister?" Qin Yang asked.

"I've seen it." Xuanwu nodded honestly and said.

"In the future, remember that she is your senior sister and the person we have to protect for the rest of our lives." Qin Yangdao.

Xuanwu nodded solemnly and said, "I will, Master!"

"Go back." Qin Yang said, "I still have a lot of things to deal with."

"Oh."

Xuanwu left honestly.

Late at night, quiet and terrible.

The slightly cold wind in Yanjing blew in the air, which made people feel cool. Under the street lamp, there was an accidental person who was also fleeting. Qin Yang walked on the wide street like a ghost. As he walked, a murderous sword appeared in his hand, and his right hand danced gently, and the sword buzzed. Originally handsome The pretty face is filled with a layer of darkness. If someone walks in front of him, they will be frightened to find that he is standing here so clearly but empty and untouchable.

Whey.

Several winds kept coming around. Qin Yang frowned slightly, and his pace became slower and slower. Men in silver and white robes appeared around him and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Come out." Qin Yang said coldly.

With a few stompings, six silver moon warriors suddenly appeared ten meters in front of Qin Yang. Everyone held a samurai knife in their hands, and Qin Yang hung an evil smile at the corners of his mouth: "And, come out."

It seems that according to what he said, several ninjas in dark purple ninja suits also quietly appeared in front of them. This group of people were the inhumane shadow killers of the Yamaguchi Group, and the leading three ninjas were gloomy. Qin Yang sneered and said, "Name?"

"Takagi is beautiful."

"Torii Yuanzhong."

"Torii Tadahiro."

"Well, Tokugawa's Sixteen God Generals. Unfortunately, one was killed, and the other was killed by my sixth uncle. What's wrong? Are the three of you also here to die?" Qin Yang asked with a sneer.

"Hmm, Qin Yang, you will die today!" Takagi said coldly.

"Do you think I will die in my territory? Are you too arrogant? Qin Yang sneered. After saying that, he looked at the Silver Moon Samurai and said, "What? Are you here to kill me, too?"

"Give over the key to the Qin Palace." The intention of the Silver Moon Samurai is very simple: "We can stand by and watch."

Qin Yang said, "Give it to you? Do you dare to try to get involved in the Qin Palace? I really don't know whether to live or die. I want to get the key. It's very simple. Kill me and say.

"Then don't blame us for being rude!"

After saying that, the six Silver Moon warriors were about to come forward, but Qin Yang clapped his hands. Suddenly, two people rushed out of the shadow. Hongjun and Guangcheng, their faces were very ugly, either because of something else, or because their lives were controlled by Qin Yang. Qin Shihuang was in him. The powerful energy left on them is the existence they can't resist. If Qin Yang is willing, they will die immediately.

Imagine, I used to think that it was the object of being played with and became the master who manipulated them. No one would be in a good mood, and at this time, they had to stand up and work. If Qin Yang died, they would not die easily, but they would be very, very cruel than death.

The Silver Moon Samurai never thought that Guangcheng, who had a problem with Qin Yang before, would help at this time, and the most unimaginable thing for them was the appearance of Hongjun. Compared with Kunlun Lao Niu's nose, a guy with unfathomable strength would work for Qin Yang at this time.

"Guangcheng, the Silver Moon Warrior will be handed over to you." Qin Yang said with a sneer.

Guangcheng's face changed.

If it is three, he is indeed not afraid of these silver moon warriors, but unfortunately these are six. The strength of the six silver moon warriors is completely above him. He is now equivalent to getting out of Kunlun. Qin Yang let himself deal with the six silver moon warriors instead of the stronger Hongjun. Obviously, he doesn't want to make himself feel good, Dian The type kills people with a knife.

"As for these shadow killers, Hongjun, it's up to you." Qin Yang said with a sneer.

Hongjun snorted coldly.

The Silver Moon Warrior and the Shadow Killer suddenly felt like a big enemy, while Qin Yang suddenly disappeared in place and quietly after taking a step forward. Even the shadow ninja who is proficient in invisibility doesn't know how he disappeared.

"You old guys, get out of here together!" Hongjun shouted.

But I saw that the old guy with three faces came out of the dark. He was in a dark purple ninja suit, also holding a samurai sword, and his strength was unfathomable. At this time, Guangcheng knew why Qin Yang asked Hongjun to deal with the shadow killer. Damn, it was obvious that the shadow killer was more and stronger. If you go up, you are likely to be attacked by the three old guys.

Let's not talk about this group of people.

Looking at the rooftop of a skyscraper.

The cold wind blew, and Qin Yang appeared on the rooftop like a ghost. The killing sword in his hand became more and more fierce, and his eyes showed a strange dark black. He smiled at the empty rooftop and said, "What's wrong? As the owner of Bliss Hall, do you like to watch good plays?

"Hmm."

A cold hum came.

But in the void, a ghost soldier in a black robe loomed, and a slightly majestic voice came out of the mouth of the ghost soldier: "I thought that the person who killed the spirit king would be Kunlun, but I didn't expect that he was also a spokesperson."

"Now I know." Qin Yang sneered.

"It's not too late."

"No, it's late." Qin Yang smiled and said, "If the Spirit King can pass on the news of my existence to you in time, I may be very unlucky, but unfortunately, he wants to swallow me and miss the best time."

"Well, it's not too late to kill you now." The owner of the Bliss Hall laughed.

"Haha, just rely on an eight-level ghost soldier to die."

Qin Yang rushed up with his sword. The weapon of the ghost soldier was a black machete. At first glance, it was not ordinary. The jingle collided with the hero's sword, but it was undamaged. Shaking his wrist, Qin Yang's speed suddenly accelerated. The hero's sword came out of the hole like a spiritual snake and stabbed out thousands of sword flowers. The body was more like the wind and speed. Even if it jumped, it was ten feet high and rushed straight down, full of murderous spirit, like a long rainbow through the sun. The ghost soldiers who killed retreated one after another, and there were three or four more wounds on his body in an instant, and the body was more Unreal.

"What a courage!" The owner of the Blissium shouted, and the ghost soldier disappeared in an instant. At the same time, he appeared behind Qin Yang. The machete danced, but Qin Yang's body was also empty. It disappeared in the blink of an eye, and stabbed into the belly of the ghost soldier in an instant. After the long sword was pierced, he saw layers of black gas flying out of the wound. The owner of Bliss Hall was angry. If I am here, how can this one be so arrogant?

The strength of the eighth-level ghost soldier is still much worse, especially in front of the spokesperson.

"March 3rd, I will definitely go back to China!"

The owner of the Bliss Hall shouted angrily.

Qin Yang sneered and said, "Kunlun is waiting for you at any time!"

After saying that, his body raised, like a whirlwind. In an instant, the eighth-level ghost soldier turned into a black gas and disappeared without a trace, and a machete fell to the ground. Qin Yang picked up the machete and looked at it carefully. Hearing a wolf roar suddenly from far away and near, there was a smile on the corners of his mouth, and his body disappeared in an instant. When he appeared, he had come to the street below, and a golden god wolf rushed from a distance like a wind, and a golden light kept rotating around the wolf, and the speed was not necessarily slow at all.

In the blink of an eye, the wolf rushed to Qin Yang's feet and kept rubbing against Qin Yang's legs, while the golden butterfly kept spinning back and forth around Qin Yang. Qin Yang touched the head of the wolf with a smile and said, "I'm finally back. I thought you had fallen outside."

The divine wolf whined twice, as if he was a little aggrieved.

"Smelling fart."

Qin Yang laughed and scolded.

The golden butterfly keeps flying and seems to be extremely excited.

At this time, a little cry suddenly came from afar. Qin Yang knew that it was Hongjun Guangcheng whose fight with them had ended for a while. He walked over and saw that Guangcheng had four or five wounds on his body, and his face was pale. There were two bodies of silver moon warriors lying under his feet, and on the other side, Torii Yuanzhong and four shadows playing soy sauce. The killer left his life, and Hongjun's face was gloomy and terrible.

"The Bliss Hall where the Silver Moon Samurai is located in March will participate in the search for the Xuanyuan Sword." Qin Yang threw out the machete in his hand, and Guangcheng took it.

"Although I don't like Kunlun and Xuanyuan, the fall of the national sword into the hands of foreigners is not what I want to see. If you are willing, let Kunlun and Xuanyuan be prepared." Qin Yang said, "I'm not very interested in that thing. You can take two days off to look for Xuanyuan Sword. You don't need to report to me how to arrange it.

Guangcheng was a little weak. He didn't want to spend his life here anymore. He snorted coldly and left. As for Hongjun, he stared deeply at Qin Yang and said, "I didn't expect that in ten years, I would fall into your hands."

"You think you control the fate of others, and in the end, you are just the ants of fate." Qin Yang said disdainfully, "People like you are the most ridiculous. You regard yourself as a so-called high-ranking person and others as played chess pieces. Now let you taste the taste of becoming a chess piece, which is also a reward. In the past few decades, you have been arrogant, and in the next few decades, you will be a slave for a lifetime.