Chapter 107 Tang Jieshou is coming

At this time, Wang Chan was completely immersed in his own world. He practiced boxing during the day and meditated at night. At the time, he practiced the magical power of soldiers to condense the invisible knife. Gradually, his hands index fingers were washed away by the endless seven killing star power in the six meridians.

Until a few days later, he was able to condense 18 knives in his meridians. They attacked from afar and took them close, all of which were like arms. It was a sign that he had initially practiced into a seven-kill blood knife. However, it is still far away from the small realm of heaven and earth.

At night, the bright moon was in the sky. He practiced and launched the seven-killing knife formula with all his strength. Between the ten fingers, the knife light surged forward and forth. In front of him, the square was full of blood, and he looked like a huge snowball from a distance.

Move with him, and the knife light is Huo Huo. As long as he goes, it is a mess. It is not only the mountains, rocks, plants and trees that are all twisted into powder, but also the soil under the feet is cut a foot deep, and the silk knife light only cuts the ground like powder. So much so that after Wang Chan's work, he stepped on it with one foot, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in the sand swamp. All of a sudden, he sank into the ground. With a little movement, the dust immediately flew.

Again, Wang Chan practiced boxing until dawn. He turned over from the Great Wall and just returned to the cave residence, but suddenly found that there were tourists on this section of the Wild Great Wall. At the beginning, there were only two or two young men and women carrying mountaineering bags. By the time of nine o'clock, the young people gathered more and more. Before noon, some people even set up three or four tents in the forest near the stream, and seven or eight people began to "bury the pot to make rice".

And Wang Chan was busy practicing during this period. In the first few days, he could still take care of himself in case of the Lin family's revenge. However, after the seven-killing knife formula was practiced by him, people also devoted themselves wholeheartedly. If it hadn't been for the sudden arrival of this group of people, the No. 50 or 60 people would have made a noisy voice, breaking the flat in the mountain forest. Jing, I'm afraid that Wang Chan will really pass through this endless practice.

"Although there are sporadic tourists in this section of the Great Wall, how can it be so lively? I don't know what these college students are doing here? Looking at them like this, I'm afraid they will camp and stay for three or five days"

Wang Chan saw the group of young men and women dressed uniformly from afar. Everyone was holding a small blue triangle flag in their hands. The two were taller and stronger in the middle. They also held two big red flags, dancing back and forth and fluttering in the wind. At a glance, you can see the words "Not a hero of the Great Wall" and "Jinghai University" written on it. The word is that Wang Chan also knows that these people are all college students in the capital. I'm afraid they organized together and went camping.

At the same time, the capital airport.

The sky looks a little gloomy, with a few scattered clouds. It looks like it's going to rain, and the weather is very sultry.

Four or five black cars directly passed through the airport monitoring security door, entered, and drove into the airport from the special lane. They lined up and stopped slowly.

Then as soon as the door opened, six or seven tall men in black suits came down from the front and back of the car at the same time. They were full of energy and simple and capable movements. As soon as they got out of the car, four people scattered and looked around neatly and carefully guarded. At first glance, they were well-trained "bodyguards".

Then, the remaining two big men in black bent over and pulled open the door of an extended and heavier military carriage in the middle, put down a steel plate and put it on the ground, and a "barehead" man pushed a wheelchair down from the car. The bald man was not tall, but he had a pair of big hands like a fan. He was as bronze, square, wide and thick. He pushed the wheelchair down and gently pushed it up, and he stood on the ground.

On the wheelchair in his hand, there is a middle-aged man with facial features like a knife. His back is straight like a javelin, but his hands and feet are on the wheelchair. He looks a little soft and weak. It is Lin Changzhi, the third son of the Lin family, who was broken by Wang Chan.

Before, Wang Chan wanted to kill him, but he was blocked by Ye Tianshi. When all the dust settled, when he remembered, the Lin family had received the news and sent a large group of people to clean up the mess. It was thought that Lin Changzhi was also found and rescued at that time. It's just that his hamstrings and hamstrings are all broken. Even if modern medical care is advanced, it is not as good as before when it is reconnected. Not to mention practicing boxing and martial arts, he feels unable to walk faster.

What's more, he still has a hard wound left by Wang Chan. Several bones are either broken or broken. It will take at least half a year to be completely raised. So at this time, he can only use a wheelchair like a disabled person when he goes out. He is afraid that it is not safe, so he also brought a few bodyguards with him.

At this time, a plane was falling from the sky, from fast to slow, and slowly stopped on the runway.

This aircraft is obviously not an internationally accepted passenger aircraft model. The fuselage is only half the size of a Boeing 747, but it is very luxurious. On the blue and white side of the fuselage, the words "to the public" are written in Chinese and English.

At first glance, it is a privately owned business plane.

When the cabin door of the plane slowly opened and fell down the escalator, Lin Changzhi raised his hand heavily and waved forward. Without saying anything, the group of people gathered around his wheelchair and walked forward together.

At the same time, an old man in his 70s and 80s, dressed in a black loose Tang suit, slowly walked out of the plane. The old man was straight, with a pair of traditional Chinese thousand-layer cloth shoes under his feet, with a clear face, white hair and white beards. He shrank his hands in the depths of his sleeves and did not show it. He looked gloomy and seemed to have It doesn't look good.

Lin Changzhi's eyes shrank and gently touched the hand of the bald man behind him. He did not look back, but his lips moved gently, and his voice was clearly spread out: "Brother, this person is Tang Xie's hand of the Hongmen General Hall in Honolulu. What do you think of Liang's gossip palm?"

"I'm 70 or 80 years old. What can I do if I'm strong? Dong Haichuan's gossip palm comes from Taoism. Although he is good at health care, he is exhausted. If I fight with him, I am at least 70% sure to beat him. However, the older generation of trainers like him have the secret of maintaining physical strength and a single blow. It is also difficult to fight hard. If you can't stand it, you can't make a face-to-face move, that is, death or injury. The bald man turned out to be a monk or Lin Changzhi's brother. Hearing Lin Changzhi's question, he put his eyes on the old man's face. His deep eyes flashed, and he saw the truth of the other party. Obviously, he is also a master of boxing.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether he can fight or not. What I want is to borrow Hongmen's knife to deal with Wang Chan. In addition to him, there are countless masters of Hongmen. As long as this old guy dies in the hands of Wang Chan again, everything will be fine! Otherwise, why should I pick him up in person...?" With a fierce burst of ** on his face, Lin Changzhi's eyes swept over his hands and feet, and his hatred for Wang Chan in his heart was completely incomparable.

An iron-blooded soldier who crosses the battlefield, you can imagine that he has become a useless man who can't stand his shoulders and can't lift his hands, and can't even walk fast. What a heavy blow!!!

"If you put up with it, Brother Lin, your tendons and hamstrings can't be cured in the hospital, which doesn't mean that we can't cure them in Shaolin Temple. Two days ago, the master sent a message that he was dispersing the secret system for you. It won't take long, and the temple will send someone to come. At that time, even if the people from Hongmen can't do it, we will give it to you. It's revenge."

"Well, fortunately, the master is still here..." Lin Changzhi nodded and stopped talking.

In just a few words, at this time, there were already 20 or 30 people on the plane, divided into two rows, all standing behind the old man in Tang costume, with a "gossip knife" with a heavy shark scabbard in the front hand. The top is slightly covered with red silk, revealing only a small corner.

After Tang Jie took off the plane, he took a look at Lin Changzhi, frowned slightly, and did not speak first.

Although the Lin family has power all over the world and great power, Tang Xieshou is also the deacon and elder of Hongmen. He has great power. Millions of disciples of Hongmen are all over the world. From a certain point of view, he does not think that his status will be worse than that of Lin Changzhi.

At this time, a middle-aged man standing behind Tang Xie's hand had come up and punched Lin Changzhi. It was Hongmen Laoli: "This is Mr. Lin Changzhi. I have only contacted you on the phone before. It's the first time I've met you today. Thank you very much for coming to pick me up."

"Lin Changzhi smiled gently and raised his hand and arched: "You are Jack Chen. Everyone is one of us. You're welcome."

"Mr. Lin, let me introduce to you. This is my master, Elder Tang of the Hongmen Association. The people behind are all my brothers and several friends who came to help the boxing."

"I have been looking forward to Mr. Tang's name for a long time. I have some friendship with Master Liang Hongbin of Liang's gossip palm. From his mouth, I know that you are still his elder. There are still some problems with Lin's feet, which are not good, so I can only sit down and ask you. I hope the old gentleman will not blame me!" A faint smile suddenly surged on Lin Changzhi's face. He sat in a wheelchair and spoke to Tang Xie first.

"Your hands and feet are also ruined by Wang Chan, so our two families are the same enemy!" Tang Xie glanced at Lin Changzhi's hands and feet, and his voice was as cold as a knife: "So, let's not be polite. My grandson Tang Niu lost your Lin family to collect the body and took care of it for so long. If there is nothing else, I want to see my grandson immediately."

Although it has been so long, as long as Tang Niu's name is mentioned, it is as spicy as Tang Xie's hand, and there is also an involuntary twitch on his face, and his eyes can't stop revealing an uncontrollable hatred, crack! A series of bone bursts are endless.

(to be continued)