Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

"If it weren't for the choice of Sun Baifa."

"Otherwise I would have followed quietly."

Yue Buqun also spoke frankly.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust Ning Zhongze’s military power.

But the world is dangerous.

Many plots cannot be prevented by force.

Not to mention that Yu Hongyan is another version of Lin Xianer.

She was alone.

Any trouble that might arise would make Ning Zhongze run around in a hurry.

Fortunately.

Huashan has enough cards to use.

Enough to keep these children safe.

As for Ning Zhongze?

Yue Buqun only wanted to mourn for those who had provoked her.

Chapter 127 Stone City

The land of Yanbei.

As early as two months ago.

Sun Baifa is telling stories here.

At this moment, there was no fluctuation of his true energy.

The famous Tianji stick turned into a slender bamboo stick.

Old face.

Interesting conversation style.

From time to time, it would cause laughter or exclamations from everyone in the store.

Therefore, many restaurants and inns welcomed him to tell stories.

Such a white-haired Sun.

Even people who are familiar with him would find it difficult to recognize him.

And at this time.

This fellow, who had no image of a peerless master at all, was squatting on the eaves of the Zuo family's house in Yanbei, smoking a pipe and watching the panic-stricken situation below.

There is also the arrogance and domineering behavior of the Money Gang.

Wind, rain and meteors fall towards the pines.

A master on the weapon list, and also the leader of the Money Gang's branch.

At this time, he had already trapped all the members of the Zuo family.

A large group of Jinqian Gang members dressed in yellow had their bamboo hats removed, revealing their true appearance.

This means that the Money Gang will not leave anyone alive.

"Why don't you listen?"

Xiang Song enjoyed the Zuo family's fear.

Especially the expressions of the elderly, women and children who wanted to scream in fear but were strangled by their family members.

The feeling of having control over other people's life and death is so comfortable.

Even made him intoxicated.

The Zuo family's Patriarch shouted, "Why do you, the Money Gang, want to take away our Zuo family's nearly century-old fortune with just one sentence?"

"We, the Zuo family, simply rejected your offer, and you killed seventeen of us."

"Do you guys in the Money Gang still have any laws?"

The old man of the Zuo family was so angry that his blood boiled and he was extremely sad and angry.

The Zuo family has been working diligently for hundreds of years.

Indisputable.

Just because of a profitable business.

They were unexpectedly spied on and plundered by the Money Gang.

Is there anything in this world more domineering than the Money Gang?

Even the Sun and Moon Demon Cult didn't treat their Zuo family like this.

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"

"Money falls to the ground, but lives are lost!"

Xiang Song sneered, "Haven't you heard of the style of our Money Gang?"

At this moment, he is already ready to make a move.

This is the desire to kill.

It is also a desire for power.

As long as we kill the Zuo family's chicken, the monkeys in Yanbei will wake up.

It is natural to succumb to their money gang.

"and many more."

"We promise you that."

Old Master Zuo realized that the atmosphere was not right and quickly shouted, "I am willing to join the Money Gang and I am willing to hand over all my family property."

Compared with life.

What is family property?

If a person is gone, no matter how much wealth he has, it will all be in vain.

"slow."

Xiang Song shook his head.

Before they come here.

It starts from the moment they lift their hats to reveal their true faces.

There is no turning back for the Zuo family.

"Don't……"

Old Master Zuo was very anxious.

The Zuo family patriarch’s face was filled with fear.

Zuo's daughters-in-law and daughters cried bitterly in unison.

The scene was chaotic.

“It’s indeed slow.”

Sun Baifa knocked on the pipe and shook off the ash.

Landing leisurely in the courtyard.

"run!"

Xiang Song is very decisive.

He knew the gap between himself and Sun Baifa.

The battle at Tianji Pavilion.

Dozens of weapons-level masters from the Jinqian Gang besieged Sun Baifa.

This also includes himself and Jing Wuming.

In the end, Sun Baifa still broke through and killed Shangguan Jinhong.

Now it’s just me and more than 20 experts from the Money Gang’s branches.

It’s not enough for Sun Baifa to kill.

"late."

Sun Baifa was not originally a bloodthirsty person.

When the Tianji Pavilion was destroyed, the Sun family was almost wiped out.

Sun Baifa is no longer the original Tianji Old Man.

He was too lazy to even use the Tianji Rod.

The pipe in your hand is another kind of Tianji stick.

Just like that, he pointed at Xiang Song's back.

Never thought.

Xiang Song had long expected that he would become Sun Baifa's primary target of attack.

The two weapons flew past like meteors.

As fast as a strong wind.

A storm as violent as a rainstorm.

Even heavy weapons can be interpreted to such a level.

It is worthy of being called a meteor of wind and rain.

He is indeed a master of weapons.

however.

Sun Baifa didn't even look at it.

The pipe skillfully connected two points in the air.

The so-called strong winds and heavy rains were all directed in other directions.

One hit the master of the Jinqian Gang's branch.

One of them smashed right through the wall.

This is the perfect combination of strength, internal power and skills.

It is a skill in stick fighting that is close to the Tao.

At last.

Sun Baifa pushed out with his palm.

The pipe, with sparks flying, hit Xiang Song's back of the head hard.

Xiang Song's bag exploded like a ripe melon falling to the ground.

Red and white...

It splashed all over the floor.

Many people in the Zuo family were frightened to death by this brutal scene.

Sun Baifa opened his hand and sucked.

The pipe then returned to his hand.

"Pity."

"You burned so much of my good tobacco."