"Boss Wang, let's tell you the truth!" Chen Linjun touched his nose and said with a teasing face: "I was pretending to be before, pretending to force you, do you understand? I took more than a dozen steps back and covered my chest to show you, it's all fake!"

"Fake?" Wang Bishi was skeptical: "Even if you were fake before, but your skills are indeed inferior to mine, why are you suddenly so powerful later?"

"Hehe, Boss Wang, you are two eggs gone, it should just be that you don't have the ability of a man, how can you even have a problem with your brain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 I don't understand such a simple thing, the first time, I only had 50% of my strength, and the second time it was 80%, understand?"

Well, the king has the heart to die.

Damn, Chen Linjun really scolded right, why didn't he think of this, a person is too confident, and he often ignores some things.

Wang Bishi's eyes were extremely sad, he now understood that even if Chen Linjun didn't use the Tianyang Divine Skill, his internal strength was above him, and he could easily dissolve his powerful Vajra Fist.

If he is still a martial saint, this Chen Linjun's weirdness should be above that of a martial saint.

"Chen Linjun, who are you?" asked Wang Bishi unwillingly.

Chen Linjun stepped forward, put his hand on Wang Bishi's left shoulder, and just pinched it gently, and the sound of "Quack Collapse ......" suddenly sounded with a broken bone.

Ah, everyone was stunned. How could this be, why was Wang Bishi defenseless at all?

Does he think that his appearance is already miserable enough, since Chen Linjun will save himself, he will definitely not hurt himself again?

Wang Bishi's brows squeezed into a Sichuan character.

However, he still showed the demeanor of a martial saint, and he didn't scream a word of pain.

"Boss Wang, do you still want to know my true identity? But let me remind you, everyone who knows my true identity is already dead. If you don't want to die, never guess in the future, understand?" Chen Linjun gently slapped Wang Bishi's face.

At this moment, Wang Bishi not only wiped out his hands, but the internal force of the punch just now had already shocked him to a disordered meridian, and he was already powerless to fight back.

"Okay, okay, I don't guess, I don't guess, can I go?" Wang Bishi motioned to the people next to him to come and help him.

At this moment, suddenly the bodyguard next to him screamed, only to see the black-clothed man and horse kill like a whirlwind.

At the front were an old and a young masked man in black, and behind him were eighteen large men in black cloaks.

Their arrival was wrapped in a strong murderous aura, which made Wang Bishi's heart instantly cold to the extreme.

This is Yannan Eighteen Hei under the leadership of Chen Sanwolf after defeating Wang Bishi's large army attacking the construction site, and rushed to the Ruoling Group Building to reinforce Chen Linjun.

Looking at the figures that floated over like dragonflies just now, you can know that this is the real Yannan Eighteen Black. And the older one at the front should be the behind-the-scenes leader of Yannan Eighteen Black, that is, Chen Shihao, the leader of the martial arts alliance back then.

Whether it is Yan Nan Eighteen Hei or Chen Shihao, there is a possibility of ending his own life.

Not to mention that now he has been beaten by Chen Linjun to the point that he only has half a life, even his peak state is not Chen Shihao's opponent, otherwise ten people would not have joined forces back then, and it took many actions to succeed.

Wang Bishi's eyes were dark, the soles of his feet were weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Just now, the subordinates have already reported that this group of men in black has severely damaged their own security guards, that is, the thug team. And the rest of the security guards escaped, and were caught by the police, and they were gone.

If Chen Shihao, who had suffered so badly back then, came, would it still be possible to survive?

"Wang Bishi, do you still recognize me?" the younger and older masked man suddenly flashed a sword that shone with cold light, pointing it directly at Wang Bishi's throat.

"You, you ......" Wang Bishi's voice trembled: "You, you are Chen Shihao, you, you didn't die back then?"

That's right, whether it is the profound light skills of the people who have never come, or the voice of the speaker, Wang Bishi will never forget that this is Chen Shihao.

"Hehe, it seems that your brain is not bad yet, Wang Bishi, today is your death date, what else do you have to say?" Chen Shihao's voice was cold.

At this time, he thought of the scene of his wife being killed, she was humiliated by Wang Bishi and ten other people, and it was unbearable.

And in order to save his wife, he fell into a secret plan and was seriously injured and fell off the cliff.

How can this revenge not be avenged?

Wang Bishi was already in utter despair, for he knew that his sins could not be forgiven.

"Haha......" Things must be reversed, and Wang Bishi, who was already stepping on the Huangquan Road at this moment, suddenly laughed.

"Ugh!" just his laughter came to an abrupt halt.

It turned out that Chen Shihao's hand reached the top of his head, and he slammed out his palm, and a powerful gas burst out.

Wang Bishi instantly felt a fire burning in his body, burning his whole body itching, and he wanted to scratch it, but found that not only could he not use his hands and feet, but he also couldn't move his feet.

He wanted to call his men to help him, but suddenly he felt his throat blocked, and he couldn't spit out a single word.

Chen Shihao slowly withdrew his hand and sneered: "Wang Bishi, are you bent on death?" Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly, I have to try all the hardships I have suffered in the past ten years!"

After speaking, Chen Shihao stood up, glanced around coldly, and then squeezed his brows at Chen Sanwolf.

"Yes, father!" Chen Sanwolf naturally understood what Chen Shihao meant.

"Abolish them!" Chen Sanwolf waved the dagger in his hand.

"Kill!" The eighteen black-clothed figures behind him flickered, like ghosts, and instantly rushed in front of Wang Bishi's remaining two dozen master-level bodyguards.

Ah, those bodyguards have long been so frightened that they don't have any ability to resist, watching the man in black pounce on him, they actually forgot the instinct to escape.

It's like chopping melons and cutting tofu. Eighteen black-clothed men raised their knives and fell, and the cold light flashed, cutting off one of the arms of those bodyguards in an instant.

"Ah......" It took a few seconds for the arms to fly out before the bodyguards felt the pain and let out a pig-killing howl.

The blood gushed out like a fountain, and they hurriedly pressed it with their other hand to stop the bleeding.

"Let's go!" Chen Shihao waved his hand.

Chen Sanwolf and the eighteen black-clothed men moved when they heard the wind, and followed behind Chen Shihao like shadows.

"Wait a minute!" Chen Linjun shouted, and instantly rushed to the front of Chen Shihao, bent his legs, and was about to kneel, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Father......"

Chen Shihao's eyes were quick, his right hand suddenly stretched out, and he held Chen Linjun up, and then didn't let him say a word behind him, and shouted loudly: "I'm sorry, we don't know you!"