"Oops!"

"I know that Qin Hou killed Mi in a snap of his fingers, and there are thousands of ways to make people's lives worse than death."

"However, Mi Wu has been mixed in the road for so many years, and he is somewhat bloody."

"If Master Hou wants to add this trumped-up charge to Mi Wu, then kill me and give me a good time."

"Life is inevitable to die, to be able to die in the hands of Hou Ye, that is Mi's honor."

"Master Hou, did you say yes?"

Mi Wu sighed and pretended to be helpless and painful.

Qin Yi knew that Mi Wu was a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and he was determined to rely on it to the end.

He really has a hundred ways to kill Mi Wu!

But what if Mi Wu was killed?

Things may not be found back, Mi Wu is making a procrastination trick, he wants to fight to the death!

It seems that if he doesn't really convince this grandson, even if he finds Song Jie, even if the antiques are in front of him, he will quibble in every possible way.

"Master Hou, give me three days, if your goods are still in Jinhai, Mi Wu is digging three feet into the ground, and I will find it back for you."

"Do you think that's going to work?"

Mi Wu patted his chest and slapped the package ticket.

"Okay, I'll give you three days."

Qin Yi half-squinted, revealing an evil sneer at Mi Wu.

"Okay Lak, see you in three days, Master Hou, please!"

Mi Wu laughed happily and personally sent Qin Yi out of the mansion.

It wasn't until he saw Qin Yi leave that Mi Wu sat on the big chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Shi Gong, this kid is not easy to be deceived at all, he insists that something is here with me! Looks like they're staring at me. ”

"Can we get him in three days?"

Mi Wu slapped the table and asked angrily.

Shi Gong just didn't say a word, secretly observing Qin Yi.

This is not a bluffer.

is an absolute powerhouse with the momentum of a prince who looks down on the world.

Everyone is a smart person, and Shi Gong knows very well that this three-day appointment is Qin Yi's acceptance of the provocation.

Three days later, between Mi Wu and Qin Hou, one person will die, and there will be no other way.

"Little Wu, you're betting a bit big."

"In this way, you first choose two good things and send them to your father's mansion, let him inform your two eldest brothers, and give Zhao Guangfu, the division commander of Jinhai, a breath."

"The old man immediately used his connections to send troops to the Northern Martial Arts Realm for you!"

"This battle is not only about your life, but also about the dignity of the northern martial arts world.

"Soldiers and martial arts go hand in hand, this battle will be won!"

Shi Gong stroked his beard and sneered.

"Shi Gong, if my little fifth son can survive this catastrophe, I will pick out the best one as a thank you gift."

When Mi Wu heard him say this, his heart settled.

……

The rooftop of Jinhai International Hotel.

"Sir, why don't you kill this thief on the spot and ask about my eldest brother and the treasure, wouldn't it be worry-free?"

Song Biao asked puzzled.

"It's no longer as simple as getting things back, it's a conversation about the martial arts of the north and the south."

"Since Mi Wu wants to provoke me, then I will fulfill him."

"Let the people of the Northern Martial Arts Realm wake up, Qin Hou is not only from the two rivers, but also from the world!"

Qin Yi looked at the dark sea of clouds in the distance and sneered.

He originally planned to use the Soul Cleansing Dafa to snatch Mi Wu's memory and easily find the cultural relics and Song Jie.

However, after thinking about it, he suddenly felt that this was an opportunity to make a name for himself.

The martial arts circles in the north and south have always been paranoid about each other.

The north has never looked down on the entire southern faction, Qin Yi will sooner or later unify the Chinese martial arts world and the underground world, since Mi Wu took the initiative to send them, it is just a stepping stone to become famous.

"Okay, then let Mi Wu live for three more days!"

Song Biao said coldly.

Three days went by in a flash!

I'm about to step into the sub-hour.

The heavy rain that had been falling for several days finally stopped, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

The white moonlight sprinkled like silver frost on every corner of the villa, as if to witness the most heroic battle between the north and the south tonight.

On the square in front of Mi Mansion, there were a thousand black-clothed disciples standing neatly, each holding a snow-bright long knife, standing solemnly.

They are all dead soldiers trained by Mi Wu over the years, everyone is not afraid of life and death, and everyone's hands are stained with blood, but they are a group of real jackals.

Just wait for Mi Wuyi to give an order, and any intruder can be torn to pieces.

Inside the hall!

Mi Wu sat on the top, looking at the alarm clock on the wall, and a smug sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The people sitting on either side are not simple.

The three people sitting on the left are Yan Chuang, the old master of the Golden Dao Gate.

Next to him was Wang Tianyang, the head of Qingfeng Dao of Jiuhua Mountain and the head of the Wang family.

There are three people sitting on the right, in addition to Shi Gong, there are two others, namely Huang Wei, the local grandmaster of Jinhai, and the other is Tan Eighteen, the northern Tan Leg Grandmaster.

The strength of these five masters is all at the grandmaster level!

Among them, the Qingfeng Dao Leader of Jiuhua Mountain has reached the peak of the early stage, and his strength is amazing.

Showing his eyes, the five grandmasters below were sitting in charge, and Mi Wu and Shi Gong laughed tacitly.

In the world, within three days, five grandmasters can be invited out of the mountain, and only Shi Gong is the only one.

As soon as the five divisions come out, the Qin thief will die!

"Mr. Mi, it's about to be the time of the child, is Qin Hou still coming?"

The first to speak was Yan Chuang, the old man of the Golden Dao Gate!

In addition to being the master of the Golden Sword Gate, Yan Chuang also served as the head of the Yanjing Military Region, a golden knife, crisscrossing the northern martial arts world, and was famous.

If you want to say who wants to get rid of Qin Yi the most in this game, it is undoubtedly this old man.

Qin Yi fought with the Dragon Gang, not only destroying five hundred Golden Sword disciples, but even the generals and ministers were dug into the corners by Qin Yi.

Therefore, the two sides can be described as a sea of blood feud!

"With Elder Yan and all the Grandmasters here, I think most of the Qin thieves don't dare to come."

Shi Gong laughed and laughed.

"That's right, I have invited Mr. Sima Qing in the martial arts world to watch the battle in person tonight, if Qin Hou doesn't come, Mr. Sima will write this matter into the history of the martial arts world, so that he will be the first person in Jiangdong to become a bullshit."

With a wave of his hand, Mi Wu pointed to a handsome man in a white shirt who was sitting in the corner of the wall, kneeling in front of the desk, soaked in sheep's hair.

"Don't worry, since it is a gentleman's life and death covenant, if Qin Hou does not come, Sima Qing must record it impartially."

"Today's battle, I define it as the Great War of the Northern and Southern Grandmasters, and its significance is second only to the Tianshan Rivalry at the peak of the martial arts world!"

"No matter who wins or loses, your names will live on in history."

Sima Qing put down the sheep's hair and hugged his fists to everyone.

"Mr. Sima's family has been in charge of the history of the martial arts world for generations, as well as the ranking of major martial arts lists such as the Huaxia Fengyun List, and is the authority of my martial arts world."

"It's great to have Mr. Sima watching the battle."

Shi Gong stroked his beard and smiled.

"Everyone, in this way, I can only fight with all my strength tonight, or Mr. Sima will teach me to wait for ten thousand years!"

Yan Chuang brushed his white hair and laughed loudly.

"Yan Gong said and laughed, Sima Bingbi, only talk about the truth, but seek the true history!"

"Win or lose, Yan Gong, your battle is just an internal contest in the martial arts world, how can it be left for ten thousand years."

Sima Qing smiled faintly.

PS: Today's update is complete, see you tomorrow, good night friends!

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