Chapter 16 Pick a good head!
Wang Xuan's eyes lit up. What a beautiful cannon punch! If one had grasped the true meaning of the cannon punch, he might have reached the great perfection realm. A punch of such power could break the bones of an ordinary person.

His body sank slightly, but Wang Xuan stood still like a mountain. He met the attack with a palm. Zhou Hu's enormous power poured out and was all released into the floor by him.

boom!
The floor exploded, and Wang Xuan's feet sank several inches and stepped on the concrete floor. At the same time, a dull drum sound was heard, and the whole building felt a slight tremor.

But at this time, Wang Xuan still did not take a step back, and stood firmly in the same place, truly as still as a mountain.

On the other hand, Zhou Hu was shocked by Wang Xuan's huge force and retreated two or three steps, directly retreating to the door, faster than he had rushed in just now.

Get out the same way you came in! Wang Xuan's palm was so domineering.

Zhou Huzhen's hands went numb, his pupils shrank, and his voice was as loud as iron: "Your strength is at least 60 to 70% greater than mine, and your stance has been perfected, with a lower body as immovable as a mountain.

Good! You do have some skills, but I am not sure I can beat you. Goodbye! "

He left without saying a word, and even closed the door for Wang Xuan to prevent Wang Xuan from rushing out to fight with him.

With just one move, he knew that he was actually no match for Wang Xuan. How could someone who could master the Hunyuan Posture not have other martial arts skills?

Wang Xuan found out his background, but he didn't find out Wang Xuan's background, so the outcome was clear!
Rushing downstairs, the red-clothed guest stood with a knife in his arms: "It seems that you have run into a tough opponent and have been defeated. Didn't he say that he is not at the bone training stage? How could you be so unsure?"

"God knows how he is so strong. Even at the peak of bone training, his strength is only around two thousand pounds, but his strength is probably close to three thousand pounds. His tendons are like heavy bows, and one push can send me flying far away." Zhou Hu complained.

"Really?" The smile on the face of the red-clothed guest who was originally joking gradually disappeared. "I heard that he was born with supernatural powers. I didn't expect it to be true. His strength is almost catching up with the level of my bone training realm."

People who are born with supernatural powers are all martial arts geniuses. How could they not reach the bone training realm in their twenties? He would believe it even if they could fly to the innate realm.

"Let's go. Let's come back at night. There are so many people here during the day and it's not easy to see blood." The man in red hung the knife on his waist and strolled with Zhou Hu on the road in the community.

But suddenly he was startled, and in an instant he drew his sword and stood in front of Zhou Hu. He looked up and saw Wang Xuan standing on the balcony at the first sight.

Wang Xuan held the two-meter-long sniper rifle steadily, aimed at Zhou Hu's head, and was ready to shoot at any time.

Zhou Hu saw that his elder brother was acting abnormally, and when he found Wang Xuan, his heart tightened and his whole body went cold. He was actually being targeted by a sniper rifle and was on the line between life and death without even knowing it!
The red-clothed man frowned. Wang Xuan's gun was very steady and probably very accurate. Only the best shooters were qualified to use a sniper rifle. If he fired, he was sure he could leave alive, but he was not sure he could take Zhou Hu away.

When Zhuang turned and Xia aimed at him, the threat of death became even more serious. The red-clothed man kicked Zhou Hu away and said, "Stay behind the wall!"

During this period, Wang Xuan did not shoot. His real opponent was the Man in Red, a strange man who was dressed in red and looked so handsome that he was weird.

The man in red did not move. He could feel Wang Xuan aiming at his dantian. At this moment, he was trying to decide whether his body and sword were faster, or Wang Xuan's gun was faster and more accurate!

He moved between breaths. His confidence was far greater than Zhou Hu thought. He took a step forward and covered a distance of ten feet. In just two more steps, he would be in the corner, out of Wang Xuan's sight.

Like a tiger pouncing on its prey or a cat swerving in circles, he was extremely fast and had no fixed route, obviously trying to avoid the sniper rifle's aim.

But what kept him worried was that the terrifying feeling of being targeted was like a maggot attached to his bones, which could not be driven away, as if it were the gaze of the god of death.

In a breath, he left the open space and stood behind the wall. However, he was not happy. Instead, he was puzzled. Wang Xuan clearly had the opportunity to shoot, but he did not make any move.

"What a terrible sniper."

The man in red exclaimed in admiration. It was very difficult for an ordinary gunman to aim at an agile martial artist from ten meters away. He even managed to escape from a shooting by more than a dozen people.

He still underestimated Wang Xuan. Such a sharpshooter is far more valuable than a cultivator. With a sniper rifle in his hand, he can threaten a fully armed army of a hundred people and kill people from a thousand meters away.

Even he couldn't dodge the bullets and could only take them. I'm afraid most of the monks who practice internal organs would be in trouble. Most of them without bulletproof vests and weapons would probably die from the bullets.

On the balcony, Wang Xuan put away his sniper rifle and jumped down. After a few steps, he went down five floors and walked towards the man in red.

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"Cough cough."

With a cough, an old man holding a pipe over a foot long walked on the street. He was wearing a simple robe that fit him well, and the smoke he exhaled almost enveloped him.

Passersby ignored this strange sight and passed by the old man without even glancing at him, as if there was nothing but air around him. Looking at the skyscraper in front of him, the words "Hongguang Building" were very eye-catching. The old man nodded and said, "It seems to be here. It's OK."

He took a step forward and disappeared from where he was, without a trace left.

Successful people dressed in business suits come and go, luxury cars and hovercrafts stop from time to time, and those who come in and out are all rich people. There is no mediocre person who can work in this building, and the salary is far above the average.

Hongguang Building belongs to the Zhao Group. The famous Hongguang Gaming Company is located on the upper floors. Zhao Tianxing, who started from scratch, is its largest director and controls a huge fortune.

This middle-aged man with trillions of wealth works in a luxurious office of thousands of square meters. There are many rare flowers and plants in the original high-rise building, which is like a small park.

Zhao Tianxing did not look plump, but instead had a straight and slender body. He reviewed the documents at a glance, very capable, like a workaholic.

Someone pushed open the office door, and immediately a smoky smell floated in, following the flow of people and lingering in the air for a long time.

"No smoking here. I order you to put out your cigarette within ten seconds!" Zhao Tianxing gave the order without even raising his head.

"Ahem, I'm afraid that won't work. Smoking is the only hobby I have left as an old man, and I can't bear to put it out."

Zhao Tianxing frowned, and when he looked up, he saw an old man smoking. He couldn't be his employee. And when the old man came in, he was not stopped by the bodyguards, which was obviously strange.

"Do you have something to talk to me about?" Zhao Tianxing was not at all flustered. He had experienced too many ups and downs in his life.

The old man nodded: "Something happened, I don't know if it's a big deal or a small deal."

"And for me?"

"It's a big deal." The old man laughed.

"Then it's probably just a small matter for you." Zhao Tianxing picked up the teacup on the table and drank the tea slowly.

"But I don't think so." Zhao Tianxing opened his mouth and spit out a flying sword at lightning speed, heading towards the old man's eyebrows.

This sword, named "Po Xie", is his natal flying sword, and has killed several celestial demons! Several celestial immortals also died in his hands, including a great sword immortal.

Because he is a great swordsman admired by the world!
"Good sword! The swords from Tianjian Mountain are pretty good." The old man smiled as he watched the flying sword coming towards him. He casually knocked his pipe out, and the pipe hit the tip of the flying sword.

Under Zhao Tianxing's gaze, the flying sword broke inch by inch, like mud, and shattered into countless pieces. It couldn't even withstand the impact of the old man's pipe.

"puff!"

Zhao Tianxing vomited blood from his mouth. His natal flying sword was destroyed. How could he get by easily?

"A great swordsman in the second realm of celestial immortals, this is your confidence, right? It's not easy to cultivate to this realm." The old man knocked off the ash from his cigarette.

"I wonder what you want from me, senior? If I can do it, I would be willing to give you my entire fortune!" Zhao Tianxing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and bent down respectfully.

As long as he could survive, he would be able to get back everything he lost, even double it! Because behind him was Tianjian Mountain, the extremely powerful mountain gate.

"It's just a small matter. I, He Laoliu, came here just to pick a good head." The old man laughed, "This good head is on your shoulder."

"Mine?" Zhao Tianxing's eyes were bloodshot.

Why was it him? He had never provoked the other party! Why! He practiced for a hundred years to reach the Divine Infant realm, how could he be unwilling to die!
He Laoliu sighed, "I wouldn't be so bored as to come and take your head. What a shame! What a shame! What a shame! My apprentice's father was beheaded by your son, and in the end his body was destroyed and he didn't even have a chance to revive.

Tell me, is it reasonable for me to take your head?"

A fairy light flashed, and under Zhao Tianxing's horrified gaze, his head rolled to the ground with a thud, and hot blood splattered on the ceiling.

It is only natural that a son's debts should be paid by his father.

(End of this chapter)