Ouyang said slowly, "What you said is very reasonable. Zhan Peng is like a dragon, while the French king of Kowloon is a tiger. There will be a wound when fighting, and then we can reap the profits."
Ouyang Buping took a small red bottle from his arms and threw it to Li Chengfeng. "This bottle of medicine is the antidote."
Li Chengfeng stretched out his hand and took the way, "The hand will immediately complete this matter."
The night is starry.
The sky is like a vault hanging over the fields.
The grass in the fields nodded frequently in the breeze.
The grass is littered with stones, and some insects are crying happily.
There are worms, joy, and some worries.
There is no light in the shabby thatched cottage, and there are some sad sounds going out from time to time.
It’s eerie here, like a ghost howling and a wolf crying. It’s a broken thatched cottage rather than a grave built on the ground.
Who will live in such a desolate place? Who is so bold?
The more barren the place, the safer it will be.
The King of Kowloon is highly toxic, and this kind of poison has been issued. As Ouyang said, no one can stand it, not even the King of Kowloon?
Fortunately, he is strong enough, otherwise he would be a dead man now.
It is precisely because he is a member of the Kowloon French King that he can attack Ouyang uneven after poisoning and take Liu Yanfei away at the same time.
Lu Yanfei shriveled opposite the Kowloon French King. He watched the Kowloon French King meditate. Beads of sweat flowed from the Kowloon French King’s face to the ground. Sometimes his mouth would make a sad cry, as if he were very uncomfortable.
Liu Yanfei dared not touch, for he was afraid of disturbing the King of Kowloon.
The French king of Kowloon is like a tiger. Even if he is seriously injured, he can kill Lu Yanfei with one move.
Liu Yanfei wants to test the situation of a Kowloon French king. "French king, in fact, you are not so uncomfortable. You send me back and I promise to let Ouyang uneven give you the antidote."
The King of Kowloon didn’t speak. He put his palms on his chest and palms facing each other.
A few wisps of white smoke emerged from the palm of the Kowloon French King, and the color of the white smoke gradually deepened and became heavy, and finally turned into black smoke.
Lu Yanfei moved two steps closer to the King of Kowloon, and continued, "This poison is a strange poison. Even if your martial arts are no higher, you can’t force it out. If you force it like this, it will make the poison faster. I advise you to struggle less."
Kowloon French king’s eyes have been closed, and it seems that he didn’t hear what Lu Yanfei was saying
Lu Yanfei became bolder. He carefully moved to a place three feet away from the French king in Kowloon.
In this position, Liu Yanfei is still sure of the success of the raid.
Although Lu Yanfei has no sword or knife in his hand, he has a branch three feet long.
Although the branches are not sharp, they can poke a person blind, including the King of Kowloon.
Many martial arts experts in the world died not because they met a martial arts expert who was superior to him, but because they met a meaner person who was assassinated by them.
If Lu Yanfei really killed the King of Kowloon, Lu Yanfei’s fame will not only increase greatly, but he can also escape from the clutches.
If the King of Kowloon was really killed by Lu Yanfei, he must be the most cowardly martial arts expert in the Jianghu.
The eyes of the King of Kowloon have been closed, and there is black smoke coming out of his head, which rises slowly from here like a chimney.
He didn’t open his eyes. Now it’s his luck to push the poison button. At this moment, he may be possessed by a small move at any time, and even his thoughts may cost him his life.
Lu Yanfei certainly wouldn’t miss this opportunity. He raised the branch to the left eye of the Kowloon French king and stabbed it.
Although this move is not a coup, it seems to Lu Yanfei that this move is his most proud move. If this move can’t kill the Kowloon French king, then Lu Yanfei will really be grieved.
Liu Yanfei bulged out, and his face was as white as paper. This face is really ugly than a dead face.
Lu Yanfei’s throat rattled as if his neck were about to break, and he couldn’t say a word.
People don’t feel good after being stuck in their throats by the King of Kowloon.
The hand of the King of Kowloon is like an iron claw. He can break Lu Yanfei’s neck with one hand.
Liu Yanfei, the King of Kowloon, bounced out of his hand with a gentle shake.
Liu Yanfei turned several times in the middle and then rolled to the wall. If it weren’t for that wall, Liu Yanfei would probably roll again.
Lu Yanfei doesn’t seem to hurt at all, because he can breathe now. He just went to the ghost gate and turned around. Now he thinks it is the happiest to breathe fresh air.
Section 239
Liu Yanfei got up from the ground and looked at the King of Kowloon.
The King of Kowloon is still exercising, and he is still moving. Liu Yanfei now wonders if he has just met a ghost.
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