The faces of Li Zhong and Hua Jinsong were solemn as never before.
The two looked at each other and saw a hint of happiness in each other's eyes.
"Old Tu's strength is on par with mine. If we really had to fight to the death, it would be almost impossible to win or lose between me and him."
Hua Jinsong said in a deep voice.
Li Zhong nodded thoughtfully:
"I am quite sure that Old Tu will give in within three hundred moves."
After a pause, "But I can't suppress Old Tu in one move."
The two looked at each other again, feeling increasingly shocked.
Old Tu would be beaten like this, which means that if it were them, the end would not be much better.
But how is this possible? How can a Newly Promoted Fourth Rank crush the veteran Lower Fourth-Rank Grandmaster like this?
"Amitabha, this Constable Yang is probably the butcher knife that Iron Clothes Department has prepared long ago."
Master Yunmu: "The poor monk can foresee the next thirty years, and Iron Clothes Department has this Constable Yang as the central core.
Everyone will have to deal with him more often."
Lu Yunshuang, Yan Jiuling, and Pei Buqi all had dignified looks in their eyes.
Master Yunmu The meaning behind this sentence is already obvious.
Even if this Constable Yang cannot be promoted to Third-Rank Grandmaster, it is certain that he will reach the position of Upper Fourth Rank in thirty years.
This kind of cultivation is indeed qualified to lead Iron Clothes Department's various mission plans in front of the stage.
The existence of Zhao State and Iron Clothes Department is very special.
Although it is explained that the anti-theft and public security under the jurisdiction of the Iron Clothes Department have nothing to do with the Sect.
In fact, Major Sects, including First-rate Sect, are subject to the supervision of the Iron Clothes Department in some aspects!
Looking at Yang Ling who was still slamming Old Tu, Lu Yunshuang glanced at Yun Buchuan and Yun Ruo out of the corner of his eye, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"You're going to perform this big show today, why didn't you tell us in advance?
If Chen Quan takes action, we will be in trouble."
Xie Jinjia looked calm, his lips moved slightly, and his voice sounded in Middle-aged Lay Buddhist's ears.
"..."
Middle-aged Lay Buddhist: "Vice Minister Xie, Iron Clothes Department's every move does not need to be explained to you.
Today's move just dampened Rong Tribe's enthusiasm.
So that they know that although Fire Flood Dragon Island is jointly managed by three parties, with us Iron Clothes Department here, they can't even think of doing anything secretly."
"Sure enough, I have been prepared for it. Then isn't this kid Fourth Rank who was promoted on this island?"
"That's not right. Fourth Rank was not promoted on the island. When was Fourth Rank promoted?"
Various intelligence information about Yang Ling before coming to Fire Flood Dragon Island flashed through Xie Jinjia's mind. The other party did not have the right time to break through Fourth Rank!
At this time, another arm flew out.
Yang Ling stopped again.
Old Tu almost turned into a ball of rotten flesh, with only the head still intact.
When Grandmaster from all walks of life saw this scene, their faces became extremely ugly, and their eyes looking at Yang Ling were filled with fear and fear.
"Old Tu, if you don't kneel down and beg for mercy, you will die."
Yang Ling Zhengse Road.
Old Tu tried hard to stay awake and frantically urged Flesh Regeneration Power to recover from his injuries.
He looked at Yang Ling, wanting to say something harsh and mean to save the face he had lost today.
As soon as I met Yang Ling's eyes, I was frightened.
As Lower Fourth-Rank Grandmaster, he had a premonition that he was likely to face a life-or-death crisis next!
"Okay, I, Old Tu, beg you for mercy today!"
Old Tu tried his best to close his legs and said hoarsely begging for mercy.
"Hahaha!"
Chen Quan burst out laughing and applauded:
"If you Zhao State don't give an explanation today, this matter won't just be let go!
Are you forcing Grandmaster, my Rong Tribe, to kneel down and beg for mercy? Do you want to tear up the agreement between the three parties to jointly manage Fire Flood Dragon Island?"
"There may be some misunderstanding about this matter."
Middle-aged Lay Buddhist looked at Yang Ling and said seriously:
"I only said to ask for mercy, not to kneel down to beg for mercy. Why do you force a Grandmaster to kneel down?"
Aren't you going to kneel down and beg for mercy?
Yang Ling thought about it carefully, quickly pulled Old Tu up and patted the dust on his body:
"Old Tu, you see what happened is that I misunderstood what Department Master said."
Old Tu's face turned red from suppressing it, but he did not scold him, but concentrated on recovering from his injuries.
He didn't seem to want to pick up those two arms anymore.
A new arm grows directly from the wound.
"Limb Regeneration!"
Zhang Wei was extremely excited when she saw this scene.
Old Tu recovered from his injuries quickly. He glanced at Yang Ling, let out a cold snort, and returned to Chen Quan as if there was no one around.
Yang Ling quickly came to Middle-aged Lay Buddhist and said with a smile:
"Department Master, this Dragon Blood Bodhi..."
Middle-aged Lay Buddhist handed the box to Yang Ling expressionlessly.
He has determined that no one among the Grandmaster present can sharpen this kid's knife.
At this time, Xie Jinjia came forward to negotiate with Chen Quan. In the end, Chen Quan said nothing and led the people away with a livid face.
"Congratulations, Constable Yang will definitely be Zhao State Iron Clothes Department's sharpest knife in the future!"
Li Ting smiled and congratulated, looked at Yang Ling a few more times, and then left with his subordinate Grandmaster.
Xie Jinjia and Middle-aged Lay Buddhist were just about to ask Yang Ling for questioning, when they saw Yang Ling had taken Dragon Blood Bodhi, and they swallowed their words alive.
"I don't know how to take it when I go back."
Xie Jinjia glanced at Middle-aged Lay Buddhist:
"What's going on with this kid? If it's Lower Fourth Rank who was promoted at Fire Flood Dragon Island, why can't Old Tu survive a move in his hands?"
"This person has a profound background that cannot be measured by common sense."
Middle-aged Lay Buddhist's answer is very general, leaving a lot of room for imagination.
Zhao State Martial Artist here was thoughtful and seemed to have guessed something.
At this moment, those Sixth Rank geniuses who once regarded Yang Ling as their opponents have been hit the hardest.
Originally, the other party was promoted to Fifth Rank, and Condensation was given to Martial Way Kindling, which already made them feel very desperate.
There is absolutely no chance of catching up.
Now, they saw with their own eyes that Lower Fourth-Rank Grandmaster was pushed to the ground and beaten wildly, and finally knelt down and begged for mercy.
This scene completely shattered the last glimmer of hope in their hearts.
Zhao Yuan and Zhao Qi looked at each other and whispered congratulations to Zhao Zheng.
"Fourth Brother, congratulations."
Zhao Zheng came back to his senses, suppressed the shock in his heart, and smiled reservedly, but his mood became a little complicated.
Who is the boss behind Constable Yang?
Before he figured this out, he couldn't be sure that he would be able to move him in the future.
"This Dragon Blood Bodhi is really extraordinary! It looks like it can make me Level 10!"
Yang Ling is very excited.
He dug at Blood Essence Ore for six days, and Level has reached level 202.
After taking Dragon Blood Bodhi, the surging Experience Points already made him Level Up one after another.
From 202 to 207, I upgraded 5 levels.
But that Experience Points has no intention of decreasing!
His Three Attributes, Health Points, Qi and Blood are all improving at this moment.
It's just that the speed of improvement is a bit slow, and it will take some time to determine how much benefit this Dragon Blood Bodhi can ultimately bring.