Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

In regard to this, Jiang Tian only smiled indifferently, turned a deaf ear to his, and calmly sat back there , without a change in expression.    

"Forget it, forget it, let this Younger Brother Jiang sit here. When the Master Li attacks later, he can broaden his horizons and gain experience!"    

Long Wu was in a good mood, so he acted like a peacemaker, but other than his words, he did not even put Jiang Tian in his eyes.    

Inside the pavilion, the atmosphere became livelier as everyone surrounded Li Zhenwei and chatted loudly, with their flattery towards him like tides.    

Suddenly, Li Zhenwei's face turned serious and his eyes became cold. He said in a low voice, "That Fu Biao, he's here!"    

"Hmph, so what if he's here? There are already more than ten Gunners downstairs, I'm afraid he won't even have the chance to go up!"    

Long Wu arrogantly snorted and said.    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

A burst of gunfire sounded from downstairs, one after another. A minute later, everything quieted down.    

"He should be dead by now, right?" Long Wu said proudly.    

Long Gaitian took out his walkie-talkie and asked: "How's the situation?"    

However, there was no response from the walkie-talkie. There was only a terrifying silence.    

"No way!"    

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. Their faces changed in shock as they felt a chill run down their spines.    

Could it be that Fu Biao killed all of those Gunners instead?    

How is that possible? There were more than a dozen warriors armed with handguns and submachine guns!    

"Although the inner strength master cannot clash with the Bullet head on, if his movement is powerful, he can still dodge it all!"    

"But don't be afraid of him. With me here, he can't do anything to you today!"    

Only Li Zhenwei sipped the tea-water and sighed softly. He sat still and composed, like a great master.    

Dong!    

Dong!    

Dong!    

The dull sound of footsteps on the stairs.    

The wooden floor trembled. The heavy footsteps were felt like they were stepping on everyone's heart, causing people’ s heartbeat to quicken.    

The hall was deathly silent, so silent that a pin drop could be heard.    

Everyone could only hear their own heavy breathing.    

The atmosphere was suffocating.    

Everyone was filled with complex emotions — nervousness, fear, panic, excitement and so on.    

Creak. The door was pushed open.    

A single-eyed middle-aged man wearing a black cloth shirt and an eye-patch walked in slowly.    

There were a few frozen scar marks on his face, like numerous earthworms twisting and turning, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.    

This person was only able to stand there in a composed manner. He exuded an extremely powerful aura to the rest that made people difficult to breathe.    

That single eye emitted rays of cold light, enveloping everyone and causing them to feel a chill in their hearts.    

"Fu Biao..." Long Wu' s heart jumped as he cried out in alarm with a trembling voice.    

"Hehe, Brother Wu, long time no see!" Fu Biao snickered and pulled a chair over to sit on.    

Long Wu was after all, a mogul, so he quickly calmed himself down. He forced a smile: "Fu Biao, I never thought that you would be able to find me after I went into seclusion in Myanmar. It's truly the brotherly love!"    

"Yeah, that year, bestowed by Brother Wu, I lost an eye. All these years, I have always engraved this kindness of Brother Wu in my heart and dare not forget it ever again! "    

Fu Biao tore off the eyepatch, revealing a hollow eye socket. It was extremely creepy. Laughing sinisterly, he said coldly, "I escaped to the Northeast, and trained bitterly for ten years precisely for this day!"    

"Fu Biao, you have learned well, and now is my time to hire people. Why not we shake hands and work together to achieve great things?"    

Long Wu smiled tentatively and said, "You saw it too. I'm no longer the same person now. I have talented people with powerful equipment and tens of billions of yuan in assets. Follow me. I guarantee that you will be flamboyant, and no one will dare to mess with you!"    

"Sure, dig out one of your eyes and I'll be the boss of Longwei!" Fu Biao sneered.    

"Fu Biao, please spare me while I'm at it."    

Li Zhenwei slammed the table, and said coldly: "With me here today, you won't be able to hurt a single hair on Long Wu!"    

"Haha, isn't this Master Li from Zhenwei Kungfu Stadium?"    

Fu Biao said in disdain:    

"With that low-level kungfu of yours, how did you actually dare to come out and show off?! I can kill you like killing a chicken and a dog!"    

"How arrogant, I will show you the true strength of the martial arts master today!"    

Li Zhenwei was also a proud and arrogant person; how could he withstand such humiliation? His body expanded, and like a fierce tiger leaping down the mountain, he threw a heavy punch straight towards Fu Biao's chest.    

The air exploded, the internal strength tore apart the void, and the fist was like a Projectile exiting. The hurricane-force c wind was howling.    

Wherever his feet passed by, the pure wooden floor cracked inch by inch. Wood chips flew everywhere, and the huge pavilion shook violently.    

"The strength of Master Li is really scary!"    

Long Wu screamed in his heart.    

It was only now that he realized that he was a frog in the well. Fighter's power was far beyond his imagination. Grinding him to death would be as easy as killing an ant.    

After he thought about this in heart, he decided to give Li Zhenwei a huge reward definitely, and treat him as an important guest to build a relationship with him, and make Li his backer.    

"Master used Tiger Fist! Fu Biao is dead for sure!    

The many disciples of the Zhenwei Kungfu Stadium were all excited and filled with confidence, as though Fu Biao would die in the next moment with blood splashing all over.    

"Trash!" Fu Biao's butt did not even move as he punched out like a dragon to meet the incoming fist.    

His long sleeves shook the air, creating the crisp sound of firecrackers.    

Clang!    

The two fists collided in midair, unexpectedly producing a metal sound that made one's teeth ache.    

With a swishing sound, Li Zhenwei flew out like a rag doll and heavily crashed into the wall, producing a sound similar to muffled thunder.    

The skin on the wall cracked inch by inch and started to peel off. Li Zhenwei hung on the wall for three seconds before slowly sliding down like drawing paper.    

He spat out bloods. His pupils were unfocused as his right arm bent in a terrifying arc. The bloods collapsed, revealing eerie white bones.    

The entire arena was deathly silent.    

Everyone was dumbstruck.    

Sister Dong Dong screamed out in horror and was nearly scared to death. Fu Biao's strength was many times stronger than those of Zhou Zhenghao's subordinates. It looked like someone would definitely die today.    

"It's like hanging a painting when you hit someone with your internal strength. Once the kungfu enters the marrow, there's no need to fear guns!"    

Fu Biao stood up, proudly standing, his gaze sweeping across the entire audience, and laughed coldly: "Who's going to come again!"    

"You can't do it!"    

Seeing a few disciples rubbing their hands together in pain, Li Zhenwei let out a cry of alarm.    

However, one of the disciples had already rushed out and threw out a punch, saying angrily: "Injuring my Master, I will definitely kill you and wash away my shame!"    

This disciple was Li Zhenwei's head disciple, Xiang Long. After obtaining the inheritance, his strength was the strongest amongst many disciples, and he was already at the peak of the iron body.    

"If even your Master is inferior to me, then wouldn't you be courting death when you came up? Fine, I'll grant you that wish! "    

Fu Biao's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness. He did not even move as he gently struck out with his palm.    

Pow!    

This palm strike was as fast as lightning as it solidly landed on Xiang Long's head.    

Xiang Long's body, which weighed more than ninety kilograms, flew out and smashed the pure wood dining table into smithereens.    

His head was bleeding profusely, and he fell to the ground miserably. His four limbs spasmed violently, and with a flip of his eyes, he died a violent death.    

"Eldest Brother... Dead!"    

"Master, what do we do?!"    

All the disciples of the Zhenwei Stadium were so frightened that their faces turned ashen, and they all cried out in alarm.    

Then, they retreated step by step while leaning against the wall. They was completely silent and didn’t even dare to make a sound.    

"I haven’t expected that, Fu Biao, have already reached the Great Circle of the internal strength. I surrender sincerely!"    

Li Zhenwei's face was filled with fear, and then, he looked at Long Wu with a wry smile, and said with a long sigh: "Brother Long, my skills are inferior. I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you today …" As he spoke, he coughed out blood.    

"Long Wu, how about the account from ten years ago? Should I gouge out your pair of eyes, or would you commit suicide to apologize? "    

Fu Biao's killing intent soared to the skies as he moved closer and closer to Long Wu, his eyes full of ridicule like a cat toying with a mouse.    

Long Wu's face turned ashen as the legs shuddered. He pleaded with a trembling voice:    

"Brother Fu, when I hurt you, it was only to fight for territory. I don't have any deep grudges against you. Brother, I am willing to give you half of my family's property, as long as you spare my life!"    

"Fu Biao, Boss Long Wu has already given you a good condition, stop!"    

Zhou Zhenghao stretched out his arms to block in front of Long Wu, forcing out a stiff smile. However, he was casually thrown down the pavilion by Fu Biao, causing him to scream miserably again and again.    

"You don't even know how powerful the Fighter is. If I want money, I can easily obtain it!"    

Fu Biao disdained it, gently patting Long Wu's face. It wasn't heavy, but the taste of insult was plentiful.    

His teacher was also a mogul in the Northeast with a big name. Fu himself had already stepped into the perfection-stage of the internal strength and was highly regarded. He controlled a few smuggling routes on the border, and his wealth was even greater than that of Long Wu. How could he care about property?    

"Fu Biao, I am brothers with Tang Wannian—the Third Master of Tang family. If you kill me, will he let you go?" Long Wu took out his trump card and threatened.    

"Haha, I have been living in the Siberia for many years, controlling the Northeast's forces. If I kill you, I will immediately leave the Myanmar and fly far away from there. What can Tang Family do to me?"    

"Brother Biao, what do you want?"    

Long Wu had no one to rely on. He trembled like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Cold sweat had long soaked his entire body.    

"Back then, you molested my wife and daughter, gouged one of my eyes out , and broke my legs. Today, I want to settle this score with you!"    

Fu Biao smiled fiendishly and said coldly: "I will gouge out your eyes, break your legs, and kill you. After that, your wife and children will also not be able to escape!"    

Long Wu felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. His entire body felt cold. If he died, he would still be able to endure it. However, his wife and children …    

In the moment of desperation, Long Wu kneeled down heavily, trembling all over, and said with tears streaming down his face:    

"Brother Biao, you can kill me. My death is not pitiful, but my wife and children are innocent. Please let them go, I'll repay you for your great kindness in the next life …"    

Although Long Wu was cruel and merciless, even when he died, he still cared about his wife and daughter.    

The entire audience was shocked.    

Long Wu, the great underground emperor, was actually forced to kneel and beg for mercy by the one-eyed martial arts master Fu Biao.    

The sorrow, like the fox’s sad at the death of the hare, appeared on their faces.    

There were always talented people coming out every generation in the martial arts world, but Fu Biao was too strong, who could resist him?    

Today would also likely be the day when the formidable and tyrannical Long Wu, who had ruled over the Linzhou for twenty years, dismissed the curtains.    

Just when everyone was in despair.    

A cold voice came over: "Fu Biao, you want to kill him. Did you get my permission?"    

"Who are you?"    

Fu Biao suddenly turned his head.    

In the corner, an ordinary-looking young man was playing with a teacup with his eyes lowered.    

"Who I am is not important …"    

Jiang Tian took a sip of the tea-water, as if he was going to let the tea-water fully come into contact with his taste buds, and thoroughly tasted the sweet taste. Only after the tea-water staying in his mouth for a while did he swallow it, and lightly said:    

"It's just that I took some of Long Wu's coins as payment, so I naturally have to ensure his safety."    

"Jiang Tian, what are you doing …"    

Li Zhenwei shouted in anger.    

This young man is really reckless. I am not even his opponent, aren't you courting death by going up there …    

"Is this kid crazy?" The people of Zhenwei Stadium also had faces of disbelief.    

Long Wu's face was also full of shock, but he didn't stop them.    

Even if Jiang Tian wasn't an opponent, but it is also good enough if that he is able to hold on for an additional minute or two for him to live for one more minute.    

"What am I doing? I am definitely going to slap this Ant to death! " Jiang Tian laughed and stood up.