broken!Li Er's son turned out to be a hidden boss

"Don't say it's you, but that sick ghost Li Yuanba is here, what can he do?"

"Hahaha!"

"Die!"

Xue Wanjun smiled triumphantly.

Laughing very wanton, very rampant.

"Your Highness!"

Seeing the roaring iron tackle, Su Lie and Xiong Zhan also gave up and ran away.

At this distance, there is no way for them to retreat. People at the end of the team can still retreat, but they have no chance.

"Stand back, both of you."

Li Wenhao grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, as if he didn't pay attention to those things that could kill him at all.

It's not like no one has done it before.

However, no one has accomplished this feat in this era.

"Prince..."

Su Lie shouted and was about to block it with his body, but was stopped by Li Wenhao.

"open!"

Li Wenhao gripped the spear tightly with both hands, clamped the horse's belly tightly with his legs, and inserted the spear in along the bottom of the iron block. With just a few millimeters of force, an iron block was directly picked up by Li Wenhao.

And the BMW Oolong under Li Wenhao's crotch took a heavy step back. Before the Oolong could take a step, the second iron block came one after another.

"Come again!"

Following the same example, Li Wenhao stabbed his spear into the bottom of the second iron block again, and with a forceful jerk, another iron block was thrown flying.

"Xue Wanjun, let me see how many iron tackles you can have in this small cottage."

Li Wenhao yelled and clamped his horse's belly tightly. Affected by Li Wenhao's momentum, the oolong who was already showing a little decline actually moved forward two steps.

"what!"

Li Wenhao stabbed out with a third shot, and once again lifted the iron tackle into the air.

"The prince is really a god-man."

Su Lie murmured as he followed behind Li Wenhao.

"You two go quickly."

Li Wenhao glanced at Su Lie and Xiong Zhan and said.

Now three more iron tackles have been rolled out on the mountain, he is really afraid that after these three, there will be three more.

"The village master, the village master, the prince, the prince..."

"What's the matter, tell me quickly, did you get crushed to death by Lao Tzu's iron pulley?"

"Hahaha! Brother, I finally avenged you."
Xue Wanjun grabbed the soldier who reported the message and said happily.

"No, village master, yes, prince, the prince picked three iron tackles, and we have three more, do you want to release them?"
Xiaobing said in horror, he didn't know whether he was frightened by Li Wenhao's miracle or by Xue Wanjun.

"What? Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"An iron block weighs a thousand catties, and it is invulnerable to swords and guns. With its condescending momentum, it is impossible to pick it up even with ten thousand catties of strength. You traitor, you are lying to me, aren't you?"

"Say, are you lying to me?"

"You idiot, you must be lying to me!"

Xue Wanjun strangled the soldier who sent the message to death like crazy, raised his saber and rushed out.

"Li Wenhao, I'm right here, aren't you amazing, come and catch me!"

Xue Wanjun stood madly on the gate of the village, yelling.

He only has three iron tackles left in his hand. After all, a cottage has limited resources, and before today, he didn't believe that anyone could really pick a flying iron tackle.

But now, he believed it!

Not only did he believe it, he was even afraid.

He regretted a little how he chose such a place with no way out.

While speaking, Li Wenhao lifted two iron tackles into the air.

At this moment, his arms were trembling slightly, but it wasn't tiredness or exhaustion, but excitement.

Who are the fierce generals who can pick a flying iron tackle in history?
No one knows if anyone can really fly, but in Romance, there are only Gao Chong, Xue Rengui, and Hu Yanqing.

Hu Yanqing also vomited blood because of the exhaustion of lifting iron tackles, while Gao Chong picked up eleven tackles in a row, and was crushed to death when the No. 12 tackle was run out of horses.

Even Xue Rengui picked up the iron block because someone was holding the horse.

Now, Li Wenhao picked five cars in a row by himself.

Seeing that the sixth car is about to succeed.

"Come out, follow me!"

Xue Wanjun is a mighty fighter after all, and he knew that if he didn't take advantage of the force of the impact of the last iron block to rush down, then they would be completely trapped to death on this mountain. Although there was food and water on the mountain, they lost Without the most powerful defensive weapons, how long can they last?

Seeing the sixth iron block approaching in front of him, Li Wenhao stretched out his long spear and picked it up to fly. When the old force was exhausted and the new force was not born, a long knife stretched out from behind the iron block, and went straight to Li Wenhao's chest. .

"Evil thief!"

Li Wenhao roared, let the long knife go straight, twisted his waist forcibly, burst out with a huge force, swung the spear, and smashed directly at Xue Wanjun's head.

"Prince be careful!"

At the very moment, a cooked copper stick was suddenly handed over, blocking Xue Wanjun's blow that hurt both of them.

"Prince later, the general will go get him now."

Without the iron pulley, Xue Wanjun lost his greatest support. When leading this group of minions to face the trapped camp, the situation can be imagined, especially when he is fighting against the former No. [-] in the world, the purple-faced king Xiong Kuohai. son.

"You are my first contribution to joining the Prince's Mansion."

Xiong Zhan's style of play is the same as that of his father, Xiong Kuohai. They both pay attention to the routine of opening and closing, powerful and heavy, and one force to drop ten games.

Facing Xue Wanjun's long knife, Xiong Zhan raised his stick to block it, and swiped Xue Wanjun off the horse with a sweeping turn.

The long stick was pointed directly at Xue Wanjun's head, so that he would not dare to make any changes, and then he fell into the camp to follow up and directly killed these little guys.

"Go, let's see what good things are in this village."

Li Wenhao didn't make any moves after picking up the flying iron tackle. He had Su Lie and Xiong Zhan with him. If he was still needed to do it, then Xiong Zhan and the others were a bit too weak.

"Your Highness, how does he deal with it?"

Xiong Zhan walked up to Li Wenhao with Xue Wanjun, who was seriously injured.

"Keep it for now and see what good things he has."

"Don't let him die, I have great use for this person"

Li Wenhao patted Xue Wanjun's face with an indescribably proud expression.

"Hmph! I really regret not beheading you at Chang'an City."

"Does it still make sense to say that now?"

"Tell me what I want to know, I can still give you a whole body, otherwise, Ling Chi will find out more?"

Li Wenhao walked slowly in this Lingyun village.

"His Royal Highness, we found something, would you like to come and have a look?"

"go!"

Xue Wanjun had been escorted by Xiong Zhan to follow behind Li Wenhao. When he saw the direction Li Wenhao was walking in, Xue Wanjun's face had turned earthy.

"Although you are the prince of the Tang Dynasty, there are some things that you can't get involved with. You should think about it!"

"Humph!"

"Xue Wanjun, is there anything else in this Great Tang that I dare not touch?"

"Is there anyone else I dare not kill?"