Haikou City, Jinmen Shenma Trade Association, Yanwutang.

Mao Tiancheng was sitting on the Taishi chair, his eyes were lightly closed, his expression was indifferent, his hands were hanging freely on his knees, and he looked like he was resting with his eyes closed.

The young man sitting on the side was a little active, with pigtails, a lazy and casual posture, and his sharp eyes were always on the Pu knife in his hand, looking at his weapon from various angles.

"Second brother, have you watched the forum? Xiao Gang seems to be in some trouble, we have to help him. ”

Ji Xiaodong inserted the Pu knife in his hand into the scabbard, turned his head to Mao Tiancheng and said, a look of worry appeared on his face, and he was a little annoyed.

"Set him monkeys, these people make nonsense all day long!"

Mao Tiancheng opened his eyes slightly, still indifferent, and said: "Don't worry about it, it's all a trivial matter, and Xiao Gang can handle it." ”

"I just see that this group of trolls is not pleasing to the eye, and they are monkeys!"

After preparing all night, the Crimson Demon built countless trumpets, stabbed the connection between the Medicine King Ring and the Qi Nourishing Pill on the forum in the way of malicious speculation, and laid out his own 'evidence'.

The two topics that were originally on the cusp of the storm instantly aroused the recognition of many people.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the crimson demon posted a large post, condemning Dou Dagang's bullying behavior, seizing opportunities, bullying the weak, and guiding everyone to associate the Medicine King Ring and Qi Nourishing Pill with Dou Dagang.

This series of operations successfully pushed Dou Dagang to the forefront.

If someone worships you, someone will be sour, someone will protect you, and someone will attack you.

The crimson nightmare is very chicken thieves gathered a group of 'anti-big brother faction', and for a while, the war in the forum was raging.

Countless voices took this opportunity to denounce Dou Dagang's shameless behavior, the purpose is not important, it is just sour.

Ji Xiaodong kicked the pillar hard, and the system popped up a prompt, which could not be destroyed.

He sat down again in a puff of rage, looking unhappy.

"Xiao Gang too, this forum is all fried, there is everything, and he doesn't come out to say a word."

"You know, that's what cleverness is called, don't race with a monkey, be quiet."

Mao Tiancheng was a little upset by Ji Xiaodong's movements, and they had more important things to deal with today.

"Don't worry, we will manage our own development, and when the time comes, it will be valuable if the north and the south look at each other."

"Some clowns always think that they can change something, but in fact, they can't change anything; Besides, when have you seen it, the wolf needs to explain it to the sheep. ”

Ji Xiaodong smiled happily, didn't say more, and sat quietly.

At this time, Mao Tiancheng's communicator popped up a message prompt, his face was slightly cold, and he glanced at it; Then he smiled lightly and got up.

Say loudly: "Brothers! Ready to pick up! ”

"Yes!"

In a neat response, two rows of men with high backs and wide backs were arranged in an orderly manner, extending from the entrance of the martial arts hall to the martial arts platform outside.

All of them stood with their hands straddled, their heads held high, their eyes like electricity, and a strong momentum formed collectively filled the entire space invisibly.

The Grand Slam followed Zhang Xincheng to the headquarters of Jinmen Shenma, and he has been playing the draft in his heart, imagining the scene after meeting for a while, how he will play.

He tried his best to manage his expression, and this meeting was also very important to him, whether he could gain a firm foothold in JAC's group depended on whether he could do it beautifully this time.

He knows that such a diplomatic team has been sent out of a total of 6 teams, and if others do a good job, but they don't do a good job themselves, wouldn't it be a straightforward way to tell Jianghuai that I am a waste.

With a mind full of ideas, Grand Slam and his members slowly walked into the martial arts hall.

When he raised his eyes, he saw two young men with a radiant appearance, one with an indifferent face and a clean back, and the other with a look that seemed to contain murderous intent, tall and thin, and combed with pigtails that made him look very uncomfortable.

He was about to speak, but he didn't expect Mao Tiancheng to take the lead.

The body is like a pine, the steps are like the wind, every step is very steady, Mao Tiancheng clenched his fists and arched his hands, his voice was loud, and he was upright.

"You are guests, Mao Mou chats and expresses his heart!"

"Remove your armor!"

"Huh~!"

The neat voice suddenly sounded, which startled the Grand Slam group, and they all looked at the solemn men around them.

These people, including Mao Tiancheng, are all boxing martial arts players, and they are dressed in fighting armor.

Mao Tiancheng gave an order, and everyone was in unison, unloading their armor and throwing it to the ground.

Looking at the fighting armor thrown in front of him, Da Slam's forehead began to sweat, and Zhang Xincheng fanned the wind on the side and said with a smile: "Don't be surprised, it's the rules of the second brother, and the excitement is still to come." ”

"Hehe, I see, it's rare and weird for me......" Da Slam wiped his sweat, arched his hand at Mao Tiancheng, and just wanted to speak, but then Mao Tiancheng moved again, and he could only hold back his words.

Mao Tiancheng's expression became serious, and a set of standard Eight Extremes Ancient Rites was presented.

Dust, clench your fists, and make a move.

The body is fixed, motionless like a mountain, and the eyes are slightly closed.

The Grand Slam is completely confused, which one is this singing, the nine surnamed families, are they all so incomprehensible?

He had no choice but to cast a look at Zhang Xincheng for help, but Zhang Xincheng just smiled at him, pointed to the ground, and then walked behind Mao Tiancheng.

It's also an old fritter who has mixed up with the rivers and lakes, and the Grand Slam only feels a chill coming from head to toe, and he feels bad in his heart, but he doesn't dare to act rashly.

Mao Tiancheng's deep voice came, and his voice seemed to be suppressing a violent anger.

"The ceremony is over!"

"Jinmen Baji, Mao Tiancheng!"

"Please!"

"Go! Die! ”

The words fell, the lion opened his eyes, and at that moment, the grand slam seemed to lose consciousness, he was locked by countless killing machines, and his body couldn't move.

Everything in front of him has a layer of blood attached to it, this is not an illusion, it is a power beyond the scope of understanding, and with the assistance of the system of "World Online", it is manifested in front of his eyes.

When you see your status bar, the system prompts: Suppressed......

Mao Tiancheng, who was not far away, seemed to have become a killing god who walked out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, with a bloodthirsty red light in his eyes.

"Bang! Gurrah~"

It's just that the eyelids are closed, and then the blink of an eye is opened, and the horse boy next to the Grand Slam suddenly disappeared in place, replaced by Mao Tiancheng's blood-soaked figure.

He couldn't see the other man's movements clearly, only the sound of fists and flesh clashing, and the crisp sound of bones shattering.

"Eight Extremes, Top Elbow!"

The incomparably murderous manic voice was squeezed out of Mao Tiancheng's throat, which was completely two people from the polite him a second ago.

Still unable to see the movements clearly, at this time he even had tinnitus, the pupils of the Grand Slam contracted violently, and time seemed to slow down at this moment.

He could only watch as Mao Tiancheng got closer and closer to him, and intense fear filled every corner of his body.

"I'm going to die again...... Why is this damn setting so real...... Why is there such a big gap between the same intermediate titles...... And this person, is he a human or a ghost......"

The mind of the Grand Slam was full of despair and doubt, and in just a moment, too many things happened that he couldn't understand.

Just as the elbow was about to take effect, a voice suddenly appeared, temporarily saving Grand Slam's life.

"Second brother! Leave him alive! ”

"Boom!" Mao Tiancheng, who had stubbornly stopped the attack, stopped in place like this, and his terrifying strength pulled out a popping sound in the air, and the strong wind brought by the elbow blow blew the big slam full of beard and hair flying backwards, and his face was sluggish.

Although the attack was canceled, the system's skill effect still existed, and a bloody light passed through the chest of the Grand Slam, turning into a blood-colored lion, roaring in the sky, and finally fading and dissipating.

Although it didn't cause a trace of damage, the terrifying shadow shrouded in death made the Grand Slam directly collapse to the ground, like a puddle of mud.

He swore that whether it was Jinmen in reality or Haikou City in this world, he would never come again......