Ning Bei put his hands behind his back and watched calmly.

Du Yuan roared: "That's my only son, if you cut off one of his arms, you will die tonight, leave your last words!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw sixty black-clothed security guards on both sides slowly pull out the long knives at their waists, and the cold light was shining.

The security guards of the entertainment city, who maintain law and order here on the surface, are actually Du Yuan's thugs.

Du Yuan can become the boss of the Southern District, how can he not have blood on his hands.

Ning Bei stood proudly, unmoving.

I saw the cold secretary, the mobile phone buzzed and vibrate, frowned and reminded in a low voice: "Boss, Tang Shao's phone!" ”

"Pick it up!" Du Yuan had a calm face.

After the phone was connected, Tang Jingyun's angry voice was immediately heard: "Du Yuan, I think you are crazy, my brother, why do you dare to move?" ”

"Tang Shao, when you came before, I didn't break Miss Tang's birthday party, and I'll tell you now, just this morning, my son was cut off by Ningbei and had an arm, and he must pay back this blood debt!"

Du Yuan was hoarse, even though he was a dog of the Tang family.

But he, Du Yuan, felt that the group had made a lot of money for the Tang Group over the years, and the Tang family owed him had already paid it off.

And he, Du Yuan, is also an intermediate-level martial artist!

Martial artists are divided into three classes and nine grades!

He, Du Yuan, is also a warrior in this Bianjing City, a figure with a head and a face, and Old Man Tang can reprimand him.

Now that this Tang family's Xiaobei Tang Jingyun is doing this to him, Du Yuan can't bear it anymore.

After the phone hangs up.

Du Yuan said coldly: "Ningbei, let me tell you, whether it is the Su family or the Tang family, no one can protect you today!" ”

"You may be mistaken!" Ning Bei smiled slightly.

The female secretary sneered: "Misunderstanding? What you did in the morning, the traffic camera captured it clearly, it is useless for you to beg for mercy! ”

Du Yuan's eyes were disdainful, he didn't expect this to be a soft bone, and he was already afraid.

But Ning Bei glanced away: "What I said is that I don't need to be attached to anyone, let alone someone else to protect me!" ”

"You guys, in my eyes, are just chickens and dogs!"

Ning Bei smiled lightly, and his calm words were domineering.

Du Yuan was furious: "Bastard, first unload his two arms for me, how many years, no one dares to talk to me like this in Bianjing!" ”

Security guard number sixty, swarming up.

Ning Bei put his hands behind his back, and the next moment, he moved.

Moving like a dragon, the speed is so fast that no one can see it clearly, but when Ning Bei returns to the place where he was standing before.

The sixty man felt a sharp pain in his legs, and when he looked down, he saw that blood was gushing like a spring, and all of them fell to the ground, and the wails resounded through Yuele City, frightening the guests who came here.

Du Yuan sneered on his face, which gradually solidified on his face, and then his scalp became numb.

"Ancient warriors?" The security captain's hands were shaking.

Ning Bei chuckled, as if he had done a trivial matter.

But precisely because he is an ancient martial artist, Du Yuan is also a martial artist, and he can feel the horror of Ningbei even more.

In an instant, sixty people were injured, and his wrists were fierce and fierce, without the slightest drag, proving that this young man had experienced killing.

What's even more terrifying is that he, Du Yuan, can't do this.

The female secretary's face turned pale: "Warrior level? ”

Du Yuan's whole person was even more frightened.

provoked ordinary people, Du Yuan was not afraid, but it was a general-level martial artist who was provoked.

How could a powerhouse of this level appear in Bianjing!

Du Yuan was shocked: "How is it possible! ”

His shock, born of fear in his heart, could not accept this fact.

A warrior-level martial artist is already an existence he looks up to.

Warriors reach the warrior level, three hard standards.

The first condition is strength.

The second condition is speed.

The third condition is Mingjin!

The three are indispensable, so this caused there to be one or twenty warriors in Bianjing, but none of them were at the warrior level.

If a warrior wants to reach the warrior level, for a wild warrior like Du Yuan, there is no famous teacher to teach, there is no ancient martial arts inheritance, and it takes a minimum of ten years of hard work to explore on his own.

Ten years of hard work may not be able to become a warrior.

Talent is even more important here.

There are too many people in this world who put in a lot of sweat but can't become a warrior.

If you sweat, your strength will continue to break through, and there will be no poor and weak people in this world.

It's like meeting a genius like Ningbei, you pay a hundred years of sweat, and you can't do half a year of cultivation in your family.

Talent is too important in the ancient martial arts!

At this time, the door was vigorously kicked open, and Tang Jingyun and Yue Feng broke in.

"Brother Ning, are you okay?" Tang Jingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

It's not that he's too worried, it's because he knows too well that a villain like Du Yuan is accustomed to using three indiscriminate methods, what kind of sweat medicine and poison gush out, and the martial artist will be hit if he doesn't notice it for a while.

Ning Bei was obviously fine, but the security guard at No. 60 underground howled miserably, his throat was hoarse, and the smell of blood rushed to his nose.

Du Yuan came back to his senses: "Tang Shao, help me!" ”

A general-level character, it's not something that he Du Yuan can offend, and now he is begging Tang Jingyun to save him like a dead dog.

Tang Jingyun didn't even bother to say a word, the dog supported by the Tang family ended up biting him, and even his brother dared to move.

Tang Jingyun naturally disdained to save it!

"Ningbei, are you okay?" Su Qinghe trotted over.

But at the door, Du Yuan's lover and secretary, holding black pistols in both hands, shouted angrily: "Don't move, whoever dares to move, I will kill her!" ”

The black muzzle of the gun was against the back of Su Qinghe's head.

Su Qinghe's body stiffened, and his clear eyes showed fear.

Du Yuan smiled in surprise: "Xiaoling, well done, what bullshit Tang family Su family, fuck it!" ”

"Let go of her, I'll keep you alive and leave Bianjing!" Tang Jingyun's eyes were cold.

The female secretary Xiaoling sneered: "Tang Shao, are you so deceitful to treat me as a three-year-old child, let this girl go, my boss and I will die!" ”

Ning Bei glanced over, ready to start.

But Xiaoling spoke: "Mr. Ning, I know that you are a powerful martial artist, and the general-level can come to me in the blink of an eye, but if I pull the trigger, it can be completed in 0.3 seconds, don't act rashly, once I can't see you, it's time for me to pull the trigger!" ”

Ning Bei looked at her and said softly: "Who told you that I am just a general!" ”

"What?"

Tang Jingyun was stunned.

Xiao Ling was even more stunned, and lost her voice: "It's not a general, are you ......?"

She wasn't done yet.

Swish!

Ningbei didn't move, but a terrifying coercion rolled upside down, and the entire seventh floor seemed to be rolled up with a strong wind, and A4 paper documents flew up.

This coercion made Du Yuan lose his voice in fear: "The air pressure is a hundred grasses, the power is ten thousand people, and the god of war level!" ”

The power of the god of war formed an invisible force, squeezing Xiao Ling except for the rotation of her eyes, her body as if she did not belong to her, and her fingers lost feeling.

Ning Bei stepped out, and the Beiwang Sword appeared in his hand.

After the pitch-black sword light, the black hand flew up, and there was a hand on it.

The wrists were broken at the root, revealing deep white bone stubble, and Xiao Ling's screaming made the entire entertainment city feel terrified, not knowing what happened on the seventh floor.

Ning Bei hugged Su Qinghe's unbearable willow waist and hugged it in his arms.

Hold a knife in your left hand, for killing.

The beauty of the right hand is in the arms, for tenderness!