Kang Yaoming looks down on the seven giants in Bianjing, and he also looks down on the Su family even more.

In his eyes, the Su family is just a small local force in the final analysis.

As he said, there are not even a few serious martial artists.

But he Kang Yaoming, putting aside the identity of the pharmacist, he was a seventh-grade general-level martial artist.

Therefore, his attitude towards the Su family can be described as naked contempt.

What Kang Yaoming said was not concealed.

It's just that the Su family is not qualified to bargain with him!

His offer, the Su family either accepts it, or the cooperation ends.

Mrs. Su sat in the first place, lived for decades, had a head and face in Bianjing, when had she ever been so humiliated.

People from wealthy families pay the most attention to face.

The upper class pays attention to face, the middle people fight for money, and the bottom people fight for fists and feet.

These are all the words left by the ancestors.

The Su family invited Kang Yaoming to come over, and the courtesy and treatment were sufficient.

I never neglected this distinguished guest.

Now in exchange for a humiliation!

The old lady is very old and has just recovered from a serious illness, how can she stand this wretched gas.

She vomited out the blood in one breath.

"Poof!

Blood spilled in the living room.

Ning Bei's face changed in shock, and he entered the living room in an instant, hugged the old man, and helped the old man sort out the stagnant breath in his body.

Kang Yaoming's eyes were slightly shocked, and Ning Bei was not satisfied with the speed at which he flashed in just now.

He was surprised: "Little Bianjing, I didn't expect there to be such a young warrior, it seems that he has the strength of a junior general, and he can be regarded as a little genius in the provincial capital......"

Syllable!

Ning Bei flipped his hand and slapped him on the cheek.

A slap volleyed the person into the air, and he didn't have a chance to backhand at all.

Su Qinghao's brothers and sisters rushed to the scene, and when they saw this scene, they were all extremely angry.

The only relative of the brother and sister is the grandmother in front of them.

"Grandma, how are you?"

Su Qinghe's eyes were red, it was because he cared about it, so he was afraid of losing.

Su Qinghao was angry on the spot: "Kang Yaoming, my Su family treats you as a distinguished guest, but I have been half snub to you, why are you doing this to my grandmother!" ”

The anger from Su Qinghao was eager to kill Kang Yaoming.

Ning Bei said coldly: "Some martial artists naturally like to be high, and they are disdainful of ordinary people, in their eyes, weakness is a sin!" ”

This is Ningbei's explanation to Su Qinghao.

It also reveals the cruel nature of getting along with martial artists.

In the bones of most martial artists, they are condescending and look down on ordinary people.

If it weren't for the fact that over the years, the supervision of the five major groups has increased year after year.

With the temperament of these warriors, they may not be able to do some evil things.

Su Qinghe's eyes were red, Ning Bei raised his left hand, stroked her delicate cheeks, wiped away her tears, and said softly: "Don't cry, grandma is fine." ”

"It's much better, Bei'er helped me regulate my breath just now, why are you crying silly girl!"

Old Mrs. Su adjusted her breath, and her face returned to a little red.

It was Ningbei who used purple gas just now to warm the old man's body!

Ning Bei pulled over a chair and sat on it calmly, with his left arm up, his fist supporting half of his cheek, tilting his head to look at Kang Yaoming who was lying on the ground.

The slap just now gave Kang Yaoming a concussion.

Ning Bei had plenty of time for him to regain his senses.

A moment later.

Kang Yaoming regained a little consciousness, his eyes showed a look of anger, and he wanted to get up, so he said angrily: "Who attacked me just now?" ”

"Me!"

Ning Bei tilted his head, closed his eyes, raised his right hand slightly, and an invisible force coerced and released it on the spot!

Swish!

Directly let Kang Yaoming kneel on the ground.

Ning Bei's thin lips moved slightly: "It's more appropriate for you to talk to me, or kneel!" ”

"How dare you insult me like that?"

Kang Yaoming's eyes were suddenly red, and he wanted to kill the young man in white in front of him.

He is in Qingzhou, even if he is a member of the Central Plains General Group, he needs to give him three points of thin noodles.

Who dares to insult him like this!

Ning Bei glanced at him and smiled lightly: "I dare to insult you, but I dare to kill you!" ”

"Y-Who are you?"

Kang Yaoming recovered a little bit of his sanity and found that he was a dignified seven-rank general, unable to move under the pressure of Ningbeiwei.

This young man in white is at least at the god of war level!

The god of war who looks handsome like a teenager is almost invisible even in the provincial capital!

Kang Yaoming's eyes were a little frightened.

provoked such a big man for no reason, it was really a blood mold!

Ning Bei tilted his head, closed his eyes and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter who I am, how did you insult my Su family's grandmother just now?" ”

Kang Yaoming was silent.

Knowing this, how dare he be so arrogant!

But now, it was useless for him to regret it.

Kang Yaoming said hoarsely: "God of War level figures, I also know a few in Qingzhou!" ”

"Tell me about it!"

Ning Bei closed his eyes, and his patience was abundant.

Kang Yaoming knelt on the ground in a suppressed manner, humiliated, and said in a low voice: "My master is a god of war-level pharmacist, and there are ......"

The words are not finished.

Ning Bei interrupted him and chuckled, "You're talking about the Chinese doctor?" ”

"That's right, it's the Chinese doctor!" Kang Yaoming was proud.

The identity of the national doctor is more noble than that of the ordinary god of war!

Because the number of national doctors is hundreds of times less than that of God of War.

Moreover, the god of war was seriously injured, and he had to ask the national doctor.

Kang Yaoming thinks that no matter what the origin of Ningbei, he is destined to be a little jealous today, and let him leave safely.

It's a pity that he thinks too much!

is a mere national doctor-level figure, and King Ningbei really didn't put it in his eyes.

The supreme warrior is here, and when he sees the King of Liang, he must also lower his eyebrows!

Ning Bei supported half of his cheek with his left hand, and said lazily: "There are twelve Chinese doctors under my command, and none of them are as arrogant as you!" ”

"What?"

Kang Yaoming was stunned.

The next moment, his scalp was numb, and he could hardly believe what the young man in white in front of him said.

But seeing him sitting on the chair, the wind was light and lazy, and it didn't look like he was telling a lie.

Who is this young man in white!

Kang Yaoming was faintly afraid in his heart, which made him very uneasy.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, shook his head and smiled: "Impossible, looking at my Huaxia, there are only a handful of Chinese medicine figures, where can I get enough for you!" ”

This is indeed the truth!

A figure like a Chinese doctor is really one of the few in the outside world.

Each one is a big man with a head and a face.

Kang Yaoming is not convinced, nor is it surprising.

It's a pity that there is a place in the vast rivers and mountains of China, which outsiders don't understand!

That's the North!

The Beiliang Army in the north has a lot of secrets.

How can outsiders understand!

Ning Bei, who was in the chair, looked at Kang Yaoguang who was kneeling in front of him, and smiled lightly: "There are twelve traditional Chinese doctors, there is no one in the outside world, but I have one in the north!" ”

"North, North, who are you?"

Kang Yaoming's whole body was struggling.

He felt that his death was near!

There is only one force in the north, and that is the Northern Liang Army, the head of the seven elites of China!

Ning Bei's thin lips moved slightly: "Bei Liang, Ning Bei!" ”