Chapter 118: Warrior Conference

Now there are a lot of things in the company, Chen Yao has been absent-minded for the past two days, and she doesn't care about anything.

Su Luo was not heard from at all.

The two largest shareholders of Shenyu Group have run away, if Chen Chen runs away, Shenyu Group will be leaderless, and now is the critical moment of asset restructuring.

Su Luo practiced for one night, absorbed the remaining four spirit stones in his hand, and the dantian true qi mass grew up again, and his strength was enough to kill the high-level martial artists of Lin Dongtian and the like in seconds!

In just two months, Su Luo has been promoted from a warrior to a martial artist, and this cultivation speed can definitely scare a large number of people to death.

Su Luo found a breakfast stall at random and ate something, but Wei Mo Xiuwei had not yet reached the point of Bigu.

At the breakfast stall, an old Taoist priest with a five- or six-year-old child finished eating quietly.

The old Taoist priest said lovingly: "Xiao Ling'er, today's Closed City Martial Arts Conference, the master will take you to a long time to see, maybe someone will be able to cure you." ”

"Master, is the martial arts conference fun?"

The child's eyes blinked, curiosity and longing.

Su Luo glanced at the old man and the young man, and decisively got up and followed.

Along the way, he gradually came to the suburbs, far away from the bustling urban area, and the old Taoist master walked like a fly, and walked more than ten miles.

In a weed-infested wasteland, the old Taoist priest stopped, and the child looked up with a puzzled look.

The old Taoist priest turned around and said kindly: "Xiaoyou followed the old Taoist all the way, nineteen miles away, his breath was steady, his face was as usual, good kung fu!" ”

"Little brother, are you also here to grab the blood crystal?" Children are very simple.

Su Luo has supreme pride, never bullying the old and weak, the old Taoist priest and children in front of him are old and young, plus there is no injustice and no hatred.

Su Luo chuckled: "I heard what you said about the martial arts conference at dinner just now, and I want to go over and have a look." ”

"Master, little brother is a good person!" The child raised his head.

The old Taoist priest is a monk, it doesn't mean that he is a fool, he was followed all the way, but he would not believe Su Luo's words.

His old body moved suddenly, and the withered veteran attacked head-on, straight to the door.

Su Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his hand to counterattack, the two of them touched each other's left arms, and the old Taoist priest's fierce palm power changed abruptly, like a tide, and the internal strength was superimposed, and he actually shook Su Luo back half a step!

In just this half step, Su Luo's eyes became colder, ready to kill him.

Don't bully the old and weak, that is, this pair of old and young is not an enemy, once it is confirmed as an enemy, there will be no more old and weak in Su Luo's eyes, and the lessons accumulated in blood do not need to be explained!

"Master, little brother is not a bad person!"

The child came running anxiously.

"Ling'er, don't come here!"

The old Taoist priest's face changed suddenly, and he drank solemnly.

He was shocked in his heart, he knew his strength very well, and there were few people in Chuzhou who could compete with him.

He used seven points of force just now, just forcing this young man back half a step!

This strength is no longer below him!

Su Luo didn't want to bully them just now, and he didn't use his real strength to defend it, worried that he would hurt this old thing, and who would take care of this child when the time came!

But now......

"Old thing, since you want to die, I'll fulfill you!"

Su Luo stepped out in one step, his thin body was imposing, and a layer of dust rose from the ground under his feet.

Force!

Everyone has momentum, but now Su Luo is ready to make a move, and the momentum directly crushes the old Taoist.

The child huffed angrily: "Little brother, my master is very powerful!" ”

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Luo's figure was like a ghost, and a palm fell on the old Taoist's chest, and his body fell to the ground like a flying leaf.

"Ahem!"

The old Taoist priest's face was like gold paper, and he opened his mouth to spit out a large pool of slightly black blood.

"Master!" The child cried.

Su Luojian's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he knew the strength of his hand, so that the old Taoist priest would not be injured like this, and the blood he vomited was obviously wrong, and the old Taoist priest had obviously suffered serious internal injuries before the fight.

Now he is being beaten by Su Luo, forcing out all the blood on his chest!

Su Luo couldn't help but be happy, caught a glimpse of the child's angry eyes, and turned to leave.

Still in the vicinity of the location of the martial arts conference, Su Luo's ears moved slightly, and he had faintly heard a lot of noise, and found an open-air market in a wood, surrounded by a large number of expensive off-road vehicles.

Warriors are very powerful, and it is indeed easy to get money.

It is said that it is a warrior conference, but in fact, there are not so many warriors, a large number of people are samurai-level, men, women and children, wearing modern casual clothes, just like idlers' gatherings.

The old Taoist priest led the little boy and arrived, Su Luo wanted to go in, but the four strong men in black at the door blocked the way and asked, "Your Excellency, please show your invitation letter!" ”

"Invitation?" Su Luo didn't expect to ask for this thing.

The strong man shook his head: "I'm sorry, you can't go in without an invitation!" ”

"The invitation is here!"

The old Taoist priest walked over to the yellow invitation on the ground, and the strong man in black changed his face slightly, and respectfully invited Su Luo and them to enter.

The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly: "I had a lot of misunderstandings about the little brother just now, thinking that he was looking at the blood crystal. ”

Su Luo walked away directly, and did not respond to the apology, even if the old Taoist priest and the child had an immortal crystal mine, he would not be tempted.

Kill people without hatred and resentment, and rob the old people and children.

If Su Luo had this kind of heart, he would definitely call himself the supreme of the fairy world.

There are three streets in the bazaar, and the entrance is the first street, which is more like a black market.

The things bought and sold were actually dead vessels, ancient dead burial utensils, and as a result, a large number of them were placed here for sale.

A stall owner with a sharp face and monkey cheeks caught a glimpse of Su Luo alone, and hurriedly shouted: "Little brother, come and take a look, they are all genuine goods, you look at Tang Sancai, the price is fair, one-third of the market!" ”

"Ma Pole, fool the newcomer again, you are half-truth, it is enough to fool the wronged boss in the city on weekdays, come here to deceive people, I feel that you are tired and crooked!"

A middle-aged man next to him, sitting on a small horse, said with a full warning in his words!

When he said this, many stall owners around him turned slightly pale, knowing who was coming to today's martial arts conference!

Without exception, seven out of ten people were ancient warriors!

You dare to make fakes to deceive people, and the ancient warriors deserve to kill you in a fit of rage.

But people die for money, birds die for food, and there are many people who don't know whether to live or die like hemp poles.

At this time, a strong smell of blood came, and at the same time, it was still an angry scolding:

"Your ancestors are slabby, don't ask who Lao Tzu's nickname is, make fakes to fool Lao Tzu, and look for death!"

A bearded man, with angry eyes like two brass bells, and a pale young man at his feet, who looked to be no more than twenty-three or fourteen years old, clutched his left shoulder, screaming and trembling.

There was blood-stained ground around him, and a severed arm.

The middle-aged man on the little horse played with the taste: "Did you see the hemp pole, that kid deceived the king of Ma Yan last year, and he dared to come over to deceive people this year, if he didn't come over today, he didn't come over with another action group, he dared to criticize that kid alive!" ”

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