The word black hand is very important in the hundred circles.

Now, Li Xiao is a descendant of the black hand, which makes his identity extraordinary.

In the martial arts arena, at this moment, the young and old of the Qing clan all gathered around, although when they looked at Li Xiao, there was awe on their faces, but there was some unconvincing in their eyes.

After all, in the world of monks, strength is respected, and if Li Xiao has no strength, just relying on the name of the descendants of the black hand can only deter these people, and cannot convince them.

"I, the grandson of the thirteen elders of the Qing clan, Qing Lin, please teach the descendants of the black hand today!" the young man said.

As soon as these words came out, many people's expressions became strange.

It's just because Qinglin is among the younger generation of the Qing people, although his strength is good, he is not the strongest.

Therefore, many people believe that Qinglin will undoubtedly lose this battle, and it will lose very quickly.

Of course, Li Xiao also has this idea.

After all, with his strength, the peak realm of the Demon God is almost invincible.

To deal with a Qinglin, according to Li Xiao's strength, one move is enough.

However, just as the two of them were about to make a move, the voice of the earthly world came into Li Xiao's ears: "Take it easy, don't show your true strength, in case someone sees that you are not practicing the exercises of the black hand clan, then it will be exposed!"

"Good. Li Xiao nodded secretly, but also quite helpless, thinking in his heart that he could only use some conventional means.

"Please advise!"

At this moment, Qinglin shouted, his eyes froze, and a blue light appeared on his body.

The blue light was like a green bamboo, standing in the void one by one, and then turned into a spear in the sky, rushing out towards Li Xiao.

"Extinguish!"

Li Xiao drank lightly, the spiritual power in his palm condensed, and under one palm, the palm print burst out, like a cloud of mist, shattering all the cyan spears that rushed in.

"It's so strong!"

"It is worthy of being a descendant of the black hand, and with a simple palm, he defused Qinglin's attack. ”

......

Around him, many people were amazed by Li Xiao's strength, but more people showed a hint of eccentricity.

Just because, according to the strength of the descendants of the black hand, this palm is enough to defeat Qinglin, not just to defuse Qinglin's attack.

Therefore, many people are wondering, is it Li Xiao who released the water?

"The children can be taught, and when they are learning, they will not forget to leave face for my Qing clan, and they will become great weapons in the future!"

"Teachable!"

......

The older generation of the Qing people were amazed, they believed in Li Xiao's identity, and at this moment, seeing that Li Xiao did not defeat Qinglin in one move, they thought that Li Xiao was deliberately releasing water to save some face for the Qing people.

Then, in this way, since Li Xiao has released the water, it is naturally difficult for the Qing clan to continue to entangle.

No, before Qinglin could continue to make a move, the old thirteen who came from a distance spoke.

"Lin Er, you are not Young Master Hei's opponent. The thirteenth elder said: "Young Master Hei has shown mercy to his subordinates, and you have lost." ”

As soon as these words came out, Li Xiao was stunned.

To be honest, he didn't release water, he just couldn't use his own strength.

After all, he was also worried about his identity being exposed.

At the same time, Qinglin was also aggrieved, and he had just fought each other, so let him admit defeat, how much did his grandfather look down on him?

However, after all, the old thirteen is an elder, and he is Qinglin's grandfather, and Qinglin naturally has to obey his words.

With an aggrieved face, Qinglin could only bow his hand to Li Xiao and said, "Admit defeat!"

Li Xiao didn't speak, glanced at Qinglin lightly, and planned to leave here.

After all, the battle between him and Qinglin was over, and staying was just a waste of time.

However, it is the so-called young people who are arrogant.

The younger generation of the Qing clan, seeing Qinglin admitting defeat, naturally some people were not convinced.

No, in just a few breaths, more than a dozen young people of the Qing clan stood up and wanted to have a discussion with Li Xiao.

"Let's go together. Li Xiao said indifferently.

Although he couldn't use his own strength, his usual means were enough to deal with any monk at the peak of the Demon God.

And the battle between the monks can be based on individual strength, regardless of the number of people!

No matter how many people there are, the strength is strong, and they can be suppressed with one move!

"Descendant of the Black Hand, you are too arrogant!"

"The younger generation of my youth clan also has Tianjiao!"

......

At this moment, the young generation of the youth was enraged.

However, they also have their own arrogance and did not shoot at the same time.

At this moment, I saw a slender young man stand up, stared at Li Xiao, and said proudly: "I am the younger generation of the Qing clan, ranking third in strength, Qingliumu, please advise!"

"Quickwood shot, maybe it can really defeat the descendants of the black hand!"

"If Liumu defeats the descendants of the black hand, then the reputation of my Qing clan will rise greatly!"

......

Many people were excited, hoping that Quickwood would win.

However, the older generation of the Qing people pinched a cold sweat.

Just because, the identity of the descendants of the black hand is too heavy.

They also want Quickwood to win, but they are more worried about offending the Black Hand!

If Liumu really wins, then the black hand must lose face, and if the black hand gets angry, it will be the entire Qing clan that suffers!

"Driftwood! You give me a little leisure! When necessary, you must release water! Don't win against Young Master Hei!"

"If you dare to win, I will expel you from the Qing Clan!"

......

In just a few breaths, the older generation of the Qing clan successively transmitted the sound to Qingliumu, and even gave a death order, this battle can only be lost, not won!

"This ......" Aoruki frowned, he really wanted to take this opportunity to become famous, but the older generation had ordered him like this, how dare he disobey.

And for all this, Li Xiao didn't know at all, at this moment he was thinking about how many moves he should use to defeat Qingliumu in this battle, and what kind of moves he should use so as not to expose his identity.

"It's so tangled. Li Xiao said secretly: "You can only use the power of the body, and the rest of the power, once it is displayed, most of these people will be suspicious." ”

After thinking about it, Li Xiao saw that Qingliumu had already made a move.

However, when Qing Liumu made a move and watched the palm prints fall from the sky, Li Xiao could feel that most of those palm prints were false, empty and empty, without any power fluctuations.

"What are you doing? Putting water on me? Looking down on me Li!?" Li Xiao was unhappy and even more angry.

Rumble!

The next moment, I saw Li Xiao step out, and he stepped out without performing any moves.

Step by step, his body, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, was more like a rock, allowing the palm prints in the sky to hit his body, and he didn't move a bit.

Immediately, in a few breaths, Li Xiao passed through the cascading palm prints, and finally stood in front of Qingliumu.

"This is ......" Qing Liumu was shocked, although he released the water, his attack was not so easy for Li Xiao to crack!

"This guy...... Need me to release the water?" Qing Liumu frowned, and suddenly felt that even if he didn't release the water, he might not be Li Xiao's opponent!

(End of chapter)