Su Heng was very dissatisfied in his heart, and naturally he would not speak politely.

The shelves of these king-level masters are really not ordinarily large, and they definitely belong to the kind of people who will die if they don't brag for a day, and they are all peerless masters everywhere.

"Boy, are you talking to us?" the voice of the seventh layer came, and the people above seemed to be a little incredulous, wondering if they had heard it wrong.

", get out of here!"

With a loud shout, a heavenly monument suddenly appeared in each of the three private rooms where the sound came from before, and smashed downward. With a "bang", the things in the private room were destroyed, and three figures were also released.

The three of them snorted angrily in unison, falling straight down and landing on the sixth floor, their eyes shining cold, looking at the young man in white.

The sixth floor of Qingyun Building suddenly exploded, and everyone retreated, looking at the group of king-level masters with fear. The monks below the sixth floor gathered in the center of the floor, and their minds could not reach out, but they could only observe with their eyes.

Someone provoked four king-level masters at one time, and this time there was a good show.

Not only that, but the doors of the other private rooms on the seventh floor were also pushed open, and shadows with a deep and powerful aura stood against the railing, silently paying attention to the movements on the sixth floor.

However, these people did not make such a provocative statement as the three men. How different is it from a fool to set up a strong enemy for himself for no reason, and those three people are different from them, either they are allies of the Blackfriar, or they have taken a fancy to the blood baby, and they all have a reason to act.

Only this time, the idea seems a bit hard.

"I'm not old, but I'm not small. A monk with a cold breath stared at Su Heng directly, listening to his voice, it was obviously the person known as Zhuo Yi.

Su Heng only glanced at it, and concluded that the other party was most likely from the ghost path.

Different schools have different factions, and the temperament of the monks will also be affected by them. For example, the temperament of the corpse and ghost monks is generally cold, the evil monks are unpredictable, the demon monks do their own thing and act without scruples, and the immortal monks are bright and bright on the surface......

And the black-clothed monk who was called Mo by Zhuo Yi was a man in the corpse path when he heard what he said. However, Mo can't show people as people, so he can't tell which kind of corpse the other party is.

The other two, one of them is dressed as a head, with a sad face and an ordinary temperament, but it is too ordinary, it must be the bitter head who is fighting with Zhuo Yi. The last one, as he himself said, is still a good show, with a playful smile.

His gaze swept over the four people in front of him, and Su Heng looked at the last one the most unpleasant. The invisible pretend is the most deadly, and at this time, he even put on this posture, hum, I will have to "take care" of you later.

"The ability is not big, but the tone is not small. Su Heng learned the other party's tone and way of speaking, competing against each other, and the girl on the side secretly said that this guy's "eloquence" was good.

The four of them exchanged glances, Zhuo Yi snorted coldly, reached out with one hand, and grabbed the blood baby violently.

No matter how much you say, it's not as simple as going to the bottom of it yourself.

Su Heng was not in a hurry to take the blood baby away, Zhuo Yi reached out with one hand, and he punched out. The fierce wind howled, and the speed of both sides was extremely fast, like a spirit snake coming out of a hole, fast and agile, and they collided together without any fancy feelings.

Zhuo Yi's face turned pale, and then turned flushed again, and then turned back to miserable white, and there was a burst of white and red......

Bang!

A powerful wave of qi was set off, and his form was shaken back, and he slammed into the guardrail, and the arm that was striking him couldn't help spasming.

This is not over, as he retreated, Su Heng followed closely as a shadow, and with a flip of his wrist, he coiled up like a snake and stuck to his cold arm. Su Heng's five fingers were flexed, the roots were as strong as heavenly pillars, and he pierced into the skin fiercely, and his arms were torn back.

Burst!

Bloodshot out!

Mo couldn't drink angrily with the bitter head, and the monk who had always had a playful look finally looked solemn and his eyes were solemn.

The three of them shot together, hitting the lonely and powerful young man, but there was an invisible force running beside him, and in a trance, it seemed that there was a black and white qi in a flash, and the three of them were all shocked back two steps.

The white clothes fluttered, and the young man took the opportunity to break away from the encirclement of the three and return to the same place.

There was an uproar all around.

This series of encounters was extremely fast, like a white horse passing through a gap. First of all, the boy and Zhuo Yi had a hard encounter head-on, ** confrontation, and the latter fell into the disadvantage with one face, and was shocked back a long way. The former was fearless, and only broke into the encirclement of everyone with him, and in a daze, he broke one of Zhuo Yi's arms, and even almost ripped off the whole one.

Such arrogant behavior was almost like nothing for the three of them, and it was almost a slap in the face, and it crackled.

The three of them joined forces, but they were defused by the other party's move, and they retreated unscathed. The white clothes are fluttering, the indescribable relaxed freehand, and the endless chic and graceful.

However, everyone saw that their spines were chilling.

"He's not going to be on the Supreme List, is he?"

"It's possible, otherwise in the face of so many king-level masters, how can you be so confident. ”

"What does it mean to have confidence? I think it's clear! If nothing else, just this hand is far above these king-level masters!"

"Yes, it must be the master on the supreme list. ”

"Hey, this time it's really a great show, the masters on the supreme list are strong, but the king-level masters are not fuel-efficient lamps, let alone the four of them joining forces. ”

"Let's take a good look. ”

“......”

Su Heng's hand shocked many people at once, and everyone talked about it, but without exception, their faces were full of excitement, looking forward to an earth-shattering showdown.

The monks standing on the seventh floor were also uneasy in their hearts, and their eyes became more and more intense.

Zhuo Yi trembled with a blood-blurred arm, inhaled cold air in his mouth, and stared at the young man in front of him with fierce and somewhat frightened eyes. In the previous collision, he could feel the vast power in the other party's body, boundless, which could really be described as "unfathomable".

After that, this son's methods were even more aggressive, and the blood on his arm was torn off in half, and his bones showed signs of breaking, and he was almost torn off completely.

"Roar!"

The black-clothed monk Mo couldn't feel the danger, and let out a low roar in his throat, the black clothes cracked, the muscles quickly bulged, and the skin became rough and hard, as if it was cast from steel.

In the end, his weight was shaken, and a mecha-like demon body appeared.

"Heavenly corpse?" Su Heng was slightly surprised.

The original corpse of the blood baby is a flying zombie, and it is also a vein of the heavenly corpse, so you can't see the blood baby, you must know its roots and feet, and have a plan, so you can intervene sideways. As for Mo Yi's words that he seemed to just want to defend his fellow Daoists, Su Heng treated him as if he was letting go, who would believe him when he said it?

After Mo couldn't turn into a heavenly corpse, he was confident that he could withstand Su Heng's power and stepped forward with heavy steps.

Kutoutuo performed a monk's ceremony, and took out a ring knife in his hand, which was simple and unpretentious, as if it was just a mortal soldier, but people did not dare to underestimate it.

Toutuo is a side line derived from the spread of Buddhism, and to put it bluntly, it is a kind of ascetic. Although some of them have their hair, they have to abide by more rules than monks, and their lives are more pure, so they are also called Kutoutuo.

However, Su Heng was thinking that he was not only a bitter head, but also came to the restaurant to enjoy himself, most of them were not bitter heads, but fake heads.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle.

But his smile was obviously a little out of place, and to laugh at this time was undoubtedly to look down on Kutoutuo, and even look down on everyone in front of him.

Although this is indeed the case.

Sure enough, Kutoutuo's face became more and more sad, and at the same time, it became more dangerous.

The last person was solemn, squinted at Su Heng, and said lightly: "Zuo Zongqing asks for advice." ”

Leng Yuewu walked over, stood side by side with Su Heng, and said with a grin: "Look at this formation, do you want to go up together? This is not in line with the confident and invincible tone of some people before." ”

The beauty teased, which suddenly made several people's faces dull, and then thinking of the shelf just now, they felt that their cheeks were hot.

It's not a big deal to see the trouble, and everyone in the audience saw this and coaxed one after another.

The four of them were originally allies, and they glanced at each other, and Mo couldn't stand up first, "Okay, I'll come first, and I'll teach Your Excellency a good move!"

In any case, this matter is because of him, and he must stand up and express it, rather than staying behind and letting others go first.

The first one is naturally more disadvantaged.

The king-level master is not a fool, Su Heng's previous hand has already shown super combat power, so they treat him as a figure on the supreme list, and they are reluctant to make a move easily. This is also the reason why Zhuo Yi clearly suffered a loss, but he was willing to take a breath.

"Practicing the way of the Heavenly Corpse, you want to compete with me?" Su Heng smiled sassy, without the slightest pressure.

"Yes, the heavenly corpse is in the same vein, and you are not weaker than others, and you may not be able to win. Hearing the disdain in the other party's questioning tone, Mo couldn't be slightly angry in his heart, knowing that he couldn't show weakness, and a pair of cold eyes also looked back.

Su Heng pointed to the blood baby who was imprisoned next to him, "Do you know how it didn't exist?"

Mo couldn't change his face.

"Its previous strength is not weaker than yours. Su Heng put the two fingers of his right hand together and swiped forward.

Boom!

The gray short knife that was trapped by the invisible field flew out in an instant, slashing straight at the door.

"Your knife will be given back to you now. ”

Mo couldn't face gloom, and the other party used his means to deal with him in turn, making him feel deeply insulted.

The large, rough hand reached forward, as wide as a dustpan, like an iron wall grasping at the gray short knife, and dissolving it. Suddenly, the blade of the short knife flashed and slashed diagonally.

Click!

A drop of black blood fell on the floor, and the sixth layer was deadly silent, and the falling needles could be heard.