Is it the early stage of the seventh order? Art felt cold in his heart, and when he looked at the posture, he knew that he was not good, and he was obviously here to find fault.

"It seems that this kid's strength is not very high. The strong man was sure that if this young man's strength was higher than his own, then it was estimated that he should be discovered before he got closer, but looking at the young man's expression, it was obvious that he was not aware of it.

What the strong man didn't know was that originally, according to the strength of the strong man in the early stage of the seventh order, he would really be discovered before he got close to Yate, but Yate had just felt the breath of at least the ninth order, presumably, the aura on the strong man's body was too weak and could be easily ignored.

"Smuka, what are you going to do?!" Caslint slammed the table and stood up, staring directly at the strong man.

Caslint was tall, but he looked a head short in front of the man.

Art's eyes froze, Caslint was only in the early stage of the sixth order, and he would not be the opponent of this strong man at all.

And now there is a Sister Luo on the other side who is watching, and before she understands Sister Luo's true purpose, she must not expose her strength.

This gave Art a bit of a headache, and the character who could have slapped him to death was now bullied to his head.

"Caslint, you're going to stop me, are you qualified?" the strong man was stunned for a moment, then let out a sinister smile, looking at Caslint, his fists were just clenched, making a clicking sound, and a momentum rose into the sky.

This aura is nothing for Art, and it can even be said that it is very weak, and it can be broken at will, but for Caslint, this aura is like a torrent, shocking people's hearts.

Caslint shuddered. The whole person took a step back violently, sweating profusely.

"Smuka, I may remind you that this young man is a friend of the person in charge, and the person in charge has specifically said that he will take care of him, if you do anything. The person in charge can't spare you. Caslint was a little unwilling, and let out a roar, trying to drink Smuka.

"Don't scare Lao Tzu with this set, who doesn't know his smiling tiger? When Lao Tzu first came, didn't he say the same thing? I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, for the sake of you being an old man, and you are also more valued by the person in charge, I won't let you be embarrassed today, hurry up and get out of me!"

Smuka roared louder. The shock made people's ears tingle.

"You!" Caslint's lips turned a little white in anger, and he wanted to say something, but at this moment, Art on the side moved.

"It's you who should get out!" Art raised his eyelids slightly, and spat out a few words.

Looking at Smuka's posture, he is definitely going to make things difficult for himself today, if he doesn't make a move, Kaslint may be made difficult by Smuka today.

No matter how Caslint says it, he is the kind of person who can talk to him. Naturally, he couldn't watch him being bullied.

If you don't make a move now, you must only use the power of the early stage of the eighth order. It's enough to crush Smuka, and it won't reveal too much strength.

"Huh, what are you talking about?" Smuka snapped his ears in disbelief and turned his head to the side of Art.

"Get out of here!" Art looked up, and the aura on his body burst out, rushing into the sky like a sharp sword, as if he could tear the roof of this cafeteria apart with his breath alone.

Subsequently. This breath was like a torrent, and the diameter crushed towards Smuka.

"Boom. The moment the breath touched Smuka, this breath immediately turned into a sledgehammer, and with the intention of reaching the sky, it fell fiercely on Smuka's chest.

Suddenly, Smuka's whole body trembled. The body took two steps back, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"Eighth-Order Professional!" Smuka's lips trembled, and he laboriously spat out five words.

At this moment, Smuka finally knew why the person in charge told them to take care of Yate, feeling that this boy, who looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, turned out to be a master at the same level as the person in charge!

At the moment when Smuka blurted out these words, the miners who were eating around him stopped one after another, and they stood up violently, and there was an uproar.

And Caslint on the side fell directly into a state of petrification.

"Eighth-order professional, no wonder you will be assigned to such a treasure land in the Ninth Mining Area. ”

"Eighth-order professional, he turned out to be an eighth-order professional! How old is he this year, he should only be fifteen or sixteen years old, this kind of talent is really too rebellious!"

"Nonsense, how can it be a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, this should be an old monster who has cultivated some spiritual method to rejuvenate. ”

For a while, the whole restaurant was in a mess, discussing something.

Art stared coldly at Smuka not far away, leaking a cold smile.

"Are you looking for me for something?" Art's entire voice was full of murderous intent, as if Smuka didn't give a reasonable explanation, and Art would kill him.

"Is it only the early stage of the Eighth Order? How is it possible? An Eighth Order Profession would actually give me a sense of danger?"

At this time, behind the stone platform not far behind Yate, Sister Luo's eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking at Yate with some confusion.

At the moment of "me, me", Smuka's lips were a little pale, and he couldn't say anything, and the strength of his whole body seemed to be drained.

"What are you?" Art picked up a piece of food and put it in his mouth, and the breath on his body was a little stronger.

Under the effect of this tremendous aura, Smuka's pores erupted with a trace of blood mist.

"No, nothing. Smuka stammered a few words, and now Smuka couldn't even move a finger.

"Hmph, I wish you had something to do with me, so I wouldn't be so bored. Art snorted coldly, and the cold voice spread throughout the audience.

Suddenly, Art frowned, his breath retracted, and the whole person slowly got up and turned to the direction of the door.

Suddenly, Smuka breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved, only to feel that his body was wet and cold, and his entire clothes were soaked with sweat.

Seeing Art's actions like this, everyone was a little confused, and they looked along Art's line of sight, and through the door of the cafeteria, they saw a fast-moving figure galloping towards here.

"That figure, it seems to be the person in charge!" someone narrowed his eyes, and then let out an exclamation.

Suddenly, everyone trembled, like a mouse seeing a cat, and immediately gathered up, stood in a row, and quietly waited for the arrival of the person in charge, including Caslint.

Just a minute later, the fat man came to the door and walked in with a smile on his face.

Without looking at the crowd standing in a row, the fat man walked towards Art. (To be continued.) )