The Dark Mage-sama is having a hard time right now.

I want to cry.

But unlike the pure discomfort before, now I want to cry by my pig teammates.

He thought about it.

He lived for more than a hundred years.

It's done a lot of bad things.

But it's not like good things haven't been done.

That's not the end of the sin.

What a pig teammate this is.

The Dark Mage cursed Cronin for his stupidity.

If he can move now, the first one to be killed is Cronin.

This fool provoked for him an enemy that he must not provoke.

The black mage didn't know where Yang Xu came from, but the question wasn't important now. Because the aura on Yang Xu's body that made the ancestral spirit frightened to the point of madness, it was enough to prove that he was an existence that he could never provoke.

It should be avoided far away.

Even contact is prohibited.

But now, that pig-like teammate is actually using his own name to provoke that terrifying existence that must not be offended!

The black mage wept silently, only hating himself for being powerless now.

You can't kill your relatives in righteousness to prove your innocence!

At this time, the spectators who had not yet left the hotel were all in a daze and stunned.

They looked at the angry Qingqiu Yun, and then at Cronin, whose cheeks were red and swollen, and finally landed on the black mage.

There are still people here who dare not to give face to the black magician?

Haven't they heard of the prestige of the Dark Mage?

Or are they bold and artistic?

"Hiss~~"

Seeing that Cronin and Yang Xu had a conflict, Yao Yuan suddenly gasped and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Damn, don't you want to be so exciting.

Yao Yuan didn't know Yang Xu's origin, but he remembered Lei Ming's evaluation of him.

Terrible!

There are only a handful of cultivators who can be evaluated by Lei Ming like this, and only those who stand at the top of the cultivators can receive such an honor.

The prestige of the black mage was forged by the blood of countless enemies for more than a hundred years.

He is known as one of the most mystical and powerful practitioners on the planet.

Ranked in the top 100 of the world's strongest list.

Thinking of the imminent conflict between the two cultivators who could be called the top cultivators in the world, Yao Yuan only hated himself for being too concerned about face just now and didn't leave early.

But it shouldn't be too late.

Yao Yuan thought about it secretly, and whispered a little anxiously: "Real person, let's withdraw." ”

"If we wait for them to fight, I'm afraid this place will be razed to the ground."

Lei Ming didn't speak, his eyes looked at the black mage carefully, thoughtfully.

"No, you don't."

His tone was calm, as if he had not taken the crisis in front of him into account.

Yao Yuan was also a little confused.

It's all about now, what are we still doing here?

He hurriedly said: "Real person, if those two fight........

"I can't fight."

Lei Ming took a sip of tea, and his gaze became extremely solemn.

Just now, he discovered the anomaly.

The black mage is wounded and has been badly wounded!

Very serious injuries.

Although the dark mage had been hiding the fact that he was coughing up blood with his hands, when he trembled and lowered his right hand, the blood fell to the ground through the gap in his palm.

Seldom.

But it was still noticed by Lei Ming.

And his words made Yao Yuan's eyes widen, full of doubts and puzzlement.

"What?"

Can't fight?

Isn't it all fighting?

"Peng~~"

Just when Yao Yuan was extremely puzzled, he saw the black mage suddenly stand up and slap it on the table.

Peng's loud bang attracted everyone's attention.

"It's over, the Dark Mage is angry."

"God, they're crazy enough to provoke the legendary Dark Mage, maybe we should have left here sooner."

"Damn, hopefully we won't be affected."

The dark mage slapped the table, and everyone's faces changed.

The faces of the onlookers who knew about the Black Mage's past changed dramatically, and there was obvious worry and panic in their eyes.

Yao Yuan looked at Lei Ming very resentfully.

Real person, that's what you mean you won't fight?

Cronin was also taken aback.

He covered his red and swollen cheeks with one hand, and looked at the black magician like a wronged little daughter-in-law, his eyes full of panic and uneasiness.

"Great, my lord, I'll do it."

Cronin just thought that he hadn't done it himself, which made the dark mage furious.

Thinking of the legend of the Dark Mage, Cronin's heart was almost consumed by fear, and his legs went weak with fear.

The black mage listened to Cronin's words, but he wanted to slap him to death.

But just forcibly standing up, almost all his strength was consumed. At the moment, apart from simple facial expressions, he could hardly react more.

The Dark Mage glared at Cronin, trying to stop the idiot.

But in Cronin's view, the meaning is completely different.

Cronin's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his back was soaked.

God, Lord Dark Mage, this is a sign of displeasure with his own incompetence.

"Yes, I'll do it."

Cronin wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, bowed his head, and hurriedly made a statement, for fear that if he was too late, he might be punished by the black magician.

"Poof!"

The black mage's face flushed, and his eyes began to become bloodshot.

your ancestors!

Where did the old man provoke you, as for hurting the old man like this.

I.......

The black mage couldn't hold back any longer and had to take back the power to suppress the ancestral spirits in order to gain control of his body.

Doing so is costly.

It can cause serious damage to the body and even threaten life.

But at this moment, the dark mage can't care so much.

He was afraid that if this idiot continued to stir up, he might not need to think about the future again.

"Puff~~"

Retracting the power to suppress the ancestral spirit, the black mage's face turned red and spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

The ancestral spirit, having lost the suppression, seemed to be about to break away from his body.

A hideous and terrifying beast phantom escaped from the dark mage's body, but was quickly pulled back by the powerful force.

There is a lion with a bloody body and a terrible bloody aura.

There is a golden yellow body, like a metal cast tiger.

There are jackals whose bodies are filled with black mist and exude a thick ominous aura.

There is a blue python with a turquoise blue body, like a beautiful work of art.

All kinds of ferocious beasts are terrifying.

The temperature of the entire hotel cooled with the appearance of the beast's spirit.

It's like a cold wind howling.

At this moment, the black mage didn't care about his image, let the blood slip down the corners of his mouth, his eyes were as scarlet as rabbits, and he scolded angrily: "Fake, you idiot, stupid donkey. ”

"Ah~~"

Cronin was stunned.

I was also frightened by the actions of the black magician.

What's going on?

Why are you still vomiting blood?

No, I .......

Cronin's eyes glazed over.

He admits that he didn't do well just now, and didn't maintain the prestige of the dark magician.

But that's too much.

We are not affiliated, but just cooperative.

Cronin was very aggrieved, but in the face of the famous black magician, he didn't dare to say a word.

Be a yes-man.

Terrified.

And at this moment, the black mage didn't pay attention to Cronin's thoughts.

He looked at Yang Xu, humble and aggrieved, and hurriedly explained: "I'm very sorry, this idiot disturbed several Yaxing for contemptible reasons. ”

"Please also believe that the contemptible people definitely don't mean that."

The black mage lowered his attitude, first admitting his mistake, and then saying that it was not his own intention, purely because his companion was too stupid.

In order to show his sincerity, he also specially apologized to Yang Xu in Chinese.

That's the benefit of longevity.

Although the black mage is an Indian, he is fluent in seven languages.

Spanish, Russian, French, English, Japanese, Chinese, traditional languages of the Indians.

It's just that in the face of the black magician's low-profile apology, Qingqiu Yun was unceremoniously.

His face was gloomy, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he rebuked angrily.

"This idiot dares to insult my master, is it enough for you to misunderstand?"

The dark mage's face was ugly.

He hated Cronin as an idiot now.

But he knew that the most important thing was to dispel Yang Xu's anger and solve this big trouble.

Cronin's life and death don't matter.

The important thing is not to put yourself in it.

"No, no, no, the contemptible definitely doesn't mean that."

"Contemptible, just, just ......."

The black mage secretly scolded Cronin, and hurriedly explained in the face of the angry Qingqiu Yun.

Thinking about his black magician who has been in South America for two hundred years, when has he ever been so low-voiced.

For a while, he seemed incoherent.

Overwhelmed.

And the performance of the black mage made everyone stunned.

Even if they can't understand Chinese, they can get a general idea of the black mage's current situation through the black mage's expression, speech speed, and emotions.

Fear!

Afraid!

Grievance!

It was the truest emotion they had seen from the Black Mage.

Everyone looked at each other.

What's going on?

How did the black mage, who was still menacing just now, become a coward in an instant?

I'm afraid that no one will believe this kind of thing.

Cronin was still aggrieved just now, and now he gradually understood what happened.

If you don't understand, you can't understand it, but he can still understand the attitude of the black magician.

In an instant, he understood what was going on.

I misunderstood the meaning of the black magician, and provoked people who even the black magician was afraid of.

Thinking of this, Cronin's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

The Black Mage is already a terrifying existence like a demon god.

Someone who can make a black mage so afraid, Cronin doesn't dare to think about it, and he can't figure it out.

All he knew was that he was finished.

Even if Yang Xu didn't kill himself, the black magician wouldn't let him go.

Dead!

Inside the hotel, the atmosphere suddenly became eerie.

Everyone looked at the depressed Cronin, then at the nervous and panicked black magician, and finally fell on Yang Xu and the others.

"Hey, no wonder the others ran away when they heard the prestige of the black magician, and the three of them dared to sit there as if they didn't know the prestige of the black magician. It turns out that people don't know, they don't care at all. ”

"That's not it, if you look at the attitude of the black magician, it's like a grandson meeting a grandfather."

"It's terrible, what kind of person is he, even a dark mage is so afraid?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it, I guess the black mage knows it, and it may be the top powerhouse in the Americas."

"Shhhh

"Ahem."

Yao Yuan's eyes widened, looking at everything that was happening in front of him.

It's so bizarre.

Just now, he thought that a battle was about to take place that shocked the cultivation world, but it turned out that the demon god of South America, the legendary black mage, had relented.

Not only is it soft, but it's also soft like a bag.

If he didn't know the characteristics of the black magician, and he believed that the Holy Knights would not find the wrong person, Yao Yuan even thought that the coward in front of him was not the legendary black magician at all.

Because it's so magical.

The legendary black magician who kills people like hemp and has never missed a shot, how could he be so low-voiced.

How could it be so cowardly!

Yao Yuan had a toothache and couldn't help but look at Lei Ming, his eyes full of question marks.

He thought of what Lei Ming had just said.

Can't fight.

And the reality is.

The Dark Mage softened at the speed of light, making the impending battle invisible.

But the more this is the case, the more curious Yao Yuan becomes.

What's going on with all this?

Lei Ming didn't speak, just quietly looked at everything in front of him, and there were turbulent waves in the depths of Tong Kong.

He saw it.

I finally understood why the black mage was soft.

Because of the black mage's injury, it was Yang Xu who caused it.

The scene of the ancestral spirit running away on the black mage's body just now made Lei Ming know the black mage's biggest secret - where his power came from.

Beast Soul!

Borrow the beast soul and gain extraordinary power.

The art of resisting the soul is also available in Huaxia.

The names may be different, but there is almost no difference in form.

And the thing that the beast soul is most afraid of is thunder!

Restrained by nature.

Lei Ming didn't know how strong Yang Xu was, but the moment Yang Xu entered the hotel, the thunder power in his body almost went out of control.

Based on this alone, Lei Ming knew that Yang Xu's thunder far surpassed himself and reached an unbelievable realm.

When Yang Xu sat beside the black mage, the beast soul in his body went berserk uncontrollably because of Yang Xu's terrifying thunder power.

That's why the Black Mage is hurt, and why he's so scared.

However, after thinking about this, Lei Ming not only did not feel happy, but his back was covered with cold sweat.

Who is the Black Mage?

The demon god who roams South America and is the most powerful cultivator in the world today.

But such a top cultivator actually suffered a heavy blow just because of the traction of the qi engine.

Even if there is a reason for attribute restraint.

But how powerful should Yang Xu be?

With the traction of the qi machine alone, the top cultivators in the world today can lose their desire to resist.

Lei Ming didn't know.

But he knew that it was definitely not a human being.

At least not in the realm that ordinary humans can reach.

Immortals!

God!

Demigods!

Lei Ming stared at Yang Xu, guessing where he came from.

With such a red fruit gaze, he naturally couldn't escape Yang Xu's induction.

He looked up.

The eyes are facing each other.

Yang Xu responded with a smile.

Then, he glanced at Cronin, who was paralyzed on the ground, and said calmly: "Twenty palms and mouths to show punishment." ”

Cronin is the prey of the Shadow of the Green Hill.

Today he was invited, just as a guest.

Watch the hilarious people.

Yang Xu didn't want to do something noisy.

Cronin's life should be decided by Qingqiu Ying.

Qingqiu Yun got the order and came to Cronin with a cold face.

"Bang Bang~~"

He raised his hand and struck.

I used all my strength.

With just one slap, Cronin's teeth were knocked out, leaving blood on the corners of his mouth.

However, Qingqiu Yun hated this idiot who dared to offend Yang Xu, and had no intention of keeping his hand.

Slap after slap.

But after five or six slaps, Cronin's face was already swollen as if he had gained a few laps, and it was completely unshaped.

After twenty slaps, Cronin fell to the ground, already unconscious.

From beginning to end, Cronin did not resist.

He didn't dare.

He was afraid.

Revolt could lead to a worse ending.

Qing Qiu Yun slapped Cronin twenty times before he could vent his anger.

He turned to face Yang Xu and said respectfully.

"Master, punishment has been imposed on the blasphemer."

Yang Xu bowed slightly, indicating that he knew.

Inside the hotel, there is silence.

People looked at Cronin, who had fallen to the ground and could no longer see his human appearance at all, and secretly turned to Yang Xu with the corner of his gaze, his eyes were full of fear and doubt, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

It's something that scares even dark mages.

And the most embarrassing person at the moment is the members of the Holy Knights standing in front of the door.

The deputy head of the regiment is in trouble, and it stands to reason that they should come forward to help.

But the prestige of the black magician and the strange atmosphere in the hotel made them look at each other, but no one dared to act.

Joke.

The people that even the dark magicians are afraid of are what we little minions can deal with.

Just when the atmosphere in the hotel was solemn and awkward, a shout was heard in the distance outside the street.

The sound is made in two languages: Chinese and English.

"The head of the Paladin's Captain Beard is here."

"The head of the Paladin's Captain Beard is here."

Sounds come from far and near.

The shouts were accompanied by the roar of cars.

Yang Xu listened to the shouts outside, and already understood Qingqiu Ying's plan.

The negotiations are fake.

Take the opportunity of negotiation to let the Holy Knights relax their vigilance and send the elite of the Qingqiu Fox Clan to the Holy Knights to raid and assassinate!

Destroy the Paladins in one fell swoop.

This plan seems crazy to the average person.

But the Qingqiu Fox Clan is good at illusion, and is proficient in telekinesis, and there are elites who can manipulate elemental power.

Assassination raids are their forte.

As Qingqiu Ying said.

He doesn't need to beat technology, he just needs to beat the man who wields the gun.

The Qingqiu Fox Clan also doesn't need to directly fight the guns, they only need to take out the people who can manipulate the guns.

And now, the plan is perfect.

The head of the Holy Knights, Beard, died, leaving the Holy Knights leaderless.

Even if there were still members of the Holy Knights, they had no intention of resisting.

At the same time, he used the head of the head of the Holy Knights to deter the other forces in the six districts, so that they could understand the fate of being enemies of the Ocean Company.

It can be described as killing three birds with one stone!

Yang Xu was very satisfied with this result.

It's not just Qingqiu Ying's plan that succeeds, there is almost no suspense about becoming the manager of District 6.

The most critical place is still Qingqiu Ying's strategy.

He learned to think.

I learned how to play to my strengths and get the most out of it at the least cost.

This is a very good change.

Seeing that Qingqiu Ying was so good, Yang Xu could also rest assured that he would hand over this errand to him.

He glanced at Qingqiu Shadow, smiled and got up to leave.

From beginning to end, not a word was spoken.

But it's all in plain sight.

As for the remnants of the Black Mage and the Holy Knights, Yang Xu did not give instructions and evaluations. He believes in Qingqiu Shadow's ability and believes that Qingqiu Shadow can handle it well.

Yang Xu's departure relieved everyone in the hotel.

The black magician, in particular, fell directly to the ground, panting with a pale face.

And his performance also shocked the surrounding spectators into a cold sweat.

Who the hell is that man, who can scare the legendary black mage like this!