The black-clothed boy in the teahouse is naturally Song Ciwan.

It was her, and a wisp of qi popped out from her fingertips, shooting through the side of the leather armor warrior's neck, and then through dozens of walls, all the way to the distance.

This move is abrupt and treacherous, terrifying and thrilling, and it is simply an undisguised villain.

The leather-armored warrior had the courage to ask Song Ciwan why he was like this, and Song Ciwan smiled faintly, his voice as cold as cutting gold and jade.

She said: "There is indeed no injustice or hatred, but in this world, anyone who intends to break into the secret realm of the spirit world, whether it is a human or a demon, or any species, will be under my three-foot blade."

You can travel to try, if you don't travel, once you travel, see whose good neck can be faster than the knife in my hand!

Of course, you may not have to make a knife under the knife, after all, they are all waste, and they can be destroyed with a snap of a finger. ”

After saying this, she actually laughed softly again: "Heh! ”

Her tone was light, her laughter was also light, and every word she could say was so arrogant that it made people chill from the bottom of her heart.

It can make the Buddha angry!

Look, look, what's all that about?

What is a local chicken and tile dog, and what is all waste?

Especially the last smile, it's good that the other party doesn't laugh, this smile is really adding fuel to the fire, and it will instantly explode the emotions of all the martial artists present!

The scales automatically appeared, and a group of people threw them like a blizzard.

The leather armor warrior who first mentioned the secret realm of the spirit realm, his magnificent chest began to rise and fall violently, and the subtle blood line on the side of his neck originally cut his courage by half, but at this moment, the anger that rushed to the sky surged onto the spirit platform, and the leather armor warrior could no longer hold back his emotions.

He raised his hand and slapped it violently, bang!

The ironwood tea table beside him, which was three inches thick, was smashed by him with one palm.

With a bang, the ironwood tea table shattered to the ground.

The leather armor warrior then turned around and stepped forward, and rushed in front of Song Ciwan in an instant.

His cultivation is a congenital turn, and this kind of cultivation is nothing in Song Ciwan's eyes, but in fact, the innate martial artist is already a first-class master in the eyes of the people and the general public.

When the leather armor warrior charged, everyone ran and scattered, and many ordinary people below the congenital level were screaming in panic.

The screams come and go, as if forming a unique accompaniment.

There were many tea tables in the way of the teahouse, and the leather armor warriors rushed all the way, and all the tea tables that stood in the way were either kicked open or shattered all over the ground, and a scorching power of qi and blood rushed out of him like wolf smoke.

Everyone's screams intensified.

"Ahh

"Help!"

"Hide, dodge!"

More people are pouring into the scales.

[Human desire, the anger, jealousy, and anger of the congenital martial artist, five catties and two taels, can be sold. 】

[Human desire, the resentment, shame, and madness of a congenital martial artist, four catties and three taels, can be sold. 】

Among the many desires of the people who flew one after another, two more groups were particularly conspicuous.

Although it is only a congenital turn, but the qi is more than five catties, there are differences, and it can be regarded as an unexpected gain.

said that it was too late, and when it was too late, I saw that the leather armor warrior rushed to the black-clothed young man, but the black-clothed young man was still sitting calmly at the table, only to see that his face was as cold as snow, and his expression was slightly cold and cold.

In the teahouse, someone was blurting out happily: "This young man doesn't know the height of the sky, he must be scared stupid." ”

And the leather armor warrior who rushed in front of Song Ciwan was gaining momentum, and he roared angrily: "Shaft, so arrogant, eat your grandfather and my punch!" ”

Rumble!

The qi and blood on his body were rolling and gathering like flames, shrouding his fist as wide as a sand bowl, and at the top of the fist, it rolled and formed a hideous tiger head.

A congenital martial artist, condensing qi and blood, has already reached the realm of qi and blood imitation.

It is conceivable that although this innate first turn is only one turn, his cultivation must have reached the peak of the first turn, close to the second turn.

Everyone in the audience held their breath and cheered, and some people rejoiced: "Okay, Boss Wu really deserves to be the leader of our Sandao Street, beat this kid and see how arrogant he is!" ”

The fist was near, and the young man in black still sat in place.

The strong wind blew a strand of hair on the side of the young man's face, and the onlookers in the teahouse couldn't help but shout: "Good! ”

"Great!"

"Hit!"

"Hit hard!"

……

The next moment, the fierce tiger head fist was gently resisted by a finger.

That finger didn't even touch the tiger head fist of the martial arts boss substantively, and everyone could see it clearly and clearly, only to see the young man in black raise his hand a little weakly.

Then, what blood and wolf smoke, what tiger head simulacrum, all became paper paste, under the finger of this relaxed and freehand void, the flag died down.

All momentum is as disillusioned as a bubble.

Burst!

Boss Wu stood in place and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.

He opened his mouth and only said the word "you", and his tall and sturdy body shook suddenly.

Then he snapped and sat down on the ground, and his whole breath fell sharply.

The noisy teahouse could be heard for a while, and all the shouting stopped, only to see the young man in black withdraw his fingers, his eyes swiped, and said lightly: "If you say something that you can't do, it's really arrogant." And what can be done...... That's called fact, that's called informing. ”

The young man looked down at Boss Wu who was sitting on the ground, and asked again, "How?" Spirit Realm Secret Realm, do you still want to go? ”

Boss Wu's face was pale, angry and unconvinced, and he even felt deeply aggrieved.

Therefore, even if he was succumbed by force, he really couldn't hold back his unwillingness, and couldn't help asking: "Why?" Who are you? Why aren't you allowed to go to the Spirit Realm? ”

Song Ciwan didn't answer, only glanced at the rest of the people, and asked, "What about you?" Do you have to go to the secret realm of the spirit world? ”

Some of the other warriors dodged their eyes, some lowered their heads, and some hurriedly replied: "No, we won't ......"

Before the words fell, there was a sudden noise on the street outside the teahouse.

Someone shouted, "It's here!" This is it! It was from here that a blow came out and pierced the door of our martial arts hall! ”

"And our cloth village!"

"Our inn is also worn!"

"My shop is also ......"

Some people even scolded and scolded: "Damn, where did you come from, dare to act so wantonly in the city, don't die?" ”

Someone also shouted: "Hurry, hurry, everyone let let, the adults of the City Patrol Division are coming!" ”

Wow!

The people who had been crowded around the teahouse moved one after another, gathered at the corner of the wall inside, and completely moved out of the way in front of the gate.

A group of neat footsteps came from far and near, rushing quickly.

(End of chapter)