Dongshan Provincial City.

Su Ming Villa.

Since Jiang Lan left with the people of the Black Dragon Hall, Su Ming was left alone in the villa.

These days, Su Ming has been meditating and cultivating, consolidating the cultivation of the sixth layer of Jindan.

On the night of the fourth day, Su Ming suddenly received a call from Heilong.

The base camp of the provincial capital of the Black Dragon Hall has been attacked!

Several Grandmasters who remained in the base camp were also injured.

The rest of the people are now distributed in various cities in southern Henan, and it is too late to go back to support.

Now only Su Ming is the closest, and he has no choice but to ask Su Ming to make a move.

After Su Ming hung up the phone, he directly sacrificed his flying sword, hid his figure, and rushed straight towards the Emperor Entertainment Club.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, it should be the busiest time of the night.

But at this time, the Emperor's Entertainment Club was unusually quiet.

In the clubhouse, all the people gathered in the bar on the first floor, and the guests and waiters who came to relax and entertain all looked at the unkempt old man on the stage with trembling.

The old man moved a sofa out of nowhere, crossed Erlang's legs, and buckled his stinky feet with a look of enjoyment.

"Do you know what this place is, old fellow? Dare to come here to make trouble, do you know what the consequences will be? ”

Under the stage, a young man with a pale face and blood stains on the corners of his mouth pointed at the old man on the stage and shouted through gritted teeth.

The old man put the fingers of the buttoned foot girl under his nose and sniffed it, revealing a look of enjoyment: "The grandmaster in his twenties is extremely talented, and over time, his achievements in the martial arts will definitely surpass the old man." ”

"It's a pity!"

The old man suddenly changed his words, and his eyes became condensed: "It's a pity that your fate is not good, and you are the enemy of my old man, and your talent is destined to be strangled in the cradle!" ”

When the voice fell, he formed five fingers into claws, and grabbed the young man in the audience in the air.

The young man seemed to be lifted by the neck, his feet suspended in the air from the ground.

When the people around saw this scene, their faces widened in disbelief.

The two are so far apart, one on the stage and the other off the stage, why did they float up?

Could it be a magic show arranged by the club?

Or are they making a movie?

But if you're making a movie, where is the camera?

And this fight scene is inevitably too real, right?

In the surprised gaze of everyone, the young man's body floated towards the old man little by little.

His face turned from pale to red, if it weren't for the support of a Grandmaster Realm's cultivation, I was afraid that he would have been suffocated by now.

"Where did you come from, a bad old man, who dares to spread wild in Lao Tzu's territory, I think you are used to living a comfortable life, and you want to find abuse, right?"

Just as the young man's body floated above the stage, a discordant voice came from outside the door.

Everyone present turned their heads to look in the direction of the gate at the same time.

I saw a young man with his hands in his pockets, pacing inside.

"Who is this? Dare to talk to that old man like this, it seems that he is going to be miserable this time! ”

"It's another young man in his twenties, he must be the same as the person before, he thinks he has some ability, he can look at everything, but he hasn't been beaten by the old man?"

"What do you mean by having some skills? That's a martial arts master! Such a young martial arts master naturally has arrogant capital! If he hadn't encountered this old monster, I'm afraid there would really be few people who could do anything to him. ”

"What a pity! These young grandmasters are going to fold in the hands of this old man today. ”

“……”

When everyone in the audience was talking in a whisper, the old man on the stage also looked at the young man who was walking.

He squinted his eyes and observed this young man for a long time, but he didn't feel a trace of true qi fluctuations on his body, and his brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

There is no fluctuation of true qi at all, isn't he a martial artist?

Not a martial artist, he has the courage to dare to shout at the old man like this?

"Old thing, for the sake of your age, Lao Tzu will give you a chance."

As he walked, the young man said, "Now let the people go, get out of here yourself, and I can not blame the past for today's affairs." ”

"Huh!"

When the old man heard this, the corners of his mouth outlined a cold smile: "It's really a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers!" Let the old man get me out? I really don't know where you got the confidence to dare to talk to the old man like this! ”

"My self-confidence?"

Su Ming stretched out his right hand, looked at it, and then swung his volley directly towards the stage.

"Smack!"

The next second.

A loud slap resounded throughout the audience!

On the stage, the corners of the old man's mouth were cracked, his expression was dull, and his face was full of disbelief.

The young man floating on the stage, under the effect of this slap, broke away from the old man's control and fell on the stage, gasping for breath.

"Multi-...... Thank you so much Mr. Su. ”

After taking a few breaths, the young man hugged his fist and thanked him.

This young man was none other than Su Ming, who came after receiving a call from Heilong.

He waved his hand and said lightly: "Now is not the time to talk about this, you organize the manpower and evacuate the crowd here." ”

"Yes, Mr. Sue."

The young grandmaster nodded, and immediately got down from the stage, organized the staff of the clubhouse, and began to evacuate the crowd.

These people were originally forcibly detained here, and when they heard that they could leave, they rushed to the door one by one.

"Shall I let you go?"

An old and energetic voice sounded at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful coercion instantly filled the entire bar.

The people who were running in the direction of the gate suddenly felt as if the floors above their heads had been pressed down, and their legs were weak, and they didn't have the strength to take another step forward.

"Old thing, it's shameless, isn't it?"

Su Ming said lightly, raised his hand and slapped the old man on the stage.

"Smack!"

The old man's body turned in a circle and fell headlong on the stage.

That coercion was also completely wiped out by this slap.

Everyone at the scene immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and one by one they quickened their pace, running towards the gate as if they were running for their lives.

"How is that possible?"

"How is this possible?"

The old man who fell on the stage looked at the ceiling and muttered with a helpless expression.

He had already set foot in the Grandmaster Realm decades ago.

Now that he has reached the realm of the Great Perfection of the Grandmaster, there are few opponents in the world.

Even if Zao Wou-Ki of the Martial Arts Alliance was in front of him, he was confident to fight with him.

But he never expected that one day, he would be tyrannized here by a young man who seemed to be only in his twenties!

What kind of cultivation is he?

Why can't I feel a trace of True Qi fluctuations in his body, but I can't dodge his attacks?

In front of him, it's like meeting a young child of a college student, and he has no power to resist at all?