"Oh, how do you get convinced?"

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the chairs behind the three of them, and before that, they had not even noticed that there was someone there!

A drop of cold sweat quietly slipped from the heads of the three people, the three of them glanced at each other, the eldest brother, took a step forward, clasped his fists at the figure that appeared on the chair and said: "Your Excellency's kung fu, we deeply admire, and we also think that you are never your opponent, but if Your Excellency wants to subdue the three of my brothers, you must first convince us to take it seriously, otherwise the three of us brothers would rather fight to the death than be someone else's eagle dog!"

The person who came got up from the chair, touched the ice mask that was in the shape of a half-moon to cover the left half of his face with his left hand, looked at the three people with nervous faces, and said playfully: "Oh?

Under the coercion of the masked man, the three of them couldn't help but turn pale, and when they wanted to speak, they couldn't raise their courage, after a period of silence, the masked man seemed to have lost interest, and the white jade robe waved violently, bringing a gust of wind, and the three of them flew out, and said disdainfully: "I don't even have the courage to speak, what are you still convinced by this seat?"

A palm fanned the three of them, but the dishes, chopsticks and tea cups on the table did not move at all, and they were not affected in the slightest. The masked man didn't look at the faces of the three people like pig's liver, Shi Shiran sat down on the seat of the previous three, picked up a new teacup, and poured himself a cup of tea.

As if enraged by the masked man's ignorance, the youngest of the three, the third brother, suddenly stepped forward and said in an urn voice: "Just say it, what don't you dare! If you want to convince me, you have to win over my fists!"

The masked man glanced at the other party with a smile, his fingers lightly wiped on the teacup, and then with a flick of his middle finger, a drop of tea suddenly shot out, like a cannonball, and slammed into the strong man's chest, knocking his thick body out of the air, plowing a shallow scratch in the floor of the lobby on the first floor!

"Third brother!"

"A thousand bears!"

Two anxious voices sounded at the same time, but they stopped at the same time, and instead of daring to reach out and pull a handful, they continued to shrink their bodies into the shadows!

To the surprise of the two, the masked man didn't seem to care about their third brother's offense, but continued to drink his tea for a long time, until the tea was drunk, and then he said lightly: "So, is it enough?"

The stout man, that is, Zhao Qianxiong, the third brother of the two, pushed the table and chair on his body violently, and after standing up from the ground, he said with a full heart: "It's not enough! You have to beat me with your fists, and you can only use the strength of the early stage of soul condensation!"

Looking at his appearance, he didn't seem to be injured when he was just shot away, obviously the masked man was merciful! I don't know if it was because of this reason that he dared to make such an unbelievable request!

"Oh, is it a fist?

To everyone's surprise, but it was reasonable, the masked man did not move, put down the empty teacup in his hand, and shook it in the void with his right hand, bringing a muffled sound like thunder: "Then take me a punch and try it!"

With a wave of his right arm, the fist instantly melted into the void and disappeared, and at the same time, a roar that seemed to be a dragon's roar and a tiger's roar exploded in everyone's ears, and a layer of waves violently rose in the air, and an illusory fist shadow compressed by air instantly appeared in front of Zhao Qianxiong's body, crushing towards him!

"Roar!"

Seeing the fist shadow crushing, Zhao Qianxiong's eyes were filled with a trace of excitement, and the whole person was like a grizzly bear, after letting out an angry roar, his body, which was already very thick, was wrapped in a layer of earthy yellow light, and it actually became three points larger again!

The right fist was pulled back, and Zhao Qianxiong used his waist as the axis, and jumped his whole body into a giant bow, condensing all his strength into the right fist that was about to be swung. It wasn't until the fist shadow was about to smash into him that the right fist clenched behind his head was swung out violently, and the fist the size of a vinegar bowl was like an arrow off the string, bringing out a piercing sound of breaking the air, and slammed into the light blue fist shadow!

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Zhao Qianxiong's thick body trembled violently, and the earthy yellow light wrapped outside his body shattered violently, and his grizzly-like body flew backwards again, and it was even more embarrassed than the previous two times!

"Ahem!"

A coughing sound came, Zhao Qianxiong limped out of the shadows, and obvious blood stains could be seen at the corner of his mouth, obviously in the battle just now, he suffered a lot of injuries! But in his eyes, at this time, it exuded an incomparably fiery look, just like when Buddhists were on pilgrimage!

"My punch may convince you?"

The masked man was still sitting firmly in front of the tea table, and he refilled another cup of tea in his hand at some point, and slowly tasted it.

Zhao Qianxiong walked to the tea table step by step, took a deep breath, pressed the excitement in his eyes, knelt on one knee, and said in an urn voice: "Zhao Qianxiong has seen the master!"

The masked man waved his left hand lightly, let him retreat to the side, looked at the two who were still watching, and shouted in a deep voice: "Shen Baichuan, Chen Yizhuo, when do you two have to wait!"

The eldest brother Shen Baichuan and the second brother Chen Yizhuo glanced at each other, and after looking at each other and smiling bitterly, they walked out of the shadows together.

Shen Baichuan smiled bitterly: "I also use my fist in the next place, but under the Lord's Splitting Void Divine Fist, I really have no shame to make a move, so I won't delay the Lord's time!"

After finishing speaking, Shen Baichuan's face was straight, and he also knelt on one knee, and said in a deep voice: "Shen Baichuan has seen the lord!"

The masked man looked at Shen Baichuan at his feet and smiled playfully, "lord" and "master" seem to be the same word, but the attitude in this is worth his careful consideration! Moreover, this person is now taking the initiative to admit defeat and submit to softness, and it seems that he knows the current affairs, but all this is based on the results of his third brother "Zhao Qianxiong" making the first move! To put it nicely, this is called knowing the current affairs, and if it doesn't sound good, it is a wall grass, like a white autumn tiger!

"Get up!"

After a long time, the hoarse and weird voice of the masked man sounded, and at this time, Shen Baichuan's back was already soaked with sweat, obviously he also knew that he had caused the other party's dissatisfaction!

"What about you, Yijian Immortal, Chen Yizhuo?"

After subduing the two, the masked man looked at the last person, the one he was most interested in!

Chen Yizhuo, known as a sword immortal in the rivers and lakes, the word "one sword" does not mean that his swordsmanship has reached the point of being superb, and only one sword is used to kill the enemy! The real meaning of this gangster is actually to say that Chen Yizhuo is clever against the enemy, and often when he is about to lose, he can always use a sword that is so wonderful that it is like a fairy family's guidance, so as to reverse the defeat and turn defeat into victory!

However, in the face of the masked man sitting firmly on the chair at this time, Chen Yizhuo, who was known as the First Sword Immortal, showed a wry smile, after today, I am afraid that the name of the First Sword Immortal will cease to exist!

"Chen Yizhuo has seen the lord!"

In the face of Chen Yizhuo's surrender, the masked man waved his hand, rejected his surrender, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't worry about this first, I want to see your immortal sword like divine help!"

The bitterness on Chen Yizhuo's face was even worse, so he could only helplessly take out a three-foot-long soft sword from his waist, hugged the sword and saluted: "Then there is the guidance of the Lord Lao!"

The masked man's palm pressed lightly on the tea table, and the floor under his feet seemed to turn into silt, and with the force of his palm, the whole table disappeared into the floor little by little, and when the table top was flush with the floor, the tea table seemed to disappear out of thin air, and if you didn't look carefully, it was difficult to see the traces of the tea table from the floor!

"It's... This... This is?"

Shen Baichuan and Zhao Qianxiong glanced at each other, this kind of ability to turn wood into mud and slap the table into the ground, they didn't say they had seen it before, even if they heard it, they had never heard of it! Compared to this, the method of slapping silver into the wooden table was simply weak!

Different from the exclamation of the two, Chen Yizhuo can better understand the difficulty of the masked man's hand, and wants to slap the "fragile" wooden table into the floor without damaging the wooden table in the slightest, this test is not only the depth of the internal force of the true element, but also the test of the control of the true element, if you can't accurately control your own true element, let alone slap into the floor, I'm afraid that the tea table itself will be blown up by the powerful true element inside!

It's just that the three of them didn't notice that when the palm of his hand left the table, the masked man had a slight shaking movement, as if he was not satisfied with his palm!

Chen Yizhuo's eyes froze, his body took two steps back, the soft sword in his hand shook, let out a crisp dragon roar, and put on a gesture of immortal guidance, and said in a deep voice: "Please!"

The masked man stood up from the bench, his eyes under the mask showed a slight solemnity, five fingers in his right hand, and a long sword for decoration flew from the wall!

As soon as his eyes were closed, a touch of cold shot out of his eyes, and the masked man stepped forward, and a fierce aura like a wild beast rose into the sky, as if the entire Qinglou had turned into a demon prison!

"It's... This is... Sword Domain?"

A trace of surprise came out of Chen Yizhuo's mouth, and his originally bitter eyes suddenly burst out with a brilliance that was even stronger than Zhao Qianxiong's, but before he could speak, a sword light rose from the masked man's hand!

The sword light was dim, like the setting sun. With the slashing of the long sword, the Qinglou, which was already dark night, turned out to be even darker, and even the dim moonlight shining in through the window lattice seemed to have disappeared, and the whole room was completely plunged into darkness, and he couldn't see his five fingers!

"Dark Light!"

A shallow groan rose from the darkness, and then a dazzling light appeared, instantly lighting up the whole "world"! However, the strange thing is that the light is not light, but a dark light that is deeper than the darkness!