As the voice fell, everyone present looked towards the source of the voice.
They saw two people walking towards them, one behind the other.
Walking in front was a young man in his twenties, dressed in casual clothes, with his hands in his pockets, looking calm and composed.
The man walking behind was known to many people present.
He is none other than the Black Dragon, the king of the underground world in Shanzhou City!
"Black Dragon? He actually dares to come to the provincial capital?"
"Who is the person walking in front of the black dragon? Could he be the one named Su?"
"What the hell! I was worried about where to find them, and they actually came to my door by themselves. It's true that there is a way to heaven but he didn't take it, and there is no way to hell and he broke in!"
"..."
After everyone in the Jiang family saw that the person coming was the black dragon, they all gritted their teeth and were filled with righteous indignation.
Jiang Lan didn't need to turn her head, she knew it was Su Ming just by the sound.
It was just Su Ming's words that made her frown.
What do you call his people?
When did I become his?
When you say this, isn't it obviously misleading?
Jiang Qixiang's face was ashen, his eyes flashed coldly, and his murderous intent was fully present.
He was angry with Yang Jinsong because Yang Jinsong was a late-stage congenital master and he, Jiang Qixiang, couldn't afford to offend him.
But who is this kid?
Dare you talk to him like this?
It’s not certain who is looking for death!
"Is this guy trying to steal a woman from me?"
Yang Jinsong also turned his attention to Su Ming at this time. After realizing that there was no real energy fluctuation in Su Ming's body, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
How dare an ordinary person steal a woman from him?
Isn't this just seeking death?
"Lan'er, is he the one named Su?"
In order to confirm Su Ming's identity, Jiang Qixiang asked Jiang Lan next to him.
"Um."
Although Jiang Lan is very disappointed with the Jiang family, this is her grandfather after all.
After hearing the question, she nodded in response.
"Mr. Yang, kill him, and Lan'er will be yours."
Jiang Qixiang's words undoubtedly added another punch to Jiang Lan's riddled heart.
She suddenly discovered that her grandfather, who usually cared so much about her, suddenly became very strange.
"Kill him, and Lan'er will be yours."
This sentence kept echoing in her mind.
At this moment, she suddenly realized that she was being sent away just like a piece of cargo.
Moreover, she was given away by the grandfather she considered the dearest.
Her heart was bleeding and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe...
"Remember your words, if you dare to lie to me, I will kill your whole family!"
After Yang Jinsong finished speaking, he took two steps forward and stood in front of Su Ming.
"We have a saying in Daxia: A good dog doesn't block the road. Do you know what it means?"
Su Ming looked at the big man in front of him who was a head taller than him and said calmly.
"You said I'm a dog?"
Yang Jinsong frowned and his face drooped.
"You know why you still don't get out of here?"
Su Ming's voice suddenly turned cold, and his whole aura suddenly surged.
He's not as tall as his opponent, but he definitely can't lose in terms of momentum!
"What did you say?"
Yang Jinsong looked angry and clenched his fists, making a "click" sound.
"roll!"
Su Ming activated the spiritual power in his dantian, and his voice was deafening.
Yang Jinsong felt as if his ears were being pricked by needles, and he subconsciously covered his ears.
The Jiang family members not far away were also affected. They were covering their chins with their hands, with painful expressions on their faces.
Heilong and Jiang Lan only heard the loud sound, but were not attacked by the sound waves. They looked at the people covering their ears with baffled expressions.
The pain lasted for four or five minutes and then gradually subsided.
Yang Jinsong took his hands away and discovered the blood stains remaining on both palms.
Clearly the ears hurt!
A surge of anger rose into the sky!
Yang Jinsong's eyes were about to burst: "I want you to die!"
"That depends on whether you have the ability."
Su Ming said lightly.
"Go to hell!"
Yang Jinsong shouted and punched Su Ming on the head.
"call!"
A strong wind pressed down on his head, like a mountain falling vertically, trying to crush everything in the world.
The black dragon was affected by this force and flew backwards for more than ten meters.
Even the Jiang family in the distance took several steps back because of this force.
"Mr. Yang is so powerful. He is truly worthy of being a master in the late stage of Xiantian. With the power of this punch alone, I am afraid that no one in the entire Donglu City can catch it!"
"It seems that our Jiang family really invited the right person this time. He beat the man named Su to death with just one punch. He was really easy off the table."
"If you dare to go against our Jiang family, you should first let him taste the pain of flesh and blood, and then slowly torture him so that he can neither live nor die!"
Everyone in the Jiang family showed excitement when they saw the scene in front of them.
However!
The next second!
They were petrified by the scene in front of them.
Just when Yang Jinsong's fist was about to hit Su Ming's head, Su Ming suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the opponent's wrist.
The fist that fell rapidly stopped just one centimeter away from Su Ming's head.
Yang Jinsong gritted his teeth and tried his best, but he couldn't bring his fist down any further.
"That's all you have? Haven't you eaten?"
Su Ming asked with a joking smile.
Yang Jinsong wanted to take his arm back, but found that Su Ming's hand was like a vise, clamping his wrist tightly. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull his arm back.
"You...who are you?"
At this time, Yang Jinsong finally realized that the young man in front of him was not as simple as he imagined.
This person's cultivation level is higher than his, and he is not the kind of being who can crush him.
"I'm someone you shouldn't mess with."
Su Ming said lightly, and his fingers suddenly exerted force.
"Crack!"
Yang Jinsong's wrist was violently pinched off, and the palm of his fist naturally spread out and dropped down.
"Ah! My hand!"
Yang Jinsong screamed hysterically.
As soon as his voice came out, the surrounding Jiang family members woke up from their petrification.
"Oh my God! What did I see? Mr. Yang's wrist was pinched off by someone named Su? How is this possible?"
"A warrior in the late Xiantian stage is so vulnerable? Could it be that we got a leave of absence?"
"Yang Jinsong is the disciple of Grand Master Ma Yucun. He is quite famous overseas. His cultivation has been evaluated by many people. He must be in the late Xiantian stage!"
"If the late Xiantian is vulnerable to a person named Su, then what kind of cultivation level does the person named Su have? Could he be a martial arts master?"
Martial arts master!
As soon as this word came out, everyone was shocked.
How old is the person named Su?
He must be in his twenties at most, right?
He became a martial arts master in his twenties. Let alone Donglu Province, even if we look at the whole of Daxia, there are no grandmasters in their twenties, right?
