"You...who are you?"
The old man stood up and stared at Su Ming and asked.
"Old guy, are you old and confused?"
Su Ming rolled his eyes: "You don't even know who I am, so you dare to come to my territory and cause trouble?"
"Are you a black dragon?"
After the old man finished speaking, he immediately shook his head in denial: "They told me that Heilong is a middle-aged man in his forties. You look like you are in your twenties at most. You are not Heilong."
"Black Dragon is one of my dogs."
Su Ming said calmly.
"You can make the leader of an underground world become a dog. It seems you have some abilities!"
The old man said angrily.
He said that Su Ming was very capable, but in his heart he was very disdainful.
The leader of an underground world may be a superior being in the eyes of others.
But in the eyes of this old man, it really is nothing.
If Meng Qingsen of the Meng family in southern Henan were not his descendant, he might even be worse than a dog in front of Meng Fansheng!
"I'm really capable."
Su Ming had a smile on his lips and said slowly: "It's so big that at least you, a master-level warrior, can't provoke it!"
"Are you the Grand Master?"
Meng Fansheng looked at Su Ming in surprise.
His cultivation is at the peak level of a master, and he is invincible!
But even so, he was still helpless in front of Su Ming.
This shows that Su Ming's cultivation level is at least the Grand Master realm above the Grand Master realm!
It took him decades to reach that level!
"It turns out that the Grand Master is above the Grand Master!"
Su Ming smiled and shook his head: "It's a pity that I'm not."
"no?"
Meng Fansheng showed a hint of fear: "Are you a cultivator?"
"So be it."
Su Ming nodded.
The only practitioners he came into contact with were Ye Mo and Ye Hong.
However, the spiritual energy in their Dantians was obviously very different from the spiritual energy on his body.
He himself couldn't figure out whether he was considered a cultivator by Meng Fansheng.
"Practitioner! You are really a cultivator! I never thought that I, Meng Fansheng, would have the opportunity to meet a cultivator in this life!"
Meng Fansheng's emotions became excited, and his eyes shone with a fiery light, just like a teenager who was just in love when he saw the girl he admired.
"Aren't you just a cultivator? Why are you so excited?"
Su Ming frowned slightly, looked at Meng Fansheng and asked.
"As for! As for!"
Meng Fansheng said as he spread out his body and walked quickly towards Su Ming.
His neat movements showed no sign that he was an old man over a hundred years old.
As soon as Meng Fansheng approached, Su Ming suddenly felt a stench coming over him.
"Old man, don't get so close to me."
Su Ming covered his nose with one hand and waved the other hand fiercely.
A strong wind swept out, and Meng Fansheng flew backwards before he could reach Su Ming's side.
"Plop!"
Meng Fansheng's body hit the wall and fell down.
After landing, he quickly stood up and said to Su Ming with a bitter look on his face: "Mr. Su, you... you misunderstood. I didn't want to fight with you."
"I know, otherwise you wouldn't have the chance to stand there and talk to me."
Su Ming glanced at Meng Fansheng with a look of disgust, and said angrily: "You stink too much, just stand there and say what you want."
"Does it... stink?"
Meng Fansheng lowered his head and smelled himself, then said with an embarrassed smile: "I haven't bathed for decades, and my body has always smelled like this. I may be used to it."
"You're used to it, but I'm not used to it!"
Su Ming said coldly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Su. Next time I see you, I will definitely take a shower first."
Meng Fansheng said with a flattering smile.
"Next time? Haha!"
Su Ming sneered: "Do you think you can leave here alive today?"
When Meng Fansheng heard this, the smile on his face suddenly solidified, and he explained nervously: "Misunderstanding! Mr. Su! Everything today is all a misunderstanding!"
"Misunderstand?"
Su Ming sneered and said: "You Meng family are really interesting. Meng Hangyu led people to beat and kill people a few days ago. You said it was a misunderstanding. Today, so many brothers in the Black Dragon Hall were killed and injured in your hands. You said it was a misunderstanding. I really thought I, Su Ming, have no temper, so everything will be over with just one misunderstanding?"
"Mr. Su, it's true that I am from the Meng family, but I really don't know who the Meng Hangyu you are talking about is."
Meng Fansheng explained with an aggrieved look.
"fart!"
As soon as Meng Fansheng's voice fell, the young grandmaster standing next to Su Ming shouted angrily: "Meng Hangyu is the eldest young master of your Meng family and the son of Meng Qingsen. How could you not recognize him?"
"I know Meng Qingsen, but I really don't know his son."
Meng Fansheng said with a bitter look on his face.
He was a martial arts fanatic. He once thought that women would only affect the speed of his cultivation, so he remained a bachelor all his life and had no descendants at all.
Among the current Meng family, he is the only one who knows the current head of the family, Meng Qingsen.
As for Meng Qingsen's son, he really didn't know him.
"It doesn't matter whether you recognize him or not."
Su Ming shook his head and said, "Since you chose to come here and die, I can only help you."
After saying that, his aura suddenly surged, and an invisible pressure instantly filled the entire bar.
The peak of a grandmaster is just a grandmaster.
With his sixth-level Golden Core strength, killing a grandmaster was easier than squeezing an ant to death.
His consciousness has been locked by Meng Dansheng, and now he can easily kill the opponent with just one thought!
"Plop!"
Meng Fansheng felt so close to death for the first time in so many years.
His legs softened and he knelt down directly: "Mr. Su, please spare my life. I don't want to die yet. If you spare me, I can work as a cow and a horse for you! I can be like the black dragon for you." A dog!"
"Be my dog?"
Su Ming smiled slightly: "An old guy who has run out of fuel and lives by burning his inner energy is worthy of being my dog?"
When Meng Fansheng heard this, his expression suddenly changed. He looked at Su Ming in disbelief and asked, "You...how did you know?"
No one knows his situation better than himself.
He has lived for more than a hundred years, and all the organs in his body have long since failed. If he cannot break through to the realm of the Grand Master, he can only use his internal energy to replace the functions of each organ to maintain his life.
The reason why he has been in seclusion for so many years is to reduce the loss of internal energy, so that he can have more time to find opportunities for breakthrough.
But he had never told anyone about this matter. How did Mr. Su know about it?
"Of course I can see it."
A faint smile appeared on Su Ming's lips: "If you weren't so stinky, maybe I could help you break through and give you a chance to be a dog if I was in a good mood. It's a pity..."
"What's a pity?"
Meng Fansheng looked suspicious.
"Too bad you stink so much!"
Su Ming said lightly, and then with a thought, an invisible force surged towards Meng Fan, like a mountain collapsing on its head.
Meng Fansheng's internal organs were crushed by this huge pressure, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Then he rolled his eyes and fell backwards...
