Compared with the three pairs of blue eyes, Qiming's green eyes in the dim hall were extremely strange.
But only for a moment.
The D-class long knife in his hand shattered due to the excessive energy it carried, and exploded into pieces, crushing the three people into sieves.
The bullet that had not yet been loaded rolled off the man's stiff fingertips and hit the ground.
Make a "ding-dong" sound.
No long knife enchantments are required.
There are no short bursts of moves.
Qiming simply pressed his own energy into the knife.
Over 100,000.
One hundred thousand yuan of power!
This is the level reached by Qiming, the fifth-level peak realm, after escaping from the door of death.
To be honest, the level of these three people is not bad. Unlike the ordinary second-level arrogant man just now, two of the three have just entered the fifth level, and one is at the peak of the fifth level, at least on the same level as Qiming.
But Wudanjing and Wudanjing are different.
Qi Ming, who was in the second stage, once compressed his Yuan Power from air into liquid. In the fourth stage, he entered the poison pool to temper his bones like crazy and kneaded the demon's poison into his Yuan Power.
The memory fragments from beyond the stars helped Qiming fuse the meteorite crystals from the Death Gate. His strength could no longer be described in terms of realm.
The long knife was so shattered that it flew out as fast as a bullet. The blood of several people splashed onto Qi Ming's suit, scattering a bloody light and shadow.
Qiming glanced at the handle of the knife in his hand and threw it away casually.
"Anymore?"
Ignoring the three corpses still bleeding on the ground, he looked around indifferently.
The whole place was silent.
Qi Ming had just walked in. Regardless of whether he was a man or a woman, a newcomer or an acquaintance, he just felt like a young boy.
But it was this young boy who told them all what violence was.
"Pa" "Pa" "Pa"
In the corner, a man wearing a pure white mask without any texture suddenly clapped his hands.
"Young man, have courage."
Qiming's eyes turned to him, not friendly.
However, the man did not show any hostility: "The rules of the dynasty state that the battle ends after a three-on-one defeat. At least on this island, no one will trouble you for this matter."
As the man spoke, several waiters quietly walked through the crowd to the center of the venue and dragged away the four bodies.
The remaining two people quickly cleaned the blood on the ground with rags and buckets, as if they had done it countless times.
His expression was even more calm, as if he had seen him countless times.
There is no limit to strength in the three-on-one competition. They themselves feel that competition at the same level can suppress this person, and they deserve to die if they lose.
However, it is extraordinary to decide the outcome with one against three in one second.
"Please, Mr. Long San."
Qiming narrowed his eyes slightly and did not answer.
According to the custom of the wasteland, I am afraid that only the dragon head of the third dragon nest can bear the name "Mr. Long San".
But he felt Hongying wouldn't mind such a thing.
Qiming walked back to the innermost information trading center.
There is no strict room, it is still just a bar. Behind the bar, there was a young man in black clothes who looked even frail.
It is very rare that this young man also has yellow skin and black hair. He was not wearing a mask and had a slight smile on his face.
"Every day, one question."
His fingertips tapped a piece of red cloth on the table, and the young man blinked lightly.
Qiming took out a sun stone from his pocket.
"I want detailed information about the King of Hell's post."
The sunstone placed on the red cloth is not large, about 100 grams. The young man in black clothes picked up the sun stone with two slender fingers, but looked at Xia Houtian who was eating melon in the corner.
"Why don't you ask him?"
Qi Ming remained calm and took out a sunstone of the same size from his pocket again: "Where is there a stronghold?"
The young man in black clothes smiled slightly, his eyebrows curved.
He squeezed Yang Shi's hand and placed it on the bar again.
The bar counter turned out to be an electronic screen, projecting a broken image of the current Blue Star. The young man in black clothes pointed his finger at an island in the Pacific Ocean.
Qiming remembered the name.
The music in the hall started playing again, and the men and women in the room continued to dance as if nothing had happened.
It was as if no one paid attention to Qiming anymore.
"still have a question."
The young man raised his index finger and shook it: "One question every day."
Qi Ming directly opened his star wheel and dropped a sun stone weighing a full kilogram in his hand.
"It's the same question as before, what kind of force is the person who asked the King of Hell to kill me?"
The boy in Xuanyi was not interested in the sun stone on the table, but he glanced at the star wheel that lit up in the room with unclear eyes.
He did not deny knowing Qiming's identity.
If this bit of information cannot be found, how can Caiman Island be called the Wasteland Dynasty?
Putting down the sun stone on his fingertips, the young man in black clothes dipped the wine in his glass lightly and drew a small icon on the bar.
"Thanks."
Xia Houtian followed Qiming out of the intelligence villa, watching the excitement was not a big deal.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's good to have money, spend money like water."
Intelligence cannot be measured by value. No one stipulates how much money should be spent to do transactions with the intelligence center.
But Qiming's move was a full 700 grams of Yangshi. Not many people could afford the pleasure of spending money on the intelligence center.
Qiming didn't even look at him: "I have to thank Master Shuguang for his generosity."
His sun stones were all left over from helping Xia Houtian to temper his bones. He had almost used up one hundred kilograms, so how could he have the face to mock his extravagance.
Lin Huai burst into laughter, and his boss was rarely embarrassed. Xia Houtian didn't care: "Tell me, what information did you hear?"
"What a foreigner."
"What about the Foreign Islands? Tommy's one? Does the King of Hell post have anything to do with that?"
Speaking of which, this island is somewhat related to Shuguang, but the King of Hell's post...he really didn't pay attention to it.
Qiming knew nothing about this: "Tommy Anjie?"
"It's not Anjie, it's just that the Howai Islands used to belong to Tommy's side. In fact, they are not too far away from us."
“Isn’t it that King of Hell Tie first became famous because he killed Tommy Anjie’s politicians?”
"Harm! Tommy's group of guys don't fight dogs for a day or two. You may not know it because you were born too late. Before the end of the world, they fought even more fiercely among themselves."
Qiming knew what was going on.
"Is there anyone in the King of Hell's post who is at a high level?"
"Who dares to say that? It's just that He Waiyi belongs to the wasteland."
Qiming knew what he meant.
What is strong and not strong? In the final analysis, it is just a wasteland. How can it be powerful?
The reputation of King of Hell Tie is probably not something that a small Hewai Yi branch can sustain.
But since the imperial court points here, does it prove that the person who attacked him belongs to this branch?
"Is there a boat that can cross the sea?"
The ocean is not a pure land. There are only many more demons in it than on the mainland, but the space for human beings to display is greatly compressed and full of crises.
But the aircraft will be much simpler.
Xia Houtian then said: "There are no ships, but there are plenty of planes."
"Walking around?"
"You are really using me as your subordinate."
Qiming changed his expression again and pretended to be disgusting: "Dear Lord Shuguang, can you please take action?"
