The young man in black in the teahouse is naturally Song Ciwan.
It was her just now. A ray of energy popped up from her fingertips and shot past the side of the leather-armored warrior's neck, and then shot through dozens of house walls, all the way to the far distance.
This move was sudden and mysterious, terrifying and thrilling. It was simply the behavior of an unabashed villain.
The leather-armored warrior had the courage to ask Song Ciwan why he was like this. Song Ciwan smiled faintly at that time, and his voice was as cold and cold as cutting through gold and jade.
She said: "It is true that there is no injustice or enmity, but in this world, anyone who intends to break into the secret realm of the spiritual world, whether human or demon, or any species, will be under my three-foot blade.
You can try to travel, but if you don't want to travel, that's it. Once you travel, let's see whose neck can be faster than the knife in my hand!
Of course, you chickens and wardogs, maybe you don’t need to use your sword. After all, they are all trash and can be destroyed with a snap of your fingers. "
After saying this, she actually laughed softly: "Ha!"
Her tone was light and her laughter was light, but every word she spoke was so arrogant that it chilled your heart.
It would make the Buddha furious!
Look, look, what are these words?
What does it mean to be a native chicken and a dog, and what do you mean to be a piece of trash?
Especially the last smile, it was okay if the other party didn't laugh, but this smile actually added fuel to the fire, instantly igniting the emotions of all the warriors present!
The scales of heaven and earth appeared automatically, and groups of human desires came to them like a blizzard.
The leather-armored warrior who was the first to mention the secret realm of the spirit world began to have his majestic chest rise and fall violently. The thin line of blood on the side of his neck originally reduced his courage by half, but at this moment, the sky-high anger surged into the spiritual platform, and his skin The armor warrior could no longer control his emotions.
He raised his hand and slapped it hard, bang!
The ironwood tea table next to him, which was three inches thick, was smashed to pieces by his palm.
With a crash, the ironwood tea table shattered on the ground.
The leather-armored warrior immediately turned around and rushed to Song Ciwan in an instant.
His cultivation level is an innate transformation, which is nothing in Song Ciwan's eyes, but in fact, innate warriors are already regarded as first-class masters among the people and the general public.
When the leather-armored warriors charged, everyone ran away and dispersed, including many ordinary people below the innate level who were shouting in panic.
The screams came and went, as if forming a unique accompaniment.
There were many tea tables blocking the way in the teahouse. The leather-armored warrior rushed all the way. All the tea tables blocking the way were either kicked away or shattered on the ground. A hot energy and blood force rushed towards him like a wolf smoke. When everyone around saw this, their hearts beat faster and they felt deeply oppressed.
Everyone's screams became more intense.
"Ah!"
"Help!"
"Hide quickly, hide quickly!"
More and more people are eager to invest in the scale of heaven and earth.
[Human desire, the anger, fear, and resentment of an innate martial artist can be sold for five pounds and two taels. 】
[Human desire, the resentment, shame, and madness of an innate martial artist can be sold in four pounds or three taels. 】
Among the many people flying in one after another, two more groups stood out.
Although it was only a congenital change, the Qi of more than five kilograms was unique and could be regarded as an unexpected gain.
Soon enough, the leather-armored warrior rushed in front of the young man in black, but the young man in black was still sitting calmly at the table, with a face as cold as snow and a slightly cold expression.
In the teahouse, someone was blurting out freely: "This young man doesn't know the heights of the world. He must be scared out of his wits."
The leather-armored warrior who rushed in front of Song Ciwan was ready, and he roared angrily: "Shu Zi, you are so arrogant and boundless, I will punch your grandfather!"
boom!
The energy and blood in his body gathered like fire, covering his fist as wide as a sand bowl. At the top of the fist, it rolled and formed a ferocious tiger head.
An innate warrior who condenses Qi and blood has actually reached the state of Qi and blood mimicking the shape.
It can be imagined that although this innate first-level player is only a first-level player, his cultivation must have reached the peak of the first level and is close to the second level.
The onlookers all held their breath and cheered, and some said happily: "Okay, Boss Wu is indeed the leader of our Sandao Street. Beat this kid down and see how arrogant he can be!"
The fist came, but the boy in black still sat there without moving.
The strong wind blew a strand of hair on the side of the young man's face, and the onlookers in the teahouse couldn't help shouting: "Okay!"
"Very good!"
"beat!"
"Hit me hard!"
…
The next moment, the menacing tiger-head fist was gently resisted by a finger.
That finger didn't even make substantial contact with Boss Wu's tiger-head fist. Everyone could see it clearly and distinctly. They saw the young man in black raising his hand in an understated manner.
Then, all the energy, blood, smoke, and tiger head imitations were all turned into paper, and died down under the carefree finger of the void.
All the momentum disappeared like a bubble.
puff!
Boss Wu stood there and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.
He opened his mouth and only said the word "you", and his tall and strong body suddenly swayed.
Then he sat down on the ground with a bang, and his breath suddenly became weak.
A pin drop could be heard in the noisy teahouse for a moment, and all the shouting stopped. The young man in black retracted his finger, glanced at it, and said lightly: "Speaking out something that cannot be done is indeed called arrogance. But what can be done is …That’s called fact, that’s called informing.”
The young man lowered his eyes and looked at Boss Wu who was sitting on the ground, and asked again: "How is it? Do you want to go to the secret realm of the spiritual world?"
Boss Wu looked pale, angry and dissatisfied. He even felt deeply aggrieved.
Therefore, even if he was surrendered by force, he really couldn't suppress his unwillingness and couldn't help asking: "Why? Who are you? Why don't you allow me to go to the secret realm of the spiritual world?"
Song Ciwan didn't answer, but glanced at the others, and asked again: "What about you? Do you also have to go to the secret realm of the spiritual world?"
Some of the other warriors looked away, some lowered their heads, and some hurriedly replied: "No, we won't..."
Before he finished speaking, a burst of noise suddenly came from the street outside the teahouse.
Someone shouted loudly: "It's here! It's here! Just now, a blow came from here and penetrated the door of our martial arts hall!"
"And our cloth shop!"
"Our inn was also penetrated!"
"My shop is the same..."
Some even cursed: "Damn it, where did this bastard come from, dare to act so wantonly in the city and risk his life?"
Some people also shouted: "Quick, quick, everyone, give way, the adults from the City Patrol Department are coming!"
Wow!
People who were crowded together in the teahouse moved around and gathered at the inner corner, completely clearing the road in front of the gate.
A group of neat footsteps came closer and closer, running quickly.
(End of chapter)
