Emperor of Taikoo

"Nine Hall Master, quickly, kill him! I want him to die ..." Han Li stood up with the help of the white-haired old man, his face snarled and roared with exhaustion.

The resentful look seemed to swallow Lu Chensheng away.

The old man with white hair hesitated and continued to ask in a deep voice, "I'll ask again, who are you down to?"

"Yi Jie civilians!" Lu Chen shrugged and said casually.

"You ... Since you don't say it, let's die!" The white-haired old man was furious, thinking that Lu Chen was playing with him. Immediately, his big hand waved, and the dozens of big men pulled out their swords and rushed towards the landing dust. Coming out.

The sword buzzed, the fists and legs roared, and instantly shrouded Lu Chen.

Leng Leng glanced at the crowd who rushed up, Lu Chen's expression was indifferent, a little ground under his feet, the figure flickered, erratic, and easily escaped the attacks.

"Qiao!"

At the same time, with his right hand, a fine iron sword appeared in his hand.

Yuanli works, the long sword buzzes, with the blessing of the vitality, it becomes extremely bright, and then gently shines forward, the sword gas whizzes out, turning into a very sharp sword silk, such as the sky full of silver needles In general, all around.

"Puff puff……"

In an instant, the sky was full of blood mist, and the howling sounds were undulating with each other. A dozen figures came and went faster and faster, flying like a scattered flower, and flew down all around, hitting the ground heavily and raising a series of smoke.

The audience around each other looked at each other, looking at the people who were in pain and howling. The look was full of shock. Then there was a burst of noise, and there was a whisper of discussion in twos and threes.

"Her son, to death!"

The white-haired old man saw that his hands were wiped out by Lu Chen, and his face immediately became extremely gloomy, roaring, striding across, and blasting towards the landing dust.

At the same time, the right hand was gripped fiercely, and the fiery red elemental force surged out, blending into the fist, and the fierce straight out.

"Quenching Fist!"

Quenching fist, lower-level martial skills!

"boom!"

Passing the fist, the heat was rampant, the surrounding air was burned and collapsed, and the air was roaring, forming a funnel-shaped vortex!

The people watching around all around felt only a scorching heat came, and they kept backing back and back.

"Is this the quenching punch of the Blood Wolf Gang? Too strong!"

"I feel like I'm in a stove, and my whole body is burning!"

"Blood Wolf Gang deserves to be the largest gang in the wealthy city, with such martial arts ..."

"This boy is going to be unlucky, eh! What a pity ..."

The discussion of the people around me did not affect Lu Chen at all. He stood still and stared at the old man with white hair. He only smiled coldly until the latter ’s fist was three feet away from the body, and his left palm clenched into a fist. The fist greeted him.

The force of the fist surged out of the fist, dragging out a vacuum track, with an unmatched great force, and directly shaken with the white-haired old man.

"Boom!"

The two fists intersect, listening to the bang, and Lu Chen directly disperses the opponent's fist with a punch, and then he rushes forward like an arrow from the string.

The left hand squeezed the palm into a fist, punching the old man with white hair.

Lu Chen's speed was too fast, and the white-haired old man couldn't dodge it at all, so he could only watch the punch fall on his chest.

"puff!"

The white-haired old man only felt a strong force coming from his chest, violent and fierce, a field of throat, a red blood spit out, and then the whole body flew out like a shell.

"Boom!" Another loud noise came.

The old man in white crashed into a wall, the bricks fell, and buried them alive, unknown life and death.

The people present were all shocked, and seemed to have become even thicker in breathing.

The blood wolf gang nine masters, the master of Ningyuan Liuzhong, is not even the enemy of a blow from the teenager in front of him. Doesn't it mean that this person's cultivation is at least Ningyuan Liuzhong.

Inhale!

As soon as this idea came out, everyone present took a breath. It was incredible. At this age, there is such a cultivation, not to mention a rare demon in a hundred years. At least Jufu City has no such genius. .

Lu Chen withdrew his fists and glanced at the crowd, and naturally saw the shock in their eyes.

He smiled. Just a punch, he just used 30% of his strength. If he tried his best, the white-haired old man might not even have scum left now!

"Huh? Want to escape, have you asked me?"

Lu Chen's body flashed and disappeared in place. The next moment appeared several tens of meters away. Then he grabbed his hand and lifted Han Li who wanted to sneak away.

"Boy, let me down ... what do you want to do? Tell you, I am the young master of the blood wolf gang, kill me, my father will not let you go." Han Li thought Lu Chen was going to kill him and was scared. Shivering, his face pale, his voice trembling faintly.

Lu Chen was disdainful and said, "Kill you? I'm still afraid of dirty my hands!"

Hearing that Lu Chen didn't mean to kill him, Han Li felt guilty, and his voice couldn't help but grow louder, "Since that's the case, don't put me down yet ..."

"boom!"

Before his words fell, Lu Chen was forced to throw it with one arm and threw it **** the ground.

What is the power of Lu Chen? After this fall, Han Li suddenly broke his bones ...

Glancing coldly at Han Li on the ground, Lu Chen clapped his hands and turned away in awe of the eyes.

"It even beat me to serious injuries, I will never let you go, I will kill all of your family, all the people who are involved with you will kill all ..."

A grudging voice shouted from Han Li's mouth.

However, at this moment Lu Chen has gone far and has not heard.

To teach Han Li, for Lu Chen, it was just a trivial matter, and soon he was left behind.

Chengdong, Fenghua Restaurant, second floor, A-shaped private room!

Lu Chen ordered a table of dishes, eating with relish!

"Well, this dish is good. It actually uses second-order monsters and human-level elixir as ingredients. It is full of energy in one bite, but this table dish can withstand several days of hard work."

Lu Chen picked up a dish cooked with blood tiger meat, the entrance, chewed carefully, with the meat flavor unique to tiger meat in the light fragrance ...

The warrior had a large meal, and soon, Lu Chen swept the food on the table.

At this moment, an angry voice came from outside the box, "What! The box is full, what kind of joke, are you deliberately deceiving my disciple of Excalibur Villa?"

"This son, I'm so sorry."

The owner of the hotel was a man with forty belly and bowel movements. When he heard the word "Sword of the Sword", Shushuo's face trembled fiercely, then he lowered his head and stared at the blue man beside him.

"I don't care about these, I will give you half a tea time. Otherwise, don't blame me for tearing this down!"

The blue boy was very arrogant, and his right hand was already resting on the hilt during the conversation. In a rage, the posture of a large restaurant!

Beside the young man in blue, there was also a beautiful young girl. At this time, the girl looked calm and turned a blind eye to the pleading eyes cast by the hotel owner.

In the lobby on the first floor, all the diners around have also looked over, and some people's eyes are even more fierce.

I ’ve seen a madman, but I ’ve never seen a restaurant like a blue-clothed boy.

The arrogant posture undoubtedly made some drinkers unhappy.

However, when they saw the three-inch small sword embroidered on the chest of the blue boy, their face suddenly changed.

"Inner disciple of Excalibur Villa!" Some of the diners exclaimed!

As soon as this remark came out, the slightly noisy lobby on the first floor suddenly became silent!

Shenjian Mountain Villa, the Second Grade Sect, is stronger than Zhao Family, the royal family of the Great Song Kingdom. The identity of the inner disciple of Shenjian Mountain Villa is more prominent than some ordinary one-city masters!

"Crunch!"

At this time, the door of a private room opened and walked out of a middle-aged jinfu.

"If the son doesn't dislike it, Chen will give the box to the son." The middle-aged Jinfu gave a flattering smile to the blue-clothed boy.

"Humph! No need." To everyone's surprise, the blue-clothed boy refused, and then strode to the closest box to him. "I want this one!"

During the talk, he directly pushed in the door, "Boy, get out, I want this box!"