Looking at Su Yu's comfortable expression, Weiss's horror rose to the extreme.

He knew that he was no longer the opponent's opponent, and the opponent had completely grown up in the battle with him.

A normal warrior has just entered a new realm and takes at least ten days and half a month. If his talent is a little less, it may even take a month to adapt to the sudden growth rate and strength.

But this routine is so ridiculous in front of Su Yu.

The other party had only spent half a stick of incense and had perfectly adapted to the power of the Grandmaster realm.

This terrifying growth rate made Weis extremely shocked, and at the same time, the false jealousy also rose to the extreme.

He was originally the best talent for cultivation in Britain for thousands of years. At the age of thirty-five, he reached the forbidden state that many people dream of.

But at this moment, his proud talent seemed so ridiculous and pathetic in front of the killer king.

"Seeing the common people, your goal has been achieved, you can leave, right?"

Although he wanted to keep the other party behind, Weiss was more clear at this time. If he had to tear the other party, his temple would probably have lost a lot of people today.

Weiss, who can become the leader of one side, is still better than ordinary people in terms of mind and judging the situation.

At the moment, he only hopes that Su Yu can leave quickly, and saves him from having too many dreams and poses a threat to the temple.

Hearing Weis's words, Su Yu smiled indifferently, waved his arm freely, and replied: "Director Weiss asked me to leave naked? Aren't you afraid that I will kill one of your guards and steal his clothes?"

Weiss's face was as gloomy as water, waved his hand, attracted his subordinates, and shouted coldly: "Give him two clothes to the judge and send him to me."

As he said that, he looked up at Su Yu and continued, "Judge, the Japanese Palace is not feeling well now. If you have the chance in the future, you will have a discussion."

"It must." Su Yu replied with a chuckling.

...

"Are you okay?"

Mei Ying, who walked out of the hall, looked at Su Yu's slightly red face and couldn't help but ask.

Su Yu frowned slightly and shook his head slowly, but did not speak.

Seeing this, Mei Ying kept holding Su Yu's arm silently, snuggling like a bird lying on others

In the latter's arms, but in fact, he dragged Su Yu's shaking body hard and walked slowly forward.

Su Yu, who had been out of the mountains and had originally turned red, suddenly covered his chest in pain, half kneeled on the ground, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

Such a scene made Mei Ying, who was standing beside her, shocked: "Shen Cangsheng, what's wrong with you?"

Su Yu raised his hand and signaled that he was fine, but he was shocked and puzzled.

He had clearly used Huajin to remove most of Weis' offensive, but why did this happen to his body?

The restlessness and severe pain in the body seemed to be strangled by some force, and a torn pain spread throughout the body.

Mei Ying helped Su Yu up and asked with a somewhat ugly face: "Is it caused by Weis's last blow?"

Su Yu pursed his lips and nodded: "I underestimated him a little. The power of the explosion of the fist print is no less than that of a grenade that explodes on the body. Although it removes part of the power, it still poses a threat to the internal organs."

"Why don't you dodge?" Mei Ying asked in confusion.

"I can't hide it." Su Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How can a master's killer move be so easy to avoid? I believe that he should have martial arts that limit his body skills to match it."

"Since I can't avoid it, it's better to resist head-on. I can just try my current defense. Unfortunately, it's still too weak."

Su Yu said, but he was extremely confused.

He has truly experienced the mystery of the ninth level of strength. Whether it is the short-term explosion of motivation or the transformation of strength removed from the opponent's strength, he takes it out alone, it is a first-class unique skill.

In addition, he has entered the Grandmaster realm and his own resistance has been greatly improved. In this case, he should not bear such a great force when he cooperates with the power of the power?

But why does this happen?

Su Yu was puzzled, but he made up his mind to comprehend the ninth level of martial arts next!

In the following time, Su Yu cultivated and rested in the temporary base station of the Prison Gate in the British territory for three days. Until his injuries healed, he set off to the junction point and reunited with Jingjing and others.

Two days later, when Su Yu turned back to the meeting point again and saw everyone, the stone in his heart finally dropped.

He was really afraid that after everyone knew that he was "death", they would be hot one by one

The bloody young man ran over to seek revenge in the dark city.

Thinking of this, he certainly knew that Mei Ying comforted everyone, so he threw a look of gratitude at him.

The latter rolled his eyes and said nothing, but waved his hand to everyone, turned back to the room and went to rest.

Su Yu, who was not sure about this, thought that the latter was not familiar with the people in the prison gate and could not stand the enthusiasm of the people, so he left alone and did not take it to his heart.

That night, everyone leaned against the beach, eating barbecue, drinking beer, and having a great conversation.

Especially when they learned that Su Yu had successfully entered the Grandmaster realm, Langfeng, Wild Wolf, A Diao and others were so shocked that their eyes almost fell off.

"Haha, don't worry, the Grandmaster realm is not as difficult as you think. After destroying the Dark City, I will send you to the Hunter Academy to practice. When you reach the half-step Grandmaster, I will help you all break through to the Grandmaster realm one by one." Su Yu, who was drunk and drunk, patted his chest and assured everyone.

Hearing this, a group of brothers excitedly lifted Su Yu up and threw it into the air. Just as the latter thought they would catch him and throw it up, everyone looked at the sky above their heads in confusion.

"Ah~"

With a scream, Su Yu's alcoholic spirit that was thrown to the ground also dissipated a lot. He stood up and patted his butt, looked at the wolf wind tilting his head and looked at the sky, and kicked him into the sea.

"It's up to you, uncle."

A Diao, who was standing beside him, pulled the corner of La Suyu's clothes, pointed at the helicopter in disbelief and asked, "No, boss, look at the person in the cabin, is it a bit like the third brother?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yu looked closely and was still wearing white clothes, still holding a folding fan, and the corner of his mouth still had a smile that was bathed in spring breeze, elegant and easy-going.

If that is not the third brother Mo Qingrou, who else can it be?

The bright moonlight shrouded down, as if it was covered with a layer of silver gauze to the world. Under the refraction of the sea water, the faint afterglow shone on Mo Qingrou's white clothes with an inviolable glow, making the latter a little more peaceful at this time.

Suddenly, Su Yu thought of a poem: Who in the world is equipped with white clothes? Only my god king Jiang Taixu.

At this time, it must be my King of Hell, right?

"Yes, this guy is back."
Chapter completed!