"Little girl, I don't need to pursue Chen Liao's death. That kid is indeed an eyesore. The black market is indeed a bit chaotic and needs to be rectified."

"Since the little girl wants to get involved in my black market, she must abide by my rules. From today onwards, the outside of the black market can challenge the forces. Let you use your strength to decide who belongs. Little girl, don't get involved."

Shi Kai's voice gradually faded away, but it caused an uproar among the monks.

Isn't this a roll call to re-determine the three giants on the periphery of the black market? For a moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Hong Kui and Qin Long.

It is certainly a good thing to challenge forces, but you must also recognize your own strength. Only those monks who are not high-level and have no foundation are the best ones to know.

Luo Yutian is a martial arts monk who has dominated the black market for many years and no one wants to touch his bad luck.

Although Chen Liao is dead, there are other masters in the family, and no one is willing to challenge him without sufficient confidence.

Only Hong Kui and Qin Long are at the lowest level. Needless to say, Hong Kui is unlearned and has inherited the Hong family's sphere of influence. Anyone who sees it is a spoiler.

Although Qin Long is backed by a mysterious strong man who is suspected of being a Jindan cultivator, he has been expelled by Shi Kai. He is now isolated and helpless in the black market. Both of them are the best candidates to challenge.

Those malicious glances frightened Qin Long. He turned to look at Shuang Yue, only to see the other party shaking his head slightly. Shi Kai's words had made it very clear that Shuang Yue could not help Qin Long in this fight for hegemony.

"It's a bit difficult to handle. Shuangyue can't take action. Do I have to give away all the territory I just acquired?"

Qin Long was secretly dissatisfied. Shi Kai had made up his mind to drive him out of the black market. He could handle the challenge from one or two monks, but if they attacked in groups, no matter how strong they were, they would not be able to protect themselves. M.

"No, I have to find a way to ensure that not too many monks dare to challenge me."

When he looked around, Hong Kui was surrounded by several Wenhuo monks. He looked like he was about to cry.

Qin Long walked over with the soul-stealing sword, and the low-level monks surrounding him cleared the way for him.

They did not believe that Wei Tong was killed by Qin Long. How could a martial fire cultivator die at the hands of Foundation Establishment? But Qin Long could survive several rounds in Wei Tong's hands. His strength was obviously higher than that of ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Quite a few, and the soul-stealing sword in their hands is far from what they can resist.

Several Wenhuo monks in the inner circle lost their good looks.

A Wenhuo cultivator standing next to Qin Long saw him approaching and was the first to scold him.

"Boy, don't think that you can gain a foothold in our black market by relying on that woman. Grandpa, I will come to meet you today."

The monk had a long sword hanging on his waist, but he didn't use it. His palm suddenly stretched out into a claw, and little rays of light formed on his fingertips. He unexpectedly attacked Qin Long without using a weapon.

The monk was complacent in his heart. He always used a knife, but the main technique he practiced was actually a very fast claw technique, and the knife was just a cover-up.

During the battle, I deliberately put my sword skills at a disadvantage, and used my claws to sneak attack when the opponent's attacks were wide open and closed, and there was a flaw. Until now, I have never encountered an enemy in a single battle.

In his opinion, at such a close distance, Qin Long had no chance to avoid his claw attack.

"idiot!"

Just when the claws dug into Qin Long's heart, the monk suddenly felt that his hands were empty. Qin Long, who was still standing there just now, suddenly moved back half a foot to get out of the range of the claws.

"This is impossible!" the monk exclaimed.

His claw attack has been practiced to the level of Dacheng. Not to mention foundation building, there are only a few monks in the Wenhuo realm who can dodge the first claw.

The monk was able to win in several battles. Naturally, he was not only capable of sneak attacks. Facing the retreating Qin Long, the monk turned around and swung out his left hand. He grabbed Qin Long's cheek with one move and straightened it up.

The body was grabbed and thrown out.

This chain of grabs as fast as the wind was his real killing move. The monk's hands were so fast that afterimages appeared frequently, and everyone was dazzled for a while.

"What a fast claw attack. Even I can't avoid them all at such a close distance." When the Wenhuo Realm cultivators saw this scene, they all sighed in their hearts.

The monk's claw attack was indeed very fast. Just when everyone thought Qin Long would be caught and killed on the spot, the figure who dodged the first claw attack stopped his retreat and stood still.

"Aren't you a fool?"

Qin Long's actions shocked everyone's eyes. Who dares to be so confident and not dodge in the face of such an attack? Do you really want to know if you can withstand the claw attack?

In the afterimage of the claw strike, a large amount of blood flew out of the sword.

"I've heard about the claw-wielding monk. It's not a problem for him to pierce his intestines and rupture his stomach with one claw. This guy is dead."

"It's really rare to see such an idiot. Mr. Shi personally takes action. Does he really think that the mysterious woman will take the risk to save him?"

"It doesn't matter if he is dead, how can Wei Tong's territory be held by an outsider?"

Just when everyone was talking about Qin Long's death, the afterimage of the claw attack stopped.

It wasn't that the monk wanted to stop, but that his hands disappeared without a trace from under his wrists. His forearms were still waving wildly but could not cause any harm to Qin Long.

The blood sprayed did not come from Qin Long's body, but the monk's own blood.

The serial arrest failed to kill Qin Long. The monk was a little surprised. When he looked carefully, he found a golden sword between the two of them, and his palm had been chopped into pieces by the soul-stealing sword.

"My, my hand!" The monk's miserable howl sounded in the ruins.

Only then did the onlookers realize that something was strange. The pieces of meat scattered on the ground were actually the monk's palms.

"Who else wants to challenge me?"

Qin Long shook off the blood stained on his soul-stealing body and looked around with cold eyes. Amidst the shrill howls, no one among the Wenhuo cultivators dared to step forward.

Just like no one can guarantee that they can avoid the monk's sneak attack, no one can guarantee that they can defeat Qin Long now.

"Very good. As a human being, you must be self-aware."

The soul-stealing force swept past, and the noisy monk lost his voice like a drake whose neck was wiped. He covered his throat with his hands and fell to the ground, losing his voice.

Killing chickens to scare monkeys is always the most effective way to establish prestige.

It's just that this insignificant fire can't deter all the monks with evil intentions. He wants to kill some more powerful people to make himself stand more firmly in this chaotic black market.

"Hong Kui, choose one of them to give up your inherited power and lead me to the Chen family."

Qin Long's sword swept across and forced all the Wenhuo monks surrounding Hong Kui back.

Hong Kui looked at Qin Long with a puzzled face. He didn't understand why the other party didn't want the power in his hands, but he still nodded.
Chapter completed!