"Furthermore, have you reported to the Xiao family master what you did today?"
"Does he agree with what you are doing?"
Huang Liang asked repeatedly: "It's a trivial little friction between disciples. Both sides are fine. Do you really want to break up and ignore it?"
The middle-aged man put out the unfinished cigarette, carefully put it back into his pocket, patted the ashes on his hand and said, "Don't use the friendship between the two families to pressure me, let alone use Kunlun's name to scare me."
"The reason why I let you leave safely is not because I am afraid of Kunlun, but because I want to give Su Xinglan face."
"This guy still owes me a drink, that's all."
As he said that, he walked forward and said, "What I mean can represent both the head of the Xiao family and the entire Xiao family."
Huang Liang said with hostility: "No room left?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "If you don't leave, I will break your neck."
"Click."
He was clearly standing still, but he didn't know when he stretched out his right hand.
It was like a gentle caress falling on Huang Liang's chest.
The latter looked painful and retreated again and again.
Until he hit the door to steady his body and let out a dull growl.
The blood at the corner of his mouth was dripping like broken beads in series, along the corners of his clothes, hitting the floor drop by drop, dazzling and enchanting.
"Commander Huang."
Song Qiangwei exclaimed, her face turned pale.
Huang Liang was at the ninth level of martial arts, but he was no match for a casual attack from a man in Tang suit.
Based on this calculation, doesn't the other party have a martial arts cultivation level comparable to that of the elders from all branches?
She couldn't believe it, and while she was feeling restless, an ominous feeling surged from her heart.
"I, the little princess of the Xiao family, have been humiliated in every possible way by your Kunlun disciples. How dare you talk to me about friendship?" The middle-aged man said with a murderous look on his face, and said with a mean sneer: "I don't want much, one is enough to satisfy me.
the result of."
"And you obviously don't have the ability to give an explanation."
"In that case, don't waste my precious time anymore, because next time I will take action..."
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said word by word: "It will kill you."
Huang Liang leaned against the wall, breathing raggedly.
He took the paper towel handed by Song Qiangwei and wiped the blood, and said in a dry voice: "Today is obviously an internal conflict among my Kunlun disciples, but your Xiao family intervened for no reason. Now you are confusing right and wrong. How can there be such a truth in the world?
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The middle-aged man asked, "Do you think I'm talking nonsense?"
Huang Liang sarcastically said: "I asked my disciples as soon as I entered the door. I believe they won't lie and they don't have the guts to lie to me."
"Everything depends on evidence. How can you just listen to your nonsense without any evidence?"
"It's true that the Xiao family is one of the top ten rich families, and it's true that they are extremely powerful. But you have figured it out, the Xiao family is not the best in the world, let alone within the Six Meridians."
Huang Liang covered his chest and endured the severe pain in his body and roared: "Don't play with me like a three-year-old child. You are also not qualified to face Kunlun."
