Chu Yingbo struggled to open his eyelids that were swollen into a line, looked at Song Di in front of him with her back to him, and shouted in a low voice, "Little bastard! I want you to fucking die!"
He suddenly took out a silver-white pistol from his arms, pointed it at Song Di who was gradually walking away, gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger.
An Ruyi saw it from the side and said in shock: "No..."
At this moment, Song Di's heart skipped a beat and she turned back suddenly.
Bang!!
There was a muffled sound, and the pointed projectile came out of the chamber.
The next moment, Song Di raised her head and was hit from the front.
Seeing that he hit the opponent with a headshot, Chu Yingbo smiled evilly and said:
"Hehehehe, hahaha! What kind of bullshit martial arts, why don't you get shot in the head by me!!"
An Ruyi covered her mouth and looked pale. She was obviously frightened by this intense scene.
An Yong stood aside and shook his head and sighed: "What a pity, what a pity for a young genius."
"Hey!"
"Huh?!" Several people looked at the direction where the sound came from in surprise...
It was Song Di who was shot in the head!
I saw him slowly lowering his head and opening his mouth, biting one between the two rows of teeth...
Bullets that are still smoking.
"How...how is it possible??"
Chu Yingbo's eyes twitched and he yelled out of control, "You can actually bite the bullet with your teeth! This is impossible!"
An Yong and An Ruyi were also stunned.
Hindsight…
Use your mouth to bite the bullet shot from behind!
That’s outrageous!
This young man’s physique, speed, and reflexes must be so terrifying to be able to do this!
"He just said..."
An Yong stuttered with a confused expression, "The Ninth Prince is his master, so... how strong should the Ninth Prince be?!"
"Throughout the past and present!"
An Ruyi murmured the word with a look of disbelief on his face, "Does this word mean that the Ninth Prince has reached an extremely far distance on the road of human evolution?!"
Obviously, Chu Yingbo also thought of this, and his face was extremely ugly.
"Bah~"
Song Di spit out the bullet from his mouth and put it into the palm of his hand. He looked at Chu Yingbo, who looked extremely expressionless, and sneered:
"The power is a bit weak, I'll give it back to you!"
After saying that, shake it hard.
Bang!!
The air explodes.
The bullet instantly penetrated the joint of Chu Yingbo's right leg, which was dozens of meters away.
Flesh mixed with blood and water covered the stone bricks behind him.
"Ahhhhh!!"
Chu Yingbo immediately screamed and lost his voice. He fell down and rolled on the ground, screaming for his father and mother.
At this time, another short, thin, green-eyed old man with an ancient appearance walked over.
Although the old man looked unattractive, several people could faintly feel a cold aura that enveloped the entire place instantly.
Before Song Di could speak, An Yong was already shocked and said: "Ghost Spear King Nanxun! Why are you here, you old man?!"
Wang Nanxun paused, glanced at the inexplicably excited An Yong, and said doubtfully: "Who are you? I don't know you."
"Uh..."
An Yong hesitated for a moment, then laughed dryly and said, "I'm just a nobody. I wanted to pay a visit to you at this martial arts conference, but I couldn't make it due to busy schedules."
"That's it."
Wang Nanxun nodded, "Yes, you saved your life."
"Ah?" An Yong was stunned, "What do you mean?"
Wang Nanxun said: "Literally, a shocking demon appeared in this martial arts conference and massacred many martial arts masters. Fortunately, my master took action to suppress it, otherwise everyone would have died."
"Hiss~" An Yong grinned and inhaled, obviously shocked.
"Something's wrong!"
Wang Nanxun frowned, and suddenly turned to glare at An Yong, "You said you were going to participate in the martial arts conference, which means that you have entered the marrow cleansing and blood exchange, but how can you not know the name of my master?
!It’s not written on the "Third Talent List"?!"
"Ah?!"
An Yong was stunned, "The younger generation will subscribe to "Tianjiao List" every issue, but in the new issue released these two days, there is indeed no mention of the existence of His Highness the Ninth Prince."
"This is impossible!"
Old Man Wang rolled his green eyes and sneered, "I started this publication together with a few old guys, and the information has always been accurate. How could I not even publish such a shocking event?"
"Uh..."
An Yong was stunned, and with a stiff expression he took out a magazine from his arms and handed it over.
"How about you take a look?"
Lao Wang's glare just now shocked the flow of energy and blood in his body to a halt for a moment.
A middle-aged man in his forties was actually a little frightened, and his speech and behavior became reserved.
There is really a huge gap between the two people's realms, which led to this situation.
"Humph!"
Wang Nanxun took the magazine and quickly flipped through it, his face turned ugly... It seemed that it was indeed not published.
He immediately wanted to take out his cell phone and call Bai Xiaosheng.
But after thinking about it, I still didn’t do it.
This kind of result is obviously due to some official force taking action to deliberately cover up the news.
‘Could it be the work of the Secret Service?’
Wang Nanxun rubbed his goatee on his chin, ‘That’s not right, those people are not that free. Could it be the Military Intelligence Department? It doesn’t look like that. Those Qiu Ba gang always like to toil outside the country.’
"Could it be..."
He looked to the northeast.
There is the direction of the Imperial Palace.
"Imperial City Division..."
At this time, An Ruyi glanced curiously at the two people talking and asked Song Di quietly: "Brother, who is this old gentleman?"
Song Di glanced at her: "This is my senior brother Wang Nanxun, King Kong is indestructible and a big shot in the martial arts world."
Anru Yimei's eyes widened, and she was shocked and said: "You, could it be that what you just said...is true? Is the Ninth Prince really that powerful?"
Song Di frowned, obviously unhappy and said: "That's still false, you woman, believe it or not."
At this moment, Mu Cang, covered in blazing golden light, slowly descended from the sky like a big sun.
This extraordinary way of appearing on the stage shocked everyone present.
As soon as Mu Cang appeared, he seemed to become the center of the world, attracting the attention of several people present.
His face is extremely handsome, and his temperament is unparalleled, like a god or a Buddha coming to the world.
Looking at it makes it impossible to even have any bad thoughts.
It is both awe-inspiring and admirable.
For example, Anjou.
The moment she saw Mu Cang, she froze in place, and her pretty face turned rosy visibly.
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More charming.
In the eyes of An Ruyi.
Mu Cang has a tall and muscular body, delicate and handsome facial features, and a shiny body surface.
Almost like a god.
The stimulation caused crazy secretion of dopamine in her body.
It almost bursts out of the body.
"The Ninth Prince... is as perfect as a god born after human beings have evolved to the extreme!"
An Ruyi's eyes were obsessed and she kept mumbling.
An Yong was also shocked to the point of losing his voice.
As a martial artist, he can personally feel Mu Cang's boundless power.
It is a feeling of helplessness and insignificance, just like facing the vast world and being infinitely dwarfed.
Vast, vast and boundless.
Seeing Mu Cang appear, Wang Nanxun and Song Di hurriedly stepped forward and bowed their heads respectfully:
"See Master!"
"Yeah."
Mu Cang nodded and said calmly, "It seems that you have developed your true energy."
Song Di chuckled: "As soon as you left yesterday, I practiced immediately."
"Oh~"
Mu Cang was slightly surprised, then looked at Wang Nanxun and said, "I didn't expect you to be so fast."
Old Man Wang smiled awkwardly.
He felt that his master looked down on him, but compared with his junior brother, he was indeed a bit stupid.
So Wang Nanxun said with some embarrassment: "Junior brother is extremely talented, I really can't compare."
"Haha, talent is important, diligence is even more important."
Mu Cang shook his head and chuckled, "Cultivating true qi is only the first step. Later, you have to wash your whole body's qi and blood into innate true qi. This requires diligence."
"Yes yes yes."
The old man and the young man nodded respectfully.
An Yong and An Ruyi on the side were stunned.
After listening to the conversation between the master and the apprentice, they understood everything.
It turns out that what Song Di said just now was not an exaggeration, it was all facts.
Mu Cang!
This Ninth Prince of Daxia is really an indestructible figure, a martial arts leader of even higher realms!
"But... but isn't the highest state of martial arts the indestructibility of a diamond? Is there a higher state?!" An Yong's expression was demented, and his outlook on life was obviously broken.
But if it was fake, how could the Ninth Prince, who was the least valued in Daxia, have Ghost Spear Wang Nanxun come to be his apprentice?!
Could it be that His Highness the Ninth Prince is really, as Song Di said, a martial arts master unparalleled in ancient and modern times?!
An Ruyi fell into obvious infatuation.
She kept looking at Mu Cang blankly, her face filled with deep admiration and extreme curiosity.
"How many secrets are there in His Highness's body?! I really want to study it!"
No one noticed that Chu Yingbo in the distance no longer screamed.
He struggled to get up with his swollen cheeks, gritting his teeth and staring at Mu Cang, who was not far away like a god descending from the sky.
The expression is crazy and vicious.
"Mu...Cang!"
Chu Yingbo turned his head again and looked at An Ruyi, who looked infatuated.
Suddenly, collapse, madness, jealousy, and all kinds of emotions came to my heart.
The string called reason in his mind was completely broken.
