Chapter 625 If I Say It's Wrong, Then It Is Wrong!

Seeing Po Shan lying on the ground with a frightened expression on his face, Xue An showed his white teeth and smiled.

"This is a good start, but I hope that with every next punch, you can firmly remember that if you shout wrong... that will be the end of your life! Understand?"

"No..." Po Shan screamed at the top of his voice.

Xue An didn't give him a chance to beg for mercy at all, he just stepped on the ground with his foot, and the force of the counter-shock bounced the broken mountain off the ground.

Then Xue An punched out.

Po Shan screamed and was sent flying, but he yelled in mid-air.

"The second punch..."

Afterwards, Po Shan was like a masochist, even though Xue An beat his head and bones, he still did not forget to count.

"Third punch...fourth punch...."

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, and deep awe appeared in the eyes of those cultivators.

But Hua You'an and Song Ajianing already had tears in their eyes.

Looking at the once extremely arrogant Po Shan, now being beaten into such a miserable state by Xue An, and he has to count how many punches he has received.

There is nothing more satisfying than this in the world.

At the same time, Hua Youan became deeply curious about Xue An.

He just admitted that he is a Chinese, but such a powerful master, why has he never heard of it before?

Just when Hua Youan was wondering.

Po Shan yelled, "The thirty-ninth punch!"

Then he was smashed to the ground and couldn't get up again.

At this time, his flesh and blood were like a mass of rotten flesh, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

But even so, he still didn't dare to have the slightest confusion.

Because Xue An made it clear that if you make a mistake, you will die.

At this time, Xue An didn't punch again, but walked slowly to Po Shan, watching him quietly.

Under Xue An's cold gaze,

Po Shan was terrified and trembling all over.

Then Xue An said indifferently: "How much did you shout just now?"

"The... thirty-ninth punch!"

Xue An shook his head, "Wrong!"

Po Shan's eyes widened in an instant, "How...how is it possible? I clearly remember it clearly, and I can't be wrong!"

Xue An smiled slightly, "Then let me ask you, how much is after thirty-eight?"

"thirty-nine!"

Xue An shook his head again, "No!"

"What's wrong? Isn't thirty-nine after thirty-eight?" Poshan screamed.

Xue An said indifferently: "In other places, after thirty-eight is thirty-nine, but here, if I say it is wrong, then it is wrong!"

"And if you make a mistake, you will die!" Xue An said, his eyes brightened, and he slowly raised his fist.

"No...you're just making excuses, you can't kill..." Po Shan was going crazy with rage.

In his opinion, this Xue An is completely cheating.

"That's right, I'm just trying to make excuses, so what can you do to me?" Xue An said calmly, and was about to punch down with his fist raised.

And Po Shan felt a powerful pressure of divine sense coming, completely suppressing his own cultivation.

This discovery frightened all the dead.

If his cultivation was suppressed, then Xue An's punch would definitely kill him.

At this moment, I heard a breathless shout from outside, "Keep people under the punch!"

Po Shan was overjoyed, and was about to say something.

The corner of Xue An's mouth raised, and he said coldly: "You think you're filming a TV series? Are you still punching people?"

After all, he punched out.

Click.

After a crisp sound, Po Shan's head was smashed to pieces by Xue An's punch.

A strong black awn spread from Po Shan's body like a tide, disturbing the aura of the world and violently shaking it.

And a mass of black brilliance flew out of the sky, about to flee.

Xue An's mind was like a knife, and he cut it straight down.

There was a scream in the air, and the whole hall suddenly shook.

All the cultivators showed horror on their faces.

This is the vision of heaven and earth caused by the fall of Jinxian.

At this point, the top master of Shiva's magic sect broke through the mountain and fell on the spot.

But at this time, the person who shouted came rushing in.

When he saw the broken body on the ground, the man's fat face trembled for a while.

"You... you actually killed him?"

Xue An looked at the big fat man, and said calmly, "So what if I kill him?"

At this time, another person rushed in at a trot from behind.

"Butler Tang, you..."

Then the man looked at the broken body on the ground and couldn't help being stunned.

When Hua You'an saw the people running behind, he couldn't help shouting in surprise: "Uncle Zhong! Why are you?"

Ever since the three of Hua You'an left, Chen Zhong has been preoccupied.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and came to the City Lord's Mansion.

But he didn't have an invitation card, so he couldn't get in at all, he could only linger at the door.

But because of the huge momentum of the Thousand Clans Dinner, many people came in and out, so the news inside could also be spread.

When he heard that a young man of Chinese ethnicity fought with a Golden Immortal cultivator on the spot, his eyes were darkened and he almost fell to the ground.

His worst fears finally happened.

Golden Immortal Cultivator!

That was an existence that Chen Zhong didn't even dare to think about.

How could a three-year-old boy with a weak crown be the opponent of such a strong man?

no!

Find a way to get in by yourself!

Even if it is to collect the bodies of three people, it is better than being stupid outside.

After making up his mind, he tried his best to get close to a familiar doorman, and finally entered the door, but happened to meet Geng Jin.

He begged hard for a gift and wanted to enter the main hall.

Hearing this, Geng Jin sneered and said, "I said long ago that you Chinese people are here purely to seek death! Are you convinced now? As for wanting to go to the main hall? Hehe, that's absolutely impossible, get out!"

Chen Zhong was scolded submissively, but he still nodded and bowed his head, wanting to ask Tang Jin to forgive him.

Geng Jin's eyes widened, and just as he was about to explode, a servant rushed over to deliver the letter.

"It's not good! I'm going to die!"

Geng Jin sneered, "If the Chinese die, they will die. What's the fuss?"

"No! Master Po Shan is about to die!"

"What?" Hearing this, this soup of gold jumped three feet high.

"What's going on? Which adult did it again?"

"I don't know either! Go and see!"

When Geng Jin heard the words, Sa Yazi ran to the main hall.

Shiva Momen is a very powerful sect, and Poshan is a strong Jinxian. If he dies at the dinner party, he will also be implicated as the chief steward.

And Chen Zhong was also startled when he heard the words, and ran after him.

When he entered the main hall, he saw that the three of Hua You'an were still alive. Although Song Ah's arm was missing, they were not dead after all. Chen Zhong couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Geng Jin's complexion was terribly gloomy.

Po Shan died, which made Geng Jin furious, but he didn't dare to provoke Xue An.

So he poured all his anger on Chen Zhong.

Snapped!

Geng Jin slapped Chen Zhong viciously, and then roared: "I blame you, old dog, for pestering me endlessly, and such a big thing happened!"