Chapter 144 Scary Man, Unbelievably Strong (Monthly Ticket Plus)

Lord Black Mage is having a hard time right now.

want to cry.

But it was different from the pure discomfort before, now it was being tricked by pig teammates so much that I wanted to cry.

He thought about it carefully.

I have lived for more than a hundred years.

He has done many bad things.

But it's not that good things haven't been done.

That's not the end of the crime.

These are all pig teammates.

The black magician cursed Cronin's stupidity in his heart.

If he could move now, Cronin would be the first to be killed.

This idiot has provoked for him an enemy that must not be provoked.

The black magician doesn't know Yang Xu's origin, but this question is not important now. Because Yang Xu's aura that made the ancestors frightened to the point of madness is enough to prove that he is an existence that must not be provoked.

Should be kept far away.

Not even touching.

But now, that pig-like teammate actually used his name to provoke that terrifying existence that must not be offended!

The black magician wept silently, only hating himself for being powerless now.

You can't just kill relatives to prove your innocence!

At this time, all the spectators in the hotel who had not yet left fell into a daze and astonishment.

They looked at the angry Qingqiu Yun, then at Cronin with red and swollen cheeks, and finally fell on the black magician.

There are still people here who dare not give face to the black magician?

Haven't they heard of the reputation of the black magician?

Or are they highly skilled and bold?

"Hiss~~"

Seeing the conflict between Cronin and Yang Xu, Yao Yuan gasped and shrank his neck involuntarily.

Damn, do you want to be so exciting?

Yao Yuan didn't know Yang Xu's background, but he remembered Lei Ming's evaluation of him.

horrible!

There are only a handful of cultivators who can be evaluated by Lei Ming in this way, and only those who stand at the top of the cultivators can obtain such honors.

The prestige of the black magician was forged with the blood of countless enemies over a hundred years ago.

He is known as one of the most mysterious and powerful practitioners in the world.

Ranked among the top 100 global powerhouses.

Thinking of the impending conflict between the two top practitioners in the world, Yao Yuan only hated himself for not leaving early just now because he was too concerned about face.

But it shouldn't be too late now.

Yao Yuan thought secretly, and whispered anxiously: "Really, let's withdraw."

"If they fight, I'm afraid this place will be razed to the ground."

Lei Ming didn't speak, and looked at the black magician carefully, thoughtfully.

"Need not."

His tone was calm, as if he didn't pay attention to the crisis in front of him.

Yao Yuan was also a little confused.

It's this time, what are we still doing here.

He hurriedly said: "Really, if those two fight"

"Can't fight."

Lei Ming took a sip of tea, his eyes became extremely serious.

Just now, he discovered an abnormality.

The black mage was wounded and badly wounded!

Very serious injury.

Although the black mage had been using his hands to cover up the fact that he was coughing up blood, when he lowered his right hand tremblingly, the blood fell to the ground along the gap in his palm.

rare.

But it was still noticed by Lei Ming.

And his words made Yao Yuan's eyes widen, full of doubts and puzzles.

"what?"

Can't fight?

Isn't this all fighting?

"Boom~~"

Just when Yao Yuan was extremely puzzled, he saw the black magician standing up suddenly and slapping the table.

A loud bang attracted everyone's attention.

"It's over, the black magician is angry."

"God, they are crazy, they dare to provoke the legendary black mage, maybe we should have left here earlier."

"Damn, let's hope we don't get affected."

When the black mage slapped the table, everyone's expressions changed.

The faces of the onlookers who knew the past of the black magician changed drastically, with obvious worry and fear in their eyes.

Yao Yuan looked at Lei Ming resentfully.

Real man, is this what you said you won't fight?

Cronin was also taken aback.

He covered his red and swollen cheeks with one hand, and looked at the black magician like a wronged little daughter-in-law, his eyes full of panic and anxiety.

"Big, my lord, I, I'll take care of it."

Cronin only thought that he didn't do it well, which made the black magician furious.

Thinking of the legend of the Black Mage, Cronin's heart was almost swallowed by fear, and his legs became weak from fright.

Hearing Cronin's words, the black mage wanted to slap him to death.

But standing up forcefully just now consumed almost all of his strength. At this moment, apart from simple facial expressions, he could hardly react.

The black mage glared at Cronin, trying to stop the idiot.

But in Cronin's view, the meaning is completely different.

Cronin's forehead was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, and his back was soaked.

God, Lord Black Mage is expressing dissatisfaction with his own incompetence.

"Yes, I'm going to do it."

Cronin wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, bowed his head, and hurriedly expressed that he was afraid that if he was a second late, he might be punished by the black magician.

"Pfft!"

The black mage's face flushed, and his eyes began to bloodshot.

Fuck your ancestors!

Where did the old man provoke you? As for entrapping the old man like this.

I.

The black magician couldn't bear it anymore, and had to take back the power to suppress the ancestral spirits in order to gain control of the body.

This is costly.

It can cause serious damage to the body, even life-threatening.

But at the moment the black mage couldn't care less.

He was afraid that if this idiot continued to stir up trouble, he might no longer need to think about the future.

"Pfft~~"

Withdrawing the power to suppress the ancestral spirit, the black mage blushed and spat out a mouthful of old blood.

The ancestral spirit that has lost its suppression seems to be leaving his body.

A group of hideous and terrifying phantoms of ferocious beasts jumped out of the black mage's body, but were quickly pulled back by a powerful force.

A lion with blood all over its body and exuding a terrible bloody smell.

The whole body is golden yellow, like a tiger made of metal.

There is a jackal whose body is filled with black mist and exudes a strong ominous atmosphere.

There is a giant blue python whose whole body is azure blue, like a fine work of art.

All kinds of ferocious beasts are extremely terrifying.

The temperature of the entire hotel dropped with the appearance of the beast's soul.

Like a howling wind.

At this moment, the black mage didn't care about his image, let the blood flow down the corner of his mouth, his eyes were as scarlet as a rabbit, and cursed angrily: "Fuck, you idiot, stupid ass."

"Ah~~"

Cronin was stunned by the scolding.

Also frightened by the actions of the black magician.

What's wrong?

Why are you vomiting blood?

not me

Cronin stared blankly.

He admitted that he didn't handle things very well just now, and he didn't maintain his reputation as a black mage.

But this is too much.

It's not about affiliation, it's just cooperation.

Cronin was very wronged, but he didn't dare to say a word in front of the famous black mage.

Only promises.

Terrified.

At this moment, the black magician also ignored Cronin's thoughts.

He looked at Yang Xu, humbly and aggrieved, and hurriedly explained: "I'm very sorry, this idiot disturbed everyone's elegant mood because of my humble reasons."

"Please believe me, I definitely don't mean that."

The attitude of the black magician is very low, first admitting his mistake, and then saying that this is not what he meant, it is purely because his companion is too stupid.

In order to show his sincerity, he also expressed his apology to Yang Xu in Chinese.

This is the benefit of longevity.

Although the black mage is an Indian, he is proficient in seven languages.

Spanish, Russian, French, English, Japanese, Chinese, traditional languages ​​of the Indians.

Just facing the low profile of the black magician and apologizing, Qingqiu Yun was not polite.

With a cold face and murderous eyes, he scolded angrily.

"This idiot dares to insult my master, is a misunderstanding enough?"

The black mage looked ugly.

He now hated the idiot Cronin to the core.

But he knew that the most important thing was to dispel Yang Xu's anger and solve this huge trouble.

It doesn't matter if Cronin lives or dies.

The important thing is not to put yourself in it.

"No, no, I definitely don't mean that."

"My lord, it's just, just."

The black magician cursed Cronin secretly, and hurriedly explained to the angry Qingqiu Yun.

I wonder when he, a black magician, has been so low-key in South America for two hundred years.

For a while, it seemed incoherent.

at a loss.

And the performance of the black magician left everyone dumbfounded.

Even if they don't understand Chinese, they can get a general idea of ​​the current situation of the black mage through the expression, speed of speech, and emotions of the black mage.

fear!

Fear!

Wronged!

It was the truest emotion they'd ever seen from a Black Mage.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

What is the situation?

How did the black mage who was aggressive just now become a coward in an instant?

If this kind of thing is said, no one will believe it.

Cronin was still wronged just now, but now he gradually understands the whole story.

If you don't understand it, you don't understand it, but he can still understand the attitude of the black magician.

In an instant, he understood what was going on.

I misunderstood the meaning of the black magician, and provoked people who were afraid of even the black magician.

Thinking of this, Cronin's legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

The black magician is already a terrifying existence like a demon god.

Cronin didn't dare to think about the person who could scare the black magician so much, and he couldn't understand it.

All he knew was that he was done.

Even if Yang Xu didn't kill him, the black magician wouldn't let him go.

Dead!

In the hotel, the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

Everyone looked at the distraught Cronin, then at the nervous black magician, and finally fell on the three of them, Yang Xu.

"Hiss, it's no wonder that other people ran away when they heard the reputation of the black magician. The three of them still dare to sit there, as if they don't know the reputation of the black magician. It turns out that they don't know, or they don't care at all."

"That's not true. Look at the attitude of the black magician. It's like a grandson meeting a grandfather."

"It's terrible. Who the hell is he, that even the black magician is so afraid?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it before. I guess the black magician knows it. It may be a top powerhouse who has been in America."

"Hush, keep your voice down, you don't want to live anymore."

"Cough cough."

Yao Yuan's eyes widened, watching what happened before him.

It's so bizarre.

Just now, he thought that a battle that would shock the practice world was about to take place, but it turned out that the South American demon god, the legendary black magician, gave in.

Not only was he subdued, but he was as soft as a coward.

If he didn't know the characteristics of the black mage, and believed that the Holy Knights would not find the wrong person, Yao Yuan even thought that the counselor in front of him was not the legendary black mage at all.

Because it's so magical.

How could the legendary black mage who killed people like hemp and never missed a shot be so humble.

How could it be so cowardly!

Yao Yuan had a toothache, and couldn't help but look at Lei Ming, with question marks in his eyes.

He thought of what Lei Ming had just said.

Can't fight.

And it is.

The black magician subdued at the speed of light, making the upcoming battle invisible.

But the more so, the more curious Yao Yuan became.

What is going on with all this?

Lei Ming didn't speak, but just quietly looked at everything in front of him, and the depths of his pupils set off turbulent waves.

He understood.

I finally understand why the black magician is submissive.

Because the black magician's injury was caused by Yang Xu.

The sight of the ancestral spirit running away from the black mage's body just now made Lei Ming know the biggest secret of the black mage - where does his power come from.

Beast Soul!

Borrow the beast soul to obtain extraordinary power.

Huaxia also has the art of controlling the soul.

Maybe the title is different, but the form is almost the same.

And what the beast soul fears the most is thunder!

Natural restraint.

Lei Ming didn't know exactly how strong Yang Xu was, but the moment Yang Xu entered the hotel, the thunder power in his body almost lost control.

Based on this alone, Lei Ming knew that Yang Xu's thunder had far surpassed his own, reaching an unimaginable level.

When Yang Xu sat beside the black magician, the beast soul in his body ran away uncontrollably because of Yang Xu's terrifying thunder power.

This is why the black mage was injured and why he was so frightened.

However, after realizing this point, Lei Ming was not only not happy, but his back was covered with cold sweat.

Who is a black mage.

The demon god of South America, the most powerful practitioner in the world today.

But such a top cultivator suffered a serious injury just because of the traction of Qi.

Even if there is a reason for attribute restraint.

But how powerful should Yang Xu be?

Only relying on the traction of the air mechanism can make the world's top practitioners lose the desire to resist.

Lei Ming didn't know.

But he knows that that is definitely not a realm that humans can achieve.

At least not the realm that ordinary humans can reach.

Fairy!

God man!

Demi god!

Lei Ming stared at Yang Xu, guessing his origin.

Such Chi Guoguo's gaze naturally couldn't escape Yang Xu's induction.

He looked up.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Yang Xu responded with a smile.

Afterwards, he glanced at Cronin, who was limp on the ground, and said flatly, "Twenty slaps on the mouth as a punishment."

Cronin is Qing Qiuying's prey.

He was invited here today, just as a guest.

People watching.

Yang Xu didn't want to do things that would overwhelm the guests.

Cronin's life should be left to Qing Qiuying to decide.

Qingqiu Yun got the order and came to Cronin with a cold face.

"Crack~~"

He raised his hand and hit.

Exhausted.

With just one slap, Cronin's teeth were knocked out, leaving blood on the corners of his mouth.

However, Qingqiu Yun hated this idiot who dared to offend Yang Xu, and had no intention of holding back.

Slap after slap.

After five or six slaps, Cronin's face was already swollen as if he had gained weight several times, completely out of shape.

After twenty slaps, Cronin fell to the ground, unconscious.

From beginning to end, Cronin did not resist.

He dare not.

He is afraid.

Resistance could have led to a worse end.

Qingqiu Yun slapped Cronin twenty times before venting his anger.

He turned to Yang Xu and said respectfully.

"Master, punishment has been imposed on the blasphemer."

Yang Xu nodded slightly, indicating that he knew.

Inside the hotel, there was no sound.

People looked at Cronin, who was lying on the ground, completely invisible, and secretly turned to Yang Xu from the corner of their eyes. Their eyes were full of fear and doubt, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

That is the existence that makes even black magicians fear.

And the most embarrassing person at this moment is the member of the Holy Knights standing in front of the door.

The deputy head is in trouble, logically speaking, they should step forward to help.

However, the prestige of the black magician and the weird atmosphere in the hotel made them look at each other, but no one dared to act.

joke.

Those of us who are afraid of even black magicians are something we youngsters can handle.

Just when the atmosphere in the hotel was dignified and awkward, shouts came from afar outside the street.

The sound is made in two languages, Chinese and English.

"Here is the head of Beard, head of the Paladins."

"Here is the head of Beard, head of the Paladins."

The sound is from far to near.

Accompanied by the shouts, there was the roar of cars.

Listening to the shouts outside, Yang Xu already understood Qing Qiuying's plan.

Negotiations are fake.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of negotiation, let the Paladins relax their vigilance, and send the elite fox tribe from Qingqiu to the Paladins to attack and assassinate them!

Destroy the Holy Knights in one fell swoop.

This plan seems crazy to ordinary people.

But the Qingqiu Fox Clan is good at illusion, and is proficient in mind power, and there are elites who can manipulate elemental power.

Assassination raids are their forte.

As Qingqiuying said.

He doesn't need to outwit the technology, just the man who handles the guns.

The Qingqiu Fox Clan doesn't need to fight the guns directly, they just need to kill the people who can manipulate the guns.

And now, the plan is perfect.

Beard, the leader of the Holy Knights, died, and the Holy Knights were leaderless.

Even if there are still members of the Holy Knight Order, they have no intention of resisting.

At the same time, the head of the Holy Knights was used to deter other forces in the sixth district, so that they would understand the fate of being an enemy of the Sino-Ocean Company.

It can be said to kill three birds with one stone!

Yang Xu was very satisfied with the result.

Not only was Qing Qiuying's plan a success, there was almost no suspense about becoming the manager of the sixth district.

The most critical point is still Qing Qiuying's strategy.

He learned to think.

Learned how to give full play to one's strengths and obtain the greatest benefits at the least cost.

This is a very good change.

Seeing that Qingqiu Ying is so outstanding, Yang Xu can rest assured to entrust him with this job.

He glanced at Qing Qiuying, smiled and got up to leave.

From beginning to end, not a word was said.

But all is said and done.

As for the remnants of the Black Mage and the Holy Knights, Yang Xu did not give any instructions or comments. He believed in Qing Qiuying's ability, and believed that Qing Qiuying could handle it well.

Yang Xu's departure made everyone in the hotel heave a sigh of relief.

Especially the black mage, who fell directly to the ground, panting heavily with a pale face.

And his performance also shocked the spectators around him into a cold sweat.

Who the hell is that man who can scare the legendary black magician into such a state!