Supreme Martial Artist Chapter 119: The figure in the bustling city…

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A figure rushed from a distance and fell in front of Mingjie. It was a general in flaming armor. He said to Mingjie: "His Royal Highness, you brought people into the palace without authorization, causing trouble, Lord I am very disappointed in you and have ordered you to be sent to the palace of the palace, and I have thought about it..."

Mingjie couldn't believe it. The whites in his eyes became blood-red and bloodshot, and he roared: "My friend is because he is treating Mingyue and attracting this strong man, all of you have no conscience? The Ming Palace has a profound foundation. Why should I be afraid of a strong foreigner? I want to meet with my father."

While speaking, a group of red-armored guards with perseverance have already rushed to surround Mingjie. Although Mingjie is a real martial artist, he is hard to beat with four hands, and his whole body is covered in red. The general in armor was also a real martial arts realm powerhouse, and soon suppressed Mingjie.

Su Han looked calm, looked directly at the Chi Jia general, and smiled faintly: "Okay, what a Ming Dynasty mansion! If I Su Han hadn't come to treat the princess, I would not encounter this disaster, Ming Dynasty mansion. It’s an eye-opener for me to cross the river and demolish the bridge."

The Chi Jia general was looked at by his gaze, and there was a chill in his heart. This young man’s gaze was like a condescending looking down, and it seemed that he had expected the Ming Dynasty to act like this. With a faint ridicule.

Faced with the pressure of the strong, the threat of death was close at hand, and he didn't show any fear at all.

But when Mingjie met Su Han's gaze, his heart tightened. There was no disappointment in Su Han's gaze. There was only a faint Gujing Wubo, and there was no such anger of being demolished by the river.

Mingjie's heart was suddenly empty, as if he had missed some important opportunity, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

The strong man above the sky faintly snorted: "Noisy! An ant-like existence, dare to touch the Nine Dragon Bound Prison Array, and die."

As soon as the voice fell, a pressure suddenly descended from mid-air. Su Han didn't give Su Han any time to speak or react. As expected, she didn't want anyone to know that Mingyue Princess knew that the sea was sealed with ancient power.

That coercive pressure is like a rapid drop of a horizontal plane, pressing against Su Han's head.

Suddenly a breath of silence came, without any sound, but the place where Su Han was standing instantly became a vacuum, empty.

Not even the slightest trace is left, just like that, it's crushed and annihilated!

The strong on the sky that day, after killing Su Han, he gave a faint groan, and his voice rolled away like thunder.

Bloodshot bursts from Mingjie's eyes, and his whole body became stiff like an electric shock. The next moment he desperately tried to rush out, but the red-armored general's true essence flashed violently in his palm, restraining him .

Mingjie didn’t understand that the strength of this strong man was extremely powerful, but his father, King Ming, was also a great power. He was not completely unable to compete with him. Why was he so indifferent?

Su Han was to treat Mingyue's illness, so he touched the formation that the strong man said, and the Ming Palace didn't even mean to protect him. The majestic Tianhe County Cheng Ming Palace didn't even have this atmosphere?

At this moment, Mingjie felt discouraged at the Ming Palace that he was proud of. The feeling of self-blame in my heart overwhelmed everything. Suddenly, there was a sudden scream, and the body burst out with energy that was several times stronger than usual, and suddenly broke free from the grip of the Red Armor and the Red Armor, and became a figure. As a shooting star, swept toward the residence of King Ming.

"Chasing the fourth generation!" General Chi Jia ordered calmly, and a group of Chi Jia guards rushed towards Mingjie like a red tide.

No one noticed that in the corner, a stone ball with white and black sides rolled on the ground twice, and the air around the stone ball became distorted, like water ripples.

The shadow of the stone ball gradually disappeared in this twisted water ripple.

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After half a month.

The market in the outer city of Tianhe County is still as noisy and bustling as before, full of bustling market atmosphere.

The restaurant is always the favorite gathering place for the samurai martial artists in the city. At this moment, a martial artist is drinking with a flushed face, and the whole person is sitting on the table, with his legs hanging on the table and swaying around, gathering around The crowd talked about the latest gossip from the Ming Palace.

"You said it’s not weird. It is said that the fourth-generation son, who has always been very low-key, actually took the wrong medicine that day. He made a noise in the palace in the palace and had to run into the prince. It is said that his eyes are blood red, hey! Now! Everyone is discussing that the fourth generation son probably cultivated some evil demon's outer sect method. He has become a demon and is now locked in a sky prison. It seems that the fourth generation son's line is going to lose its power completely."

"Hey, there is something even stranger. It is said that the little princess Mingzhu also made a mistake and was forbidden by the prince. This is weird. The little princess is as kind and pure as a god. How can he make mistakes?" This person said about Xiaojun. Lord, even the expression in his eyes became extremely religious, and he spoke softly, as if he was afraid of bumping into the unreachable goddess.

"You ask me how do I know this? Hey, my brother-in-law's uncle's sister-in-law's son's classmate's brother, but he works as a red guard in the palace. I will always have the gossip of the palace. You want to know this fourth-generation son Why do you want to practice the evil spirits? He has no choice but to do it."

When this drunk warrior said this, he suddenly stopped talking and said with a smile: "If you want to know, please invite me to drink two jars of wine. The big-ticket items that can be bought with silver don't count! At least two An altar of fine wine with a stone..."

"Damn, two yuan stones, why don't you grab them!" The crowd scolded and swarmed up, punching and kicking the drunk warrior, grabbing his clothes and hitting the wall, almost The underwear was ripped off.

Who doesn't know, this guy is there based on a little bit of hearsay that there is nonsense, how much the palace exists, even if there is really gossip, it is impossible to let him know. Why don't you practise evil skills? You know it's impossible if you think about it with your toes. Everyone just listens to it to solve the boredom, and even dare to ask for money.

Suddenly, everyone heard a dull sound of footsteps coming from a distance.

"On the contrary, dare to shake the sky in Lao Tzu's restaurant, and get out!" The footsteps were still far away, but the voice was howling, but it was very penetrating.

Along with the howl ~ IndoMTL.com~ the sound of footsteps keeps coming closer, it is more appropriate to say that it is a meatball rather than a person. This fat man is almost at the same level horizontally and vertically, and his entire body shows a perfect arc, forming a fleshy ball.

The most unbearable thing is that the fat man is still wearing quite expensive clothes and hanging all kinds of gold and silver jewelry. The whole person is like a large tonnage mobile jewelry display stand, wherever he goes. .

But with his respectable appearance, no one in the restaurant dared to offend him, and they scattered one after another, and the whole restaurant was suddenly empty.

"Master Cui, here we are." Of course, the guy in the restaurant knew his boss, and quickly nodded and bowed.

"Damn, I dared to run wild in the Lord's restaurant. This gang has enough money. I don't do business today, it's closed." Fatty Cui was obviously in a bad mood today.

Look carefully, this Fatty Cui is actually not very old, less than twenty years old, still a teenager, and his small eyes shone with shrewd lustre.

"Lord." With a look of embarrassment on the man's face, he snarled at the corner of the restaurant, meaning that there was still a customer left.

Fatty Cui looked in that direction with two small eyes, and saw a figure sitting there calmly, the breath exuding from the whole body was not waved, pouring and drinking, whether it was the noise in the restaurant just now or now Cui Fatty's words about closing are not enough to have any effect on him.

The guy knew that his boss had a bad temper. Now that he saw a customer stubbornly clinging to him, he was secretly anxious for him. The boss's anger was not for him.

Fatty Cui narrowed his eyes, just about to have an attack, but his eyes suddenly fell on the hip flask. The pupils immediately shrank tightly, his nose twitched, as if he was smelling the aroma of wine in the air, his face changed suddenly.

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