"Cough cough cough..."

Chu Yingbo struggled to open his eyelids that were swollen into a line, looked at Song Di in front of him with his back turned 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 around suddenly.

boom!!

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 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 this word with a look of disbelief on her 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, he shook it hard.

boom!!

The air exploded.

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.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

Chu Yingbo immediately screamed and lost his voice. He fell down and rolled on the ground, his father and mother shouting non-stop.

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 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."

"Well…"

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 because of my busy schedule."

"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, His Highness the Ninth Highness, took action to suppress it, otherwise everyone would have died."

"Hiss~ Ninth Prince!" 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 in the past 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. The news has always been accurate. How could it not even publish such a shocking event!"

"Well……"

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.

It is true that the gap between the two people's realms is too big, which led to this situation.

"snort!"

Wang Nanxun took the magazine and flipped through it quickly, and found with an ugly face...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.

As a result, it is obvious that some kind of official force took 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 mess around 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 looked at the two people talking curiously 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 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 means.

The moment she saw Mu Cang, she froze in place, and her pretty face turned rosy visibly.

More charming.

In An Ruyi's eyes.
To be continued...