General Martial Artist: I Am An Evil Mandarin In Charge Of Heavenly Prison, Hoang Dung's Waist

Huh? Does anyone else dare to bid?

Everyone looked at Su Chen sitting in the back row like a fool, and a gloating smile suddenly appeared on their faces.

"Is this prince sure to give out 1200 taels?"

Guigong also looked at Su Chen with those green bean-sized eyes, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"OK!"

Su Chen calmly leaned on the back of the chair, the feet of the upturned Erlang's legs swayed slightly from side to side, and no expression could be seen on his face.

"Master Su..."

Wei Xiaobao bent down and wanted to persuade him two more words, but was stopped by Su Chen's merciless wave of his hand.

Seeing this, he didn't say much anymore, and carefully stood aside, ready to slip away at any time.

Although he had seen Su Chen's methods, for him, an ordinary person who did not understand the realm of cultivation at all, it was impossible to distinguish between strong and weak.

It's just that his intuition tells him that the group of people on the other side is not easy to mess with.

Of course, the most important thing is that if Su Chen has a three long and two short, his commission will be lost.

"Guigong, go ahead!"

Su Chen took the teacup and took a sip of it, not caring about the reaction of the white-clothed boy and the others.

"1200 two for the first time!"

"1300 taels!" Middle-aged people raise prices again.

"1400 taels!" Su Chen didn't even think about it, and blurted out directly.

Since you decide what you want to do, you should go the road without hesitation to the end, think too much, but affect the speed of drawing the knife.

Although the silver on his whole body added up to only 1,000 taels, when he auctioned the leg splitter just now, 400 taels were already credited, which was not counting the hardness of his finale.

Therefore, he is not worried about not having money to pay the bill.

"This young man simply doesn't know if he is alive or dead!"

"But no, he has not gone through a round under the opponent, and he still has the courage to rush forward."

"According to the old man, this young man must have a brain disease!"

The old man, who had just eased his breath, couldn't help but participate in everyone's discussion again.

Bah!

You are an old immortal to have brain disease, your whole family has brain disease!

Su Chen scolded secretly, but did not pay attention to the other party.

At this time

, the white-clothed boy who had been facing away from everyone finally couldn't bear it, only to see him slowly get up, turn his head to look at Su Chen behind him, and said in an extremely flat tone:

"Ben Gongzi say it again, I want it!"

The voice is soft, but with an undoubted tone.

"Stinky boy, one last warning to you. Otherwise, Hugh blames Honza's men for being ruthless. The

bald guy stared at him with both eyes, and there was already a faint murderous aura on his body.

"Impossible! If you can do it, don't beep!

Su Chen pulled his eyelids and always looked at each other squarely.

The purpose of this is simple.

You drag! Lao Tzu dragged more than you.

In this way, the other party can not understand their own details.

Although the bald guy didn't understand what "beep" meant, looking at Su Chen's arrogant posture, he naturally understood that this was provoking him.

"Gongzi!"

The bald guy lowered his eyebrows and looked at the white-clothed boy, as if asking for the other party's consent.

The white-clothed boy frowned slightly, and his fair and handsome face also did not have the slightest expression.

After a short thought, he bowed slightly towards the bald guy.

"Hmm!"

After confirming in a soft and shrill voice, the bald guy did not hesitate and stepped forward.

Bang!

It seemed like an ordinary step, but it was mixed with extremely thick internal force, which shook the ground and the green bricks instantly cracked.

Immediately afterwards, the bald guy flew up without warning and slashed down with a volley towards Su Chen.

This blow was fierce, and the palm blade mixed with rolling internal force quickly poured down towards Su Chen who was leaning on the back of the chair.

Seeing this

, Su Chen's slightly squinted eyes suddenly widened, and he, who had already been guarded, immediately stepped towards the round table with one foot, and even the people with chairs retreated backwards.

At the moment when the wooden chair was about to hit the wall behind him, Su Chen suddenly stepped on the ground with both feet, and the whole person suddenly rose up.

Boom!

Between the electric flint, the wooden chair that was originally intact was instantly turned into powder after being slammed by the bald man's palm.

Even the blue brick stone wall in the rear was smashed into deep palm prints by this blow.

Nima! That's powerful enough!

After glancing at the wall, Su Chen secretly sighed.

I originally thought that the other party was just a high realm, but I didn't expect that the tricks he made were also so fierce.

He concluded that this bald man was by no means a generic person.

As for this, it is easy to understand, after years of cultivation, ordinary martial artists can break through their own realms one by one, and their internal strength has increased accordingly.

After reaching a certain level, the internal strength will naturally become extremely strong, and not only will it be more powerful when fighting against the enemy, but also more durable.

But not people with the same realm, the strength is not different.

If there is a peerless body, the combat power will definitely not be the same.

This is the most intuitive effect brought about by different exercises.

But this is precisely the reason why Su Chen feels so arrogant.

The anti-sightseeing leader, after a missed blow, hesitated slightly, then immediately turned around and slapped it out with one palm again.

Su Chen was not dodging, and immediately moved the Nine Yang Divine Skill at a rapid pace, and the majestic internal force rushed out from the dantian, all of which converged towards the right fist.

His punch was extremely simple, without any unnecessary movements.

It looks like an ordinary farmer's fist, unremarkable.

Seeing this

, the corners of the bald man's mouth raised slightly, and a confident smile immediately appeared on his face.

At this moment, he felt Su Chen's realm cultivation.

Although he was surprised to step into the Grandmaster realm at such a young age, he still did not take him seriously.

In the eyes of the bald guy, Su Chen fought with his fists and palms, and competing with his internal strength was tantamount to seeking his own death.

"This kid is simply crazy, didn't he see that his beard was beaten half to death?"

"That's not it, I don't know where his courage comes from." The melon-eating prostitutes made mockery one after another.

I'm sorry, Liang Jingru gave it to me!

If Su Chen heard it, he would definitely blurt out without hesitation.

Suddenly,

Su Chen's fist collided with the bald man's palm.

Boom!

An extremely dull crash sounded, as low and deafening as the morning bell of the twilight drum.

In an instant,

the rolling aftermath of the intersection of fists and palms spread out in layers and in all directions.

The entire hall was instantly shaken by this powerful power, and dozens of tables, chairs and benches flew out upside down.

The scene is a mess!

Only the white-clothed boy was still standing on the spot under the protection of the middle-aged man. Eyes as dark as night, always paying attention to the two people in the field.

"Stinky boy, suffer death!"

The bald man's confident and calm voice just fell, and the next second his face changed sharply, his eyeballs seemed to be about to burst out, and his face became extremely hideous...