Silver Super, starting from Super Seminary

At this moment, the eyes of the thin demon under the sunglasses were filled with cold murderous intent.

He then used his internal strength, plucked the strings with his fingers, and a sound wave filled with terrifying attack power shot towards Kuliqiang.

When Kuli Qiang saw this, his eyes were filled with fear. He knew that he could not escape.

This sound wave was enough to split him in half.

However, he refused to accept and did not want to die, so he gathered all his internal strength and punched hard at the sound wave that was coming towards him.

At Luo Fan's gate, Luo Fan and A Xing were sitting on a long bench.

Seeing this scene, Ah Xing humbly asked:

"Master, I think this expert is going to die soon."

"But why didn't anyone save her? In my opinion, the landlady in Zhulong Village must be an expert."

Luo Fan did not answer, but waved his hand gently.

In the courtyard, Kuli Qiang punched the sound wave.

"Pfft!"

The surface and even the bones of his fist were split directly in half.

But at this moment, everyone saw that Kuliqiang's body disappeared.

"???"

The skinny Qin Mo looked at the disappearing Kuli Qiang and was completely confused.

Could it be?

Could it be that my skills have increased again, and I can kill the opponent with just a sound wave?
It seems that it is only a matter of time before I can dominate the martial arts world and become the number one master.

The Thin Demon of the Qin did not think about the fact that Kuliqiang disappeared or escaped from under his nose.

Because he is already a top-notch master.

Even if a peerless master was right in front of him, it was impossible for him to suddenly disappear.

Unless, unless the immortals from heaven come down to earth, this is only possible.

However, immortals do not exist.

Even if immortals exist, they would not care about such trivial matters.

Therefore, the thin demon who plays the Qin felt that since he had not taken action for a long time, his skills seemed to have become even stronger.

Thinking of this, the thin man sat upright, crossed his legs, and looked around the entire Zhulong Village with his arms folded across his chest.

A look of looking down on everyone.

Suddenly, the Qin Demon Shouzhe's eyes changed, because he saw that the lights of all the residents in Zhulong Village had been turned off.

The door was closed tightly and there was not even a sound.

It is conceivable how afraid these people are of him.

However, there was only one room on the ground floor where the door was open and the light was dim.

Moreover, at the gate, there were actually two people sitting on a long bench, leisurely watching the fight between him and Twelve-Road Tan Leg Kuliqiang just now.

Moreover, from the other party's nonchalant expression, it can be seen that he does not take himself seriously at all.

The Thin Demon of the Zither was angry. Even though he had an elegant temperament cultivated through years of playing the zither, he couldn't help but feel angry at this moment, with a look of rage on his face.

The thin demon of the zither used all his internal strength, placed his fingers on the strings, and prepared to emit a sound wave to kill the two ignorant young men.

However, just as the thin demon was about to pluck the strings of the zither, he suddenly stopped.

Because, he thought, the two young men on the other side must have seen him killing the master Kuliqiang just now.

But now, the other party is still sitting there leisurely, with no intention of dodging at all.

There are only two outcomes to this scene.

The first one is that the opponent is a peerless master, who is even stronger than him.

The second type is that the other person is a psychopath who is not afraid at all and is immersed in his identity as a martial arts master.

Thinking of this, the Slender Demon of the Zither released his fingers from the strings and calmed down his entire body.

Be careful, you must be careful.

Those who can become first-rate masters are all very cautious and careful, and have high levels of intelligence and other aspects.

However, if the other party really doesn't take me seriously, wouldn't I be looked down upon by a lunatic?

The Thin Zither Demon couldn't swallow this insult, so he stood up and walked towards Luo Fan and A Xing.

The thin demon who played the piano came to Luo Fan and saw that he was still sitting firmly on the long bench without getting up.

From this scene, it can be determined that the other party is a master.

Especially the older young man next to him, who gave him the middle finger.

I will endure!

The thin demon of the Qin glanced at Ah Xing, then turned his gaze to Luo Fan and said:
"May I ask your name?"

Luo Fan glanced at him and looked at the mute girl who was more than ten miles away.

I found that the other person was sleeping soundly.

Even in her sleep, she even smiled sweetly. She must have had a good dream.

"What a nice view!"

Luo Fan murmured subconsciously.

"What a nice view?"

The Thin Zither Demon listened to Luo Fan's words and touched his face.

Damn, how can he be beautiful? He is not a woman.

He is obviously a man.

But if the other person says that he is beautiful, isn't that just mocking him?

Moreover, I had already very politely asked the other person who he was, but he had no manners at all and did not answer. It was really disgraceful.

At this time, Ah Xing, the thin demon, asked a question, but his master ignored him. He must be too lazy to communicate with him.

So he stared coldly at the thin Qin demon and scolded:
"Why are you wearing sunglasses so late at night?"

"Get lost, my master is an immortal, how can I talk to a scum like you."

I have to say that Ah Xing has been a gangster for more than ten years and has excellent eloquence. He scolded Qin Mo Shouzhe so much that his face twitched violently.

The thin demon of the piano was furious, and the internal force in his body surged. He couldn't help but want to punch Ah Xing to death immediately.

Moreover, the other party said that the master next to him was an immortal.

It's really confusing. Immortals only exist in legends. How could there be immortals?

Qin Mo Shouzhe was almost 99% certain that the two people in front of him were mentally ill.

So, I was not afraid when I saw him easily kill Kuliqiang just now.

Because they thought his master was an immortal, so naturally they were not afraid of him at all.

This is falling into self-deception and becoming a mental patient.

The thin demon of the piano could hardly control himself and immediately killed the two men with one punch.

However, the cautious character he had developed over the years told him that this was irrational.

What if, what if the other party is that 1% chance of being an immortal, and I punch him, wouldn’t I be the one who died?

Rational, must be rational.

The thin demon who plays the piano got scared.

Just scold me!

Forbearance a moment, calm, take a step back, a brighter future.

Thinking of this, the thin demon of the piano suppressed the boundless anger and murderous intent in his heart, and wiped his big hand hard on the furious face?
His face instantly calmed down.

Thinking that he had been scolded by Ah Xing and suffered such a great humiliation, he might as well be more polite. So, the Thin Zither Demon saluted towards Luo Fan and said:
"Your Excellency, I have something else to attend to. Qin will leave first."

Seeing this, Ah Xing said again:

“Get lost, you little piece of trash, you have no strength, don’t mess with my master, or my master will only need to make a slight move and you won’t be able to find your head.”

What the hell!

I'll kill you!

The Thin Zither Demon was completely furious. He had been tolerant enough, but he didn't expect that this mentally ill person would insult him again and again. It was really too much.

As Qin Mo Shouzhe was ranked second on the killer list, everyone was polite to him wherever he went. He didn't expect to be humiliated one after another by this lunatic in front of him. It was really too much.

However, Qin Mo Shouzhe endured it all by himself. He had already been insulted anyway, so it didn't matter if he insulted him again.

Thinking of this, the Thin Demon who played the Qin quickly turned around and went towards where the long Qin was placed.

He wanted to vent all the anger he had suffered today on Brother Sheng of Tiexianquan and Xigui of Wulang Baguastick.

Only their death could appease the humiliation suffered by the two lunatics.

In the room on the top floor of Zhulongzhai.

The landlady looked at the scene of the thin man with the piano, Luo Fan, and A Xing with a complicated look on her face.

In her opinion, Luo Fan and A Xing were indeed mentally ill.

After all, both she and her husband are peerless masters, almost at the top of martial arts.

In their opinion, there are no immortals in the world, and they have never seen any trace of immortals.

So, Luo Fan and A Xing are psychopaths.

Moreover, he is a psychopath who behaves normally but thinks he is an immortal.

To be precise, he has fallen into self-delusion and cannot extricate himself.

The landlord, however, looked at this scene, hugged the landlady and said thoughtfully:

"Wife, I think this Luo Fan might really be an immortal."

"Look, Kuliqiang suddenly disappeared just now, and Luo Fan's attitude towards Qin Mo Shouzhe, all explain everything."

Upon hearing this, the landlady twisted the landlord's ear, looked at him as if he were a fool, and said:
"I think you are an immortal, an immortal fool."

In the tailor shop.

Brother Tiexianquansheng was wearing a pair of bright red underwear, with half of his underwear exposed. He had a sissy look on his face and was pinching his fingers as he slowly sorted out his clothes.

He knew nothing about what happened in the courtyard.

"boss!"

Suddenly, a guest walked in.

Brother Sheng didn't look back, still pinching his orchid fingers and saying with a smile:

"Sir, the store is closed. Please come back later."

Just after she finished speaking, Brother Sheng's smiling expression suddenly changed, becoming firm and full of murderous intent.

Because he felt a strong wind coming from behind, and with it came a fierce murderous intent.

Brother Sheng quickly moved his head to the right.

At this moment, a palm turned into a claw and instantly grabbed the wall behind Brother Sheng's head.

"magnetic!"

The hard wall was instantly scratched with four deep holes by the hard black nails on the palm.

Then, the man slashed towards Brother Sheng who was dodging to the side.

A thirty-centimeter deep scratch was left on the solid wall.

Upon seeing this, Brother Sheng immediately did a standard horse stance and then punched the opponent's chest hard with his fist with an iron ring.

"boom!"

The fat demon only felt that his chest was hit by a huge hammer. He spat out a mouthful of hot blood and several ribs were broken.

However, the fat piano demon also took the opportunity to grab Brother Sheng on the chest.

Suddenly, a 30-centimeter wound appeared on Brother Sheng's chest.

Blood flowed out of the wound.

"drink!"

The tremendous pain ignited the masculinity in Brother Sheng's heart, and his aura increased by three points.

A heavy punch hit the opponent's head again.

The fat Qin Demon looked at the sandbag-sized fist coming at him with an indomitable and heavy momentum and did not dare to take it head-on.

Because he knew that if he was hit on the head by the opponent's heavy punch, a concussion would be the least of his problems.

Even the head may be smashed by the opponent's fist.

Every top-notch master has his or her own unique and powerful attack.

Seeing this, the fat piano demon put his hands in front of his head and directly blocked Brother Sheng's attack.

However, both of his arms were shaking so much from the huge force from his opponent's fist that he could hardly lift them.

When the fat demon of the zither saw this, he knew that he was no match for the opponent with his bare hands.

After all, strictly speaking, they, Qin Mo, are just street singers.

The trump card is still singing for money.

So, the fat piano demon countered the moves, and his hands were almost broken by Brother Sheng's iron wire fist. He finally retreated to the middle of the courtyard.

Then, a sound wave came towards him, and Brother Sheng didn’t dare to take it head-on, so he dodged it.

As a result, the fat piano demon left Brother Sheng's attack range and escaped from the opponent's cannon-like fist.

Then he jumped seven or eight feet away to the long zither, sat down slowly, and used all his strength to relieve the severe pain in his fist.

Seeing this, the thin demon who played the zither waved his fingers, plucked the strings, and several sound waves flew towards Brother Sheng.

Brother Sheng dodged several sound waves, one of which blocked his retreat.

Brother Sheng had no choice but to block with both hands.

"Crack!"

The murderous sound waves hit the dozen or so iron rings on Brother Sheng's arms.

With just a crackling sound, more than a dozen iron rings made of fine iron exploded into pieces in an instant.

Brother Sheng was also hit by the remaining sound waves. He was blown into the air and fell heavily to the ground, suffering serious injuries.

All his ribs were broken, but fortunately his internal organs were not damaged. He just was too weak to fight again.

At this time, the landlady upstairs knew that if there was another attack, Brother Sheng would surely die.

So he kicked open a window, smoked a cigarette and shouted:
"Is this ever going to end? Why are you playing the piano so late at night? Do you think people can sleep?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Mo and the other man looked at the landlady under their sunglasses, with murderous intent surging in their bodies.

Just as they were about to teach this annoying fly a lesson, the landlord directly covered the landlady's mouth and quickly apologized with a smile:
"I'm sorry, both of you. Please continue, continue."

Then, he dragged the landlady into the house and closed the windows.

The fat demon of the zither continued to use his internal energy to heal his wounds.

The thin demon who played the zither plucked the strings of the zither, and a sound wave with even more terrifying power blasted out.

The thin demon of the Qin was confident that this attack was enough to shatter the opponent's internal organs, killing him instantly.

And just when the sound wave hit Brother Sheng one millimeter away, Brother Sheng disappeared.

"???"

The thin demon of the piano asked a few more questions on his head.

Now, he was finally sure that his skills had greatly improved.

He is just a first-rate master, and his ultimate killer move, sonic attack, is enough to shake the opponent into nothingness and reduce him to ashes.

The fat Qin demon next to him saw this and looked at him in surprise, saying:

"I didn't expect that your skills are already better than mine."

"I was on top of you before, and now you are on top of me. I feel so guilty."

Upon hearing this, the thin Qin demon patted the other party's shoulder and said:

"Don't worry, just focus on recovering from your injuries. I'll take care of everything."

"In fact, there is no need for you and me to sing together today. I can kill the last Wulang Bagua Stick Xigui by myself."

At this moment, a bamboo pole came from a distance and shot towards the thin demon of the piano at an incredibly fast speed.

Seeing this, the thin demon who played the zither hastily plucked the strings of his zither, and a wave of sound blasted out.

With profound skills, even a hasty attack would send the bamboo pole flying back.

At this moment, a figure jumped down from the second floor, caught the bamboo pole in the air, and rushed towards the thin demon who played the piano the moment he landed.

Seeing this, the thin demon of the zither moved his fingers and played the songs "Heart-breaking, Where in the World Can I Find a Soulmate" one after another, and the sound waves were directed towards the thin monster.

Seeing this, Xigui waved the bamboo pole in his hand and used the Wulang Bagua stick to block the sound waves, taking all the sound waves that were enough to kill Brother Sheng.

These few moves were enough to show that Xigui's Wulang Bagua Stick was used to perfection. He had absolutely no rival among first-rate masters in a one-on-one fight, and his strength was infinitely close to that of a peerless master.