My senior sister is the leader of martial arts

'The poisonous insects all over the sky are coming fiercely.

In an instant, he threw himself in front of Su Xing.

"Death for sure!" A sigh flashed across Liang Tian's eyes.

Jiang Yibing also shook his head.

It's okay for Su Xing to protect himself, she can understand, but why should he provoke the other party, isn't it courting death?

After all, it's nothing more than a stupid word.

Jiang Yibing had already judged Su Xing as a dying person.

But at this time, the rain of insects that filled the sky had already arrived in front of Su Xing.

Su Xing narrowed his eyes.

What kind of son of God is this.

To be honest, he was just a second-rate expert, so he shot him to death casually.

However, he didn't intend to do so.

Hanging and beating a child is really meaningless, his mind is full of secret exercises and none of them have played a role.

Therefore, Su Xing simply and neatly suppressed his cultivation to the peak of a third-rate master.

It is about to break through the level of second-rate masters.

When the rain of insects fell all over the sky, he directly urged the peak skills of the third-rate masters to meet them.

"Fire Palm!"

Su Xing circulated his kung fu and used a low-grade kung fu method of the yellow rank that he had learned from his elder sister Zang Shuge.

Cheats of exercises are divided into heaven and earth Xuanhuang.

This low-grade yellow-rank exercise is considered the most rubbish.

But when it was played, the fire was still looming, burning a large area of ​​insect rain into ashes on the spot.

The residue of the bugs fell from the sky, causing a mess all over the place.

The face of the black-robed saint son suddenly became very gloomy.

Indistinctly, a trace of flesh pain could be seen.

This is a group of poisonous insects that he has cultivated for many years, but under this palm, dozens of them were actually killed.

"You...you are the best martial arts!" The black-robed saint couldn't help asking in a low voice.

He saw it.

Su Xing is just a third-rate peak, and it is impossible for his normal level to block the attack of his own insect rain.

The only explanation is that this martial skill is unpredictable.

It can let him cross the realm and break his own worm rain.

Moreover, he has also seen various kung fu techniques in the Poison God Sect. This martial skill gives him the feeling that it is awesome!
Liang Tian was also very shocked.

Su Xing's palm, even if he has just stepped into martial arts, can tell that the power is quite astonishing, much stronger than his Tiger Fist.

"What grade of kung fu is yours!"

He also couldn't help asking.

Su Xing frowned, recalling the power of that palm just now.

There is really no simple method that can be included by the senior sister.

Even this martial art, on the surface, is just the lowest level of skill.

"Huang rank inferior." Su Xing responded.

The eyeballs of the black-robed saint child were almost protruding, and Liang Tian almost vomited blood before he could breathe.

Nima!
This is the lower grade of the yellow rank!

As far as the lower ranks of the Huang rank are, they are all rubbish things, Tiger Fist is not limited to the lower ranks of the Huang rank, why can't he see that he can knock out a bug of himself!

You can pull a few down, brother!

The black-robed holy son wanted to scold his mother.

If this is a low-grade Huang rank, then what did tm learn by himself?
The lower rank of the yellow rank?

"Hmph, it's fine if you don't want to say it, let's see if I can break through your magical skills!" The black-robed saint shouted, mobilized his skills, and started to use the top ten martial skills of the Poison God Sect.

"Thousands of poisons devour the heart!"

With the roar of the black-robed Saint Son, a burst of black mist emanated from his body, and in an instant, Su Xing was surrounded.

This thick black mist seems to be a certain kind of miasma, just being wrapped, it will affect people's nerves.

What's more, in this black mist, there are countless poisonous insects that are rustling and making noises. They can swarm up at any time and eat people surrounded by the poisonous mist into skeletons.

"Jiejiejie, my Myriad Poisonous Heart-Swallowing Art is a low-grade martial art of the Xuan rank. No matter how powerful your palm technique is, it is impossible to break it!"

The black-robed saint laughed.

"A rubbish of a third-rate peak, I want to see if I can use your so-called low-grade trash martial arts of the yellow rank to break my martial arts once my Xuan-rank martial art comes out!"

His laughter was a little joyful.

In terms of martial arts, he has never lost to the Poison God Sect.

For him, the pleasure of crushing his opponent with his background is simply happier than directly defeating him!

Liang Tian gritted his teeth, and envy could not be restrained from his eyes.

The holy sons from these sects all have the best training resources, and there are all kinds of awesome martial arts skills to learn. In the Promise Palace, I learned Tiger Fist with great effort.

But this black-robed holy son was able to come up with a low-grade profound-level kung fu in the blink of an eye.

Su Xing will surely die.

While he was envious, he also felt bursts of despair.

Su Xing felt the black mist around him.

Indeed, this technique is insidious enough.

He quickly started to use the fire-promoting palm just now.

Simple, push out with one palm.

It is still the strength level of the third-rate peak used.

It is still the fire-promoting palm of the lower rank of the yellow rank.

A gust of hot wind hit, and instantly it seemed like a huge wave, blowing away the black mist.

The scorching temperature instantly hid all the poisonous insects in the black mist.

"No! This is impossible!" The black-robed saint shouted, his expression a little crazy.

"How could it be possible for my Xuan-rank divine art to be broken!"

"What level is your palm technique, and why is it so terrifying!"

Since his debut, he really has never met anyone who can break his heart with poison at the peak third-rate level and use the lower-grade martial arts of the yellow rank.

At this moment, he couldn't believe Su Xing's so-called inferior martial arts of Huang rank.

"As I said, it's the lower grade of the Huang rank." Su Xing said with a smile.

He was somewhat surprised.

This low-grade palm technique of the Huang rank, which can be included by the senior sister, is more powerful than others' Xuan rank by visual inspection.

The black-robed saint son gritted his teeth, turned around and fled.

A black mist was left in place, and the figure disappeared.

Only one extremely angry sentence was left behind.

"I'm going to Nima's yellow class low-grade! I'm cheating ghosts!"

Liang Tian also shook his head dumbfounded.

Do not believe.

A kung fu technique that allows someone to beat a second-rate low-rank black-robed saint son with a third-rate pinnacle, how could it be a yellow-rank low-rank!
If you believe it, you are an idiot!
The danger is relieved.

The atmosphere immediately relaxed.

Those high-level officials in Nanzhou City who had been hiding far away and dared not speak had returned to their coquettish looks.

With his hands behind his back, he walked over with the bastard steps of a leader.

"Why didn't you stop him just now! Don't you know how much impact this kind of person will have on society after he runs away? If something happens in the future, can you bear it?"

Someone came to Su Xing with full authority.

Su Xing's action this time really made them feel that this young man still knows how awesome the official position is.

Therefore, the danger was lifted, and they hurried out to give orders and regain their dignity.

Su Xing didn't even look at him, and with a wave of his hand, the man flew out on the spot, falling into a mess.

Seeing this scene, no one dared to come up to make trouble.

Secretary Gao walked up slowly, and chuckled: "Today, I was rescued by little friend Su Xing again."

"You're welcome, if he didn't seek death, I wouldn't have made a move." Su Xing smiled and answered quite directly.

This made many people upset, and several cold snorts sounded.

But at this moment, no one dared to speak.

Just kidding, everyone who spoke just now has already been beaten away, which is enough to prove that this young man doesn't care about being an official or not.

In the second half of the banquet, it was quite a success.

Secretary Gao directly treated Su Xing as his son and nephew, not being close.

Wait until the banquet is over and prepare to leave.

Before Su Xing left, he was suddenly stopped by a cold voice.

"What's the matter?" He turned his head, and what he saw was Jiang Yibing, who had "saved" him once before.

Jiang Yibing was silent for a while.

Suddenly said: "I have a request."

"I don't agree."

Before she could speak, Su Xing refused without hesitation.

He is not some dick who sees beautiful women posting up.

It's all good, so why would you want to help someone with an average relationship?

Jiang Yibing obviously didn't expect Su Xinghui's rejection to be so straightforward, and he was taken aback for a while.

Then his expression became even colder.

Since she was a child, she has always been the absolute focus of the second-generation circle, and no one has said anything against her yet.

Su Xing made her feel rejected for the first time in her life.

Very uncomfortable.

But she soon understood.

Just like the situation she often encounters.

Deliberately pretending to be very cold and ignoring himself, in fact, they are all old-fashioned play hard to get routines.

She was too lazy to expose it, so she said directly: "I want to learn martial arts, I can give you 100 million! As long as you teach me!"