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The tattooed man lifted Xiao Xiaofeng's chin to kiss her.

"Amitabha!"

A soft voice sounded in the ears of the tattooed man.

The tattooed man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the mirror and said with a cold face: "Smelly monk, you are looking for death!"

I finally found a beautiful girl today, but my good mood was ruined by this dead monk.

Does he really not know who he is?

Ming Jing asked: "The poor monk has something to discuss with the donor. Can you lend me a moment to talk?"

The tattooed man grabbed Ming Jing's collar, clenched his fist with his other hand and swung it.

Ming Jing casually pinched the tattooed man's wrist and dragged him off the stage.

A smile appeared on Xiao Xiaofeng's face and she followed secretly.

Ming Jing brought the tattooed man to the corridor of the emergency exit, clasped his hands, and asked politely: "Donor, can you tell me the martial arts strength of Qingzhu Society?"

The tattooed man with a ferocious face took out a dagger and stabbed Ming Jing in the chest.

A golden bell appeared on Ming Jing's body.

The dagger actually collapsed into two pieces, and the tattooed man was knocked back several meters by the force of the shock.

He looked at Ming Jing in shock: "You...are you a master of Xuanzhen Realm?"

Swallowing, turned around and ran away.

However, the moment he turned around, Ming Jing had already appeared in front of him.

This…

The tattooed man was horrified.

This is definitely not the speed of Xuanzhen Realm.

Only the vice president can be so fast.

Monk Mingjing continued to ask: "Donor, tell me!"

The tattooed man said coldly: "Smelly monk, I don't care who you are, if you dare to touch me, you will definitely get nothing good!"

"Goodness, goodness!"

Ming Jing raised his hand and slapped it out.

The tattooed man flew backwards along the corridor ten meters away.

Before he landed, Ming Jing caught him from behind and continued: "Donor, tell me!"

The tattooed man gritted his teeth and said, "I won't tell you until I die!"

Ming Jing slapped the tattooed man again.

The tattooed man screamed one after another in the corridor.

After 10 minutes, the tattooed man finally couldn't stand it anymore and told Ming Jing about Qingzhu Society's martial arts prowess.

Ming Jing smiled slightly and helped the tattooed man up from the ground: "Donor, I'm offended!"

Said, turned to leave.

The tattooed man breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Ming Jing stopped, turned around and said, "Donor, please raise your right hand!"

The tattooed man was stunned: "You...what else do you want to do?"

Ming Jing's deep eyes stared at the tattooed man.

The seemingly easy-going and kind-hearted eyes actually made the tattooed man shudder.

He raised his right hand tremblingly above his head.

Ming Jing flicked his finger and shot out a burst of energy, instantly piercing the tattooed man's right palm.

"what…"

The tattooed man covered his right hand and screamed.

"Amitabha, good is good!"

Ming Jing shook his head, pushed open the safety door and left.

Shortly after Ming Jing left, Xiao Xiaofeng walked out from behind the door.

She glanced at the tattooed man squatting outside and covering his hands, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

Ming Jing returned to the wine table with a guilty look on his face.

Chen Nan guessed that Ming Jing must have taken action.

But he couldn't imagine how such a pure monk could beat someone for no reason.

Punching and kicking?

Or use his iron shirt with a golden bell cover!

"Did you ask?" Chen Nan asked, swaying half a glass of foreign wine in the glass.

"Two in the Xuandan realm, six in the Xuanzhen realm, and twelve ninth-level masters!" Ming Jing sat cross-legged on the sofa and continued to meditate.

"So outrageous..."

Chen Nan suddenly lost his drunkenness.

Before, there were only ten Vajras in the Qingzhu Society, and the most powerful among the ten Vajras was only in the Xuanzhen realm.

In less than a month, Cai Dong actually found six more Xuanzhen realms and twelve ninth-level masters.

Cai Dong's energy is really beyond his imagination.

Chen Nan picked up the wine glass and prepared to drink.

Ming Jing slowly said: "The poor monk thinks we should leave here immediately!"

Chen Nan was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly: "Let's go..."

With that said, he hurried towards the stage.

Su Mucheng was surrounded by several men dancing in the middle.

Several of them had even taken off their shirts, revealing their perfectly contoured muscles and trembling chest muscles.

Su Mucheng didn't seem to use her true energy to force out the alcohol, and she looked drunk and confused.

Chen Nan grabbed Su Mucheng's hand and walked out.

Two men in suits and leather shoes suddenly stood in front of Chen Nan.

One of them smiled and said, "Brother, I've fallen in love with this woman. Can you lend me her for fun?"

"roll…"

Chen Nan pushed the man away coldly.

Another person pressed down on Chen Nan's shoulder: "Brother, you did it first!"

As he said that, he raised his fist and smashed it into Chen Nan's face.

Chen Nan raised his hand to hold his fist and kicked him in the abdomen.

The man immediately covered his abdomen and cursed angrily: "Boy, you are looking for death..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of muscular men rushed around the stage.

These people were all practitioners, and they attacked Chen Nan without any explanation.

Chen Nan had no real energy and was still injured. He was still protecting Su Mucheng in his arms, and he quickly received a few punches.

The man in the suit who had been kicked by Chen Nan just now rushed up with a dagger in his hand with a grin on his face.

The rest of the people also took out their daggers and surrounded him.

"Damn it, Su Mucheng, wake up, I'm getting cold..."

Chen Nan shook Su Mucheng in his arms.

But Su Mucheng seemed to be completely drunk.

Chi...

Chen Nan was stabbed on the arm.

He kicked the man away, but the dagger in the other man's hand stabbed him again. ,

At this moment, a woman wearing a red trench coat held the man's wrist.

A backhand slap knocked out several of his teeth.

"You bitch, you're looking for death..."

The strong man whose teeth were slapped brandished a dagger and stabbed Luo Xi.

Luo Xi turned sideways, grabbed the strong man's arm and pushed him forward, throwing him off the stage with a force of four or two.

Whoa!

A booth outside was smashed to pieces.

Only then did the DJ station stop the music, and the crowd on the stage reacted. They screamed and ran away with their heads in their hands.

Luo Xi was soon surrounded by more than a dozen people.

She stepped forward with an arrow, flew forward and kicked in a series, and immediately kicked four strong men with swords away.

The moment he landed, he swept his legs and six more people fell to the ground.

In about three minutes, more than 3 people had fallen on the ground.

Xiao Qiao and Xiao Yun were shocked.

So Sister Luoxi is so powerful?

Luo Xi looked at the two men in suits and said coldly: "Get out..."

The two swallowed and rolled and crawled out.

Luo Xi put her hands in the pockets of her windbreaker, turned to look at Chen Nan, lightly opened her lips and said, "Don't bring your girlfriend to a place like this in the future..."

Just as Chen Nan was about to explain, a group of people came in again from outside.

The person taking the lead was a shirtless man with tattoos.

Next to him were three old men in Tang suits and Lei Zhenshan.

The tattooed man's right hand was wrapped in a bandage and he shouted angrily: "Where is that smelly monk? Where did he go?"

boom!

A loud bang came.

An old man in black robe penetrated an unknown number of floors and hit the stage directly.

Immediately afterwards, a bright mirror dressed in white floated lightly from the hole to the ground, like a divine Buddha.

"Amitabha, is the donor looking for a poor monk?"