Rural Shennong

He really didn't expect to meet Chen Ping so soon, let alone Er Dongping who wanted to negotiate with him.

After being stunned for a moment, Salon looked at Chen Ping and Du Shiman and laughed, his smile was filled with a chill: "I said who is so crazy, dare to hang up my phone, and make me condescend Well, it turned out to be you."

"I was looking for you everywhere, I didn't expect to see you so soon, we are so destined!"

Now that Saloen has a bone-changing master by his side, he is naturally not afraid of Chen Ping, so he happens to settle old scores with him.

"You should know why I'm here today, right? I want to buy your restaurant."

"But I don't agree with the previous price. I can only give you 100 million to buy all your restaurants and seafood supply chain!"

After finishing speaking, he took out the checkbook from his pocket, wrote down a check for 100 million yuan, squeezed it into a ball and threw it at Chen Ping's feet: "This is what Ben Shao gave you, take the money from Ben Shao, get out!"

He glanced at Du Shiman, and said with a joking expression: "Er Dongping, listen to me, you can only leave by yourself, this store has nothing to do with you anymore, everything here, everything All the people must be left behind by this young master!"

The reporters from the entertainment media all looked at Chen Ping and Du Shiman with pity.

There is no need to guess, the owner of this restaurant must be the previous sin of Salon, and may have something to do with Salon's ban on Du Shiman.

"You deserve it, even Master Saloen dared to offend, this Er Dongping really committed suicide."

"Master Saloon has already been very kind, at least give him 100 million."

"Come on, the iron-faced masters are here, do you think this kid has life to get money, and life to spend?"

"I bet he won't survive tonight and won't see the sun tomorrow."

Chen Ping didn't even look at the ball of paper thrown at his feet, and said expressionlessly: "Saloen, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"Now kneel down and crawl over, chew up this ball of paper and eat it for me, and let the person who did it just now cut off his arms, and I will let you go out intact."

Sarron looked at Chen Ping like an idiot: "If you let me kneel, you are worthy?"

"Elder Iron Face, abolish him for me!"

Fabilo III hesitated for a moment. He seemed to see a shadow in this young man that he dared not recall.

He shook his head and shook that nightmarish figure out of his mind, thinking that he was oversensitive: "Boy, die!"

Fabilo III raised his hand gracefully, and a milky white light shone on his palm.

If he was allowed to slap this palm, let alone what would happen to Chen Ping, this hall would definitely be destroyed in half.

The aftermath of the bone-changing master's palm style is not something this restaurant can easily bear.

The reporters from the entertainment media also knew that the attacking power of the Grandmaster was terrifying, and they all turned pale with fright, got up and ran to the corner.

"Damn, is this Chinese man crazy?"

"It's fine for him to seek death himself, and we will all be implicated."

"Quick, hug your head and squat down."

Just when the shadow of Fabilo III's palm appeared on his palm, Chen Ping suddenly appeared in front of Fabilo III like a ghost, and squeezed his palm.

Fabilo III's hair stood on end, his scalp was about to explode.

Even if his cultivation has regressed to the middle stage of bone-changing state, the vision experience is still there.

To be able to rush over at such a fast speed and crush his palm in the palm of his hand, even a master at the peak of the Bone Changing Realm couldn't do it, then this young man in front of him must be extraordinary.

People from Huaguo, extraordinary powerhouses, Er Dongping, Chen Ping!

Fabilo III's thoughts turned sharply, and he guessed who the person in front of him was in an instant: "You...you are..."

Before he could utter a word, a violent tsunami-like aura rushed into his body from the palm of his hand.

Fabilo was startled and terrified.

If he had known that Chen Ping was here earlier, and had guessed that today's catastrophe would happen, even if he died in the battle at Guangming Sacred Mountain, it would be a hundred times better than running here to seek abuse. The reputation of life and death.

He didn't want to die here so aggrieved, but he regretted that it was too late.

That violent aura of heaven and earth is exactly Chen Ping's signature law of destruction. If others don't know it, how can Fabilo III not know it?

Having made physical contact with Fabilo III, Chen Ping also guessed the identity of Fabilo III at this moment. After all, they have fought countless times before, and the two sides are too familiar.

Originally, Chen Ping didn't have the idea of ​​killing someone, but now that he knew who the other party was, Chen Ping didn't want to keep his hand. The old and new grudges happened to be counted together today.

With a wave of Chen Ping's left hand, the door was blown open by the wind of his palm, and he grabbed Fabilo III's right hand and threw Fabilo III out.

"Bang bang bang~!"

With the sound of bursting beans, blood holes the size of a baby's fist exploded on Fabilo III who was thrown out of the door.

Blood splattered all over the sky, dyeing the luxury convoy parked at the door a terrifying red.

"Dangdang!"

The remnant body of Fabilo III fell from mid-air and hit Saron's car, and also hit the hearts of everyone, making everyone shiver.

Those entertainment media reporters who were gloating just now were all shocked. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it was true.

This is the famous Iron Face Grandmaster under the Qiansheng Group, and he was killed on the spot without even making a splash.

Even they were dumbfounded in shock, let alone Saron.

Just now, the high-spirited, arrogant and invincible Saloun was so frightened that he slumped down on the ground.

After killing Fabilo III, Chen Ping walked slowly towards Salon with a cold face. The two bodyguards around him recovered from the panic, their fists tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, but they did not move at all. Dare to move.

They really want to protect the lord, but Fabilo III is not the enemy of the other side, aren't they looking for death?

Sarloen screamed: "I am a descendant of Jeff Hamill, if you dare to touch me, my ancestors will not let you go!"

"You...don't come here!"

Chen Ping stepped on Sa Luoen's chest, and looked down at him: "Scare me with your shitty ancestor?"

"Don't say he's not here, even if he comes in person, if I kill you right under his nose, it's no different from killing a dog!"

Salon felt that his chest was about to be crushed by Chen Ping.

The shadow of death fell, and Saloen peed his pants in fright: "Don't kill me, please don't kill me."

"I know I was wrong, as long as I spare my life, I will promise you anything, please!"

Chen Ping is not Fabilo III, he still has the dignity of a master.

A trash who peed in his pants after being scared, he really couldn't get down, he was afraid that his eyes would be dirty.

Chen Ping raised his foot, took a few steps back and kicked the ball of paper in front of Salon: "Chew it up and eat it, then take your dog and roll as far as I can!"

How could Salon dare to refuse, he tremblingly picked up the ball of paper and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing while crying.

Thinking of the prestige and arrogance he had when he threw 100 million in front of Chen Ping, thinking of his disdainful and contemptuous performance, and thinking about the current situation, Saloen wanted to dig a crack in the ground and bury himself in it immediately.