Super Comic System

"I thought who it was! So it was you! Your brother is dead, why are you still here!" The poison has completely dispersed, and those people slowly walked towards Xiao Zimo, all in their eyes. There was greed that couldn't be concealed, and Xiao Zimo couldn't help laughing when he saw the thin-faced young man.

"You... don't be smug! Don't forget, there are several outstanding disciples of various sects here, I don't believe you can escape!" Xiao Yi pointed to Xiao Zimo's nose and shouted loudly.

"I hate people pointing at my nose." Xiao Zimo's face gradually became cold.

"So what?" Xiao Yi said in a haughty tone, relying on the crowds around him, and his confidence was all at once, still pointing to Xiao Zimo's nose.

"Your brother is dead, you can bury him with him!" Xiao Zimo showed a cruel smile on his face.

"what!"

Huh!

Before Xiao Yi could react, a small mark appeared on his neck, then his head tilted and his eyes widened and fell to the ground.

"Unexpectedly... there is such a murderer in the cultivation world, should we walk the way for the sky!" Suddenly, a bald head emerged from the crowd, and he was wearing a yellow cloth on his neck. Wearing a string of prayer beads made of beads the size of a pebbled stone, with a wine gourd pinned to his waist, holding a chicken leg in his left hand and chewing on it, his chest has long been stained brown with oil stains.

A face the size of a futon is full of wretched smiles, and a pair of eyes can't be opened because of the fat on his face. At this time, he is gnawing on chicken legs, and his small eyes are staring at Xiao. Zimo.

"He is the seventy-eighth ranked wine and meat monk-Shi Wu!" Suddenly, someone seemed to recognize his true face and exclaimed.

And Xiao Zimo couldn't help laughing when he heard that standing in front of him was just a little girl ranked 78th.

"Boy, what are you laughing at! Believe it or not, I will kill you now!" When Shi Wu saw Xiao Zimo laugh inexplicably, he felt a little uncomfortable for a while, and he tried to stare at him with his eyes widened.

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be just a garbage ranked 78th!" Xiao Zimo couldn't help but shook his head. He didn't want to hide the contempt in his words, so he said it directly in front of Shi Wu. Get out.

"What are you talking about!" Shi Wu's forehead burst into blue veins, and he took a bite of the chicken leg in his hand.

"I said... if you don't have the strength, please don't come out ashamed, it's still very difficult for me to do it." Xiao Zimo said to Shi Wu word by word, and the people around suddenly laughed, which made Shi Shi Wu was close to the edge of anger.

"Boy, I think you want to die!" Shi Wu nibbled the chicken leg in his hand, and threw the remaining bone at Xiao Zimo, then rushed towards him with his fist.

"So fast!" The cultivators around felt a huge mass passing by, but they didn't expect that Shi Wu's heavy body could actually perform so fast.

"It's too slow..." Xiao Zimo shook his head. He didn't even bother to use a knife. He directly raised his hand, comparing it to the shape of a hand knife, and cut it down fiercely.

Click!

There was a fracture sound, and Shi Wu's eyes stared like two marbles, and then he fainted.

"What! One... one move!" When everyone saw that Shi Wu was killed by Xiao Zimo's one move, their eyes widened unanimously, with incredible affection on their faces.

"Huh! Pretending to be a god, don't think you can be so unreasonable with a little skill!" A young man in ancient Chinese clothes stood out from the crowd. His clothes were really strange. They were all written and painted. Animal, with a hint of anger on his handsome face.

"He... he is the 70th-ranked painter Yu Changsheng, one of the Four Talents!" The crowd onlookers couldn't help exclaiming when they saw the young man.

"Boy, you'd better hand over the dragon soul key obediently! Otherwise... your life won't be saved..." An extremely gloomy voice sounded, and one of them was covered with bandages, leaving only The man with eyes, nose and nose walked out slowly, carrying a shovel higher than his head on his shoulder.

"Chen Yu of the Tower Palace, the bandage shoveler ranked 100th on the Billboard!" Someone in the crowd immediately recognized him.

"You who are close to the bottom are not eligible to get the Dragon Soul Key! If it were not for the forces behind you, I guess you don't know how long you have been dead." A teasing voice sounded, and everyone looked at the source of the sound. , A middle-aged man threw a few black darts in his hand and walked out slowly.

He didn’t know if one of his eyes was injured or because of something. He wore a black blindfold and a gray cloth coat. The buttons of his shirt were not twisted, revealing pieces of hard-covered muscles. There was a dangling in his mouth. A cigarette, throwing a dart in one hand, and touching his beard-covered chin with the other.

"He is the fifty-ninth funeral dart-Wang Yong!" Someone in the crowd recognized the middle-aged man.

"I didn't expect a dragon soul key to attract three cultivators on the list, then...I can't fall behind, hahahahaha!" A bold and wild voice sounded.

Whoosh!

A figure appeared in front of Chen Yu.

A head that is as smooth as a mirror, two earlobes that resemble the Buddha, a belly the size of a wine barrel, wearing a black cloth that doesn’t fit, the buttons on the chest can’t be twisted at all, and the **** are bare. Holding a broken fan in his hand, he shook desperately ~www.NovelMTL.com~ There was a smile on a face the size of a watermelon.

"Smiling Maitreya Lin Jingtian, who is ranked 62nd on the Billboard!" The crowd exclaimed.

"I didn't expect this dragon soul key to be such a good thing! It actually attracted four practitioners on the ranking list, you say...Is my luck very good!" Xiao Zimo went from the system backpack He took out a piece of Dragon Soul key, held it in his hand and threw it around, teasing.

"You don't have the right to own that jade pendant, so hurry up and hand it over!" The painter Yu Changsheng pointed to Xiao Zimo and said.

"Boy, if you still want to get out alive, then... give me the dragon soul key!" Wang Yong, the soul dart, said with his arms folded, his words full of threats.

"Boy, don't think you can swell if you defeat the wine and meat monk, but there are many people here!" Bandage Shovel Ka said grimly.

"Young man, give it to me! I can keep you out!" Smiling Maitreya Lin Jingtian said with a smile.

The surrounding air condensed for a while.