Yang Qing suddenly fell from the air, her black robe turned into a black suit, her combat boots turned into black leather shoes, and a cigarette appeared out of thin air in his hands.

He stretched out a finger, and a ray of true star fire appeared on his fingertips.

I lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, spit out a cigarette ring, and walked into the bar leisurely.

Although Yang Qing was wearing a Qianhuan mask, he still couldn't stop his peerless fairy face. His black hair was floating out of the dust. The little fans around him couldn't walk directly, his eyes shining, as if he had seen an idol.

Yang Qing ignored them and walked up to the second floor with the deafening music.

Compared to the first floor, the second floor is much quieter and not as crowded as the first floor.

"Qingxuan, don't be unhappy. I have found a few friends and guarded in Donghu Community. As long as that boy Yang Qing dares to show up, I will definitely help you catch him. No famous paintings are all yours."

A light voice came from the side.

Yang Qing swept his mental power and found that he was an acquaintance, her cousin Ye Qingxuan, and there were a few young people around her.

Yang Qing's appearance naturally attracted the attention of many beauties, and some fans even screamed directly.

Even Ye Qingxuan was attracted, "So handsome!"

Ye Qingxuan found that Yang Qing's figure was a little familiar. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Strange!" She was a little confused. Logically, she would not forget someone with such outstanding appearance as long as she had seen him, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen him.

The young men who were flattering Ye Qingxuan also showed surprise. Yang Qing was so handsome that they were jealous.

Amid the envious and fiery eyes of everyone, Yang Qing came to a man in black and sat down.

"Nicholas!" Yang Qing asked tentatively.

The man looked up at Yang Qing, and almost instantly, he recognized that the young man in front of him was the master of the huge divine thought before.

"It's you!"

He had no idea that this man could really find him. His hidden art can be said to be the best in the world, but he could not escape the man's divine consciousness tracking.

"You should be the hand behind Xingchen Pavilion! It's really powerful, but you shouldn't be so close to me. Now I want to kill you is as simple as killing a chicken."

The man looked plain and his eyes shining, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

Although Yang Qing's divine consciousness is so powerful that it is beyond his imagination, the man still has strong self-confidence. A strong divine consciousness does not mean that he is also powerful in combat power, especially at such a close distance.

At this moment, a woman with a hot figure, wearing a tight cheongsam, tight buttocks, a tight collar, a deep career, and a delicate makeup on her face walked over with a red wine glass.

"Handsome guy, my friend!"

Before Yang Qing could speak, the woman sat down next to him.

"No, get out!" Yang Qing refused mercilessly.

"Handsome guy, you are so humorous!" The woman was not angry either. Her huge breasts were placed directly on Yang Qing's arm, her face was close to Yang Qing's cheek, and she exhaled like an orchid.

"It's Sister Hong, one of the bosses behind this club. It is said to be a first-class expert. Weird, why did she suddenly appear? Did she fall in love with that little white face?"

Everyone was confused.

As Sister Hong, do you want any kind of young face? Can you do it yourself?

The man in black glanced at Sister Hong and suddenly laughed.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Yang Qing. A huge momentum erupted from his body, and all the items around him exploded.

A dark palm covered Yang Qing and looked down on him.

At this moment, Sister Hong beside her also took action. A momentum of the early stage of the Golden Pill phase suddenly erupted from her body. The red wine glass in her hand suddenly turned into a Ziwu Yuanyang Axe, cutting it towards Yang Qing's throat.

Ziwu Yuanyang Yue, a melee killer weapon, especially in such close-fitting situations, basically no one can stop it.

Yang Qing didn't expect that there were people in the King of Golden Pills who used this weapon.

The battle between the King of Golden Pills is either a flying sword or a big move. If you can kill your opponent with one move, you will never use the second move.

This Hong Sister is obviously unique, and she has walked her own path on the road of Ziwu Yuanyangyue.

If it were other kings in the Golden Elixir Stage, she would have really cut off her head.

But both of them underestimated Yang Qing's strength. The surging momentum erupted from Yang Qing. He punched the man in black with a great sorrow.

At the same time, a Wuxiangjie pointed at Sister Hong's head.

"Bang!"

Yang Qing's great sorrow palm was directly printed on the man's chest. The man's body was arched, knocked through the railing behind him, and smashed into the dance floor on the first floor.

"ah!"

Countless screams recalled the young men and women who were shaking their buttocks and breasts in the dance floor, screamed and scattered, fleeing around.

The Ziwu Yuanyang Axe in Sister Hong's hand cut it hard into Yang Qing's throat. However, what shocked her was that Yang Qing's throat looked like a magical iron, and Ziwu Yuanyang Axe cut it on it did not even leave a trace.

At the same time, Yang Qing's Wuxiangjie finger was already on her head.

"Bang!"

Her head was pierced by a finger and she was killed on the spot. Yang Qing reached out and grabbed her abdomen, and a yellow and orange golden elixir was forcibly taken out.

"Golden Pill!"

Everyone in the entire bar was frightened and frightened by Yang Qing's cruelty.

Ye Qingxuan and the boys around her were also frightened.

"Sister Hong is actually the king of the Golden Pill stage!"

"A king of the Golden Pill stage was forcibly seized by someone, this..."

Everyone's hearts are trembling. How fierce a person can do such a thing and forcefully seize the golden elixir of others.

Those fans who were obsessed with Yang Qing's appearance were all stiff in their original positions, and many of them even trembled. At the last moment, they were still fantasizing about a beautiful encounter, but at the next moment, the style suddenly changed and turned into a war of kings.

"What a powerful strength!" The man in black who fell in the middle of the dance floor was also shocked. With just one move, he knocked him away, killed Sister Hong and seized her golden elixir.

"You play slowly! I'll leave first!" The man's body instantly turned into a ball of black mist, covering the entire dance floor.

Screams came from the dance floor, and the entire dance floor was pitch black, like the end of the world.

Yang Qing's mental power was always locked in the man in black, and the man in black had escaped under the cover of the black fog.

Yang Qing took one step and disappeared directly.

It was not until this time that everyone in the bar dared to breathe heavily.

"King...the battle of the king!"

Everyone couldn't believe that three kings appeared beside them just now, and a battle of kings broke out.

The king is a goal they dare not even imagine. The life span can last for thousands of years, but at this moment one died and the body lies beside them.
Chapter completed!