But Su Mu was too lazy to look at him, walked in with a smile, looked up and down at the young master, then reached out to make a pistol posture, and gently hit:

"You're dead."

The young man with a gaze like a snake and the middle-aged man moved without hesitation at the same time.

A momentum is like thunder.

A cruel as a snake or a scorpion.

A distance of seven or eight meters will arrive in an instant.

Su Mu just turned around and glanced at the two of them sarcastically.

One is the strongest double flower red stick in Qingmen.

One is a super expert who was sent to foreign secret training since childhood and won 135 black boxing matches in a row.

Both of them can fight against third-rate ancient warriors.

However, they are not ancient martial artists after all.

The acquired masters always have a gap like the innate masters.

Just a look.

The murderous aura of essence is like the demon king of hell.

The two of them fell to the ground with a thud.

Su Mu smiled and said to the young master who was not changing his face:

"The Du family worships many ancient martial arts masters. Why don't the Du family bring two more?"

The other party smiled faintly:

"You are not here, they are enough. Since you are here, no matter how much I bring, I will not be enough. I will give Du Ziteng and admire Su Shaoming for a long time."

Su Mu was stunned.

stomachache?

This name.
Chapter completed!