Beiyin Great Sage

Dinners and banquets in leisure time will not be held in too formal places.

Not counting Mr. Ji, the four of them sat opposite each other, no more than three feet apart. For the black iron expert, this distance was within reach.

Su Evil smiled and said nothing, the invisible pressure had fallen, and even though he didn't make any move, an icy chill suddenly arose in the place.

Xuan Bingjin!

The Su family inherits unique skills.

The other people looked very interested and had no intention of blocking it. They obviously wanted to watch the show.

Zhou Jia had no choice but to raise one hand.

The force was as strong as a knife or a grinding wheel, and the force came apart. The chill was raging around him, and a layer of white frost quietly condensed on the tables, benches, and ground.

"Senior Su's skills are exquisite, I am ashamed of myself." He shook his head gently:

"There is no need to discuss."

"Young people should be domineering, so that they live up to their temperament." Su E said:

"You are young, but you are so mature and prudent. Unlike Gang Leader Lei, you may not be able to fully understand the domineering meaning of the Purple Thunder Ax Technique."

"rest assured!"

He nodded and said:

"I know you are not good at fists and kicks. I will suppress your cultivation and won't really hurt you."

As he spoke, he pointed a finger.

"Bah..."

A flash of light emerged from his fingertips and pierced Zhou Jia's chest and abdomen. Before the energy came, Zhou Jia already felt a stinging pain in his chest and abdomen.

He was even more cold all over his body.

Ice soul sword finger!

The inheritance of the Su family mostly comes from the military, and its subtleties may not be as good as those of the Xuantian Alliance, but its lethality is often astonishing.

The martial art of killing comes out in the fight with ferocious beasts and monsters, with fierce murderous intent.

At this point, Zhou Jia felt a warning sign in his heart.

He had no doubt.

If you don't try to resist, the opponent will most likely not stop. Even though you won't die, you will inevitably be severely injured.

"boom!"

Under the tug of Qi, Zhou Jia suddenly raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

Thunder Palm!

The palm force is strong and domineering, implying the sound of thunder. As soon as the palm force reaches it, the incoming light bursts out and cold air rushes everywhere.

"good!"

Su Er's eyes lit up and he exclaimed:

"Brother Zhou's palm skills look pretty good. At least they are far from what others have said. His fists and feet are incompetent. The rumors are really not believable."

As he spoke, he stretched his fingers horizontally, and the ice soul swords came with lightning flashes, making a "chichi" sound, and stabbed Zhou Jia's vital points.

Several others nodded slightly.

From their perspective, they could tell at a glance that although Zhou Jia's palm skills were not bad, they were by no means excellent in the black iron realm.

even,

Not even ordinary.

After all, it is just the inheritance of the Tieyuan Sect, and it is already difficult to put it on the table.

Fortunately, his palm power is concentrated, powerful, and contains thunderous meaning. Even if his moves are not proficient, the power is barely adequate.

But under the finger of Su Er's Ice Soul Sword, he was in danger in just the blink of an eye.

"call……"

Zhou Jia's chest and abdomen vibrate, and he slowly exhales turbid air.

His expression remained unchanged, but his defense had gradually shrunk from three feet at the beginning to one foot, and his palm strength was still being rapidly consumed by the sword energy.

Gradually, the skin and flesh began to feel tingling.

I can't help but sigh in my heart, the top black iron martial arts is indeed extraordinary.

After more than three hundred years of development, the martial arts of the Dalin Dynasty have embraced all kinds of things, and the top martial arts have almost broken away from the category of martial arts.

More like...

The legendary magical power!

Just like this ice soul sword finger, the extreme coldness is melted into its own source power, forming a sword technique.

The sword finger is tangible and intangible, so its speed is astonishingly fast. It also contains the coldness of ice and condensed strength, and every strike is extremely terrifying.

Compared to the goddess Qingxue's pointing and archery skills, it may not be as arrogant and domineering as the goddess, but its subtlety and speed are far superior.

If Qingxue and Su E fight.

In less than three breaths, Su E could blast the clear snow into ice slag.

This is not a difference in cultivation. In terms of depth of source power, the monster on Qingxue's body may be higher than Mr. Ji in the field.

But the use of source power is too rough.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, and the wine cup in front of Zhou Jia couldn't withstand the force of the shock. It shattered on the spot. The wine flew into the air and was frozen into ice crystals by the cold.

The ice crystals rotated and flew past, scraping against Zhou Jia's body and driving into the wall behind him.

"Ding……"

The ice crystals trembled and shattered.

Zhou Jia's eyes couldn't help but shrink.

other side……

How can such cruelty be considered a sparring match?

"snort!"

With a cold snort, Zhou Jia's skin and flesh trembled slightly, his aura surged, his palm force was as sharp as thunder, and he violently tore apart the incoming sword energy.

The Shenhuang Jue broke through the first level, and his foundation increased again.

His cultivation is true to every level, but the physical body created by the Dragon-Tiger Mysterious Embryo makes his physical body and source of power as strong as those of the masters of the three levels.

The blessing of the five thunder characteristics also doubles the power of the Thunder Palm.

"boom!"

The ground between the two people suddenly cracked, and the energy swept across. The doors and windows of the room rattled, and they almost wanted to break free and be thrown far away.

There were even streaks of cold air raging in the field.

"Huh?"

"Um!"

"how come……"

Not only Su E, but everyone else looked shocked.

Even Mr. Ji couldn't help but sit up straight and looked at Zhou Jia with a solemn look on his face:

"In less than a year after joining the Black Iron, your cultivation level is already comparable to that of someone who has been practicing for decades. I'm afraid if you go further, you will already be in the middle stage of the Black Iron."

"This son..."

"How?"

Even with the massive resources provided by the Ji family, it took him nearly six years to reach the perfection of the early stage of black iron.

"Elder Xue." Ren Nantian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking of something, and asked:

"I heard that Zhou Jia is not from the Dalin Dynasty human race?"

"Not bad!" Xue Xiao also came back to his senses and nodded in response:

"He is not."

"It seems that he is gifted." Mr. Ji nodded slowly, and the nameless jealousy in his heart also quietly dissipated a lot.

Some races are born different.

Just like the Winged Race, they are born with the ability to fly, while most other races have to become Silver to have the ability to fly in the sky.

in addition.

For example, Dili in White, the Bello Royal Family, etc. are almost born with black iron, and they cannot be envied by such things.

Having said that, no one will really be willing to face the discovery that their hard work is not as easy as others' practice.

Mr. Ji, the same is true.

"Good boy!"

Zhou Jia's sudden outburst was obviously beyond Su E's expectation. He was almost in a panic for a moment, but he recovered in an instant.

The three levels of Shenhuang Jue are not the middle stage of Black Iron after all.

Even with the blessing of the five thunder characteristics, the level of Thunder Palm itself is still too low.

gap.

Still obvious.

"Chichi..."

"boom!"

His eyes condensed, and the energy within his body surged like a tidal wave. He pointed a finger, and a chill filled the place, and the expressions of several other people could not help but change.

Ren Nantian stood up suddenly:

"Brother Su, please show mercy!"

"Peng!"

Amidst the muffled sound, Zhou Jia didn't know when he had picked up the shield beside him, backed away crazily, broke through the wall and exited the house.

"Senior's fingering skills are exquisite."

His wrist trembled slightly, and he slowly lowered his shield, suppressing the restlessness of blood in his body:

"This junior is ashamed of himself, please take your leave first!"

As he said that, he held his hands far away from a few people.

There was also an abnormal flush on his face.

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"Da da……"

The maid gently knocked on the door:

"Miss, when will you go back?"

"squeak……"

The door opened, revealing a drunken cheek. She waved her hand and said:

"Miss You is drunk. She may not go back tonight. She may stay here. Don't worry, she will be fine with us here."

"But..." The maid hesitated.

"Nothing to worry about." Yurong frowned:

"This is Qihu Residence. The City Lord's Mansion and the Su Family are right next door. If anyone dares to cause trouble here, just go down and wait."

"When I'm leaving, I'll naturally call you. Don't bother us if you have nothing to do, so as not to ruin our fun."

The maid glanced into the room and saw Lei Mei waving her hands drunkenly, and she could only lower her head helplessly:

"yes."

After closing the door, Yurong lowered her head, a complex look flashed in her eyes. When she turned around, she was smiling brightly, and there was nothing wrong with her.

"Come!"

Returning to the wine table, she picked up the wine bottle beside her, held it down and shook it gently:

"We won't go home until we get drunk today!"

"Forget it."

The drunk Lei Mei shook his head and finally had some sense:

"I have something to do tomorrow, so I can't drink too much. I have to go back."

"Then...that's okay." Yurong's wrist trembled slightly and she filled the wine glass:

"One last drink."

"good!"

Lei Mei nodded and signaled to Qingye who was dazed beside him:

"One last drink!"

"Dry!"

Qingye roared, picked up the wine glass and poured it into his stomach, then burped and fell down under the table.

"Uh...hehe..."

Lei Mei's face turned red, and he picked up the wine glass with a smile:

"Qing Ye, it won't work either."

After drinking the wine, she staggered up and suddenly felt dizzy, and then Yurong beside the wine glass supported her body.

"Leimei, you are drunk."

Jade face lowered her head with an indifferent expression:

"I'll take you to a place to rest."

"You..." Lei Mei subconsciously felt something was wrong, but his chaotic consciousness could not provide a complete idea, so he could only collapse softly in the other person's arms.

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Secluded courtyard.

Yurong carefully placed Lei Mei on the bed, picked up the soaked towel and gently wiped the sweat on her cheek, her eyes flickering back and forth.

"Don't blame me."

"I...I can't help it."

Taking a deep breath, she gestured to the maid behind her:

"Go ahead and call Su An."

"yes."

The maid responded, turning her head and running towards the outside of the house.

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"Miss, aren't you going back?"

Zhou Jia stood at the door of Qihu Residence, and when someone blocked his way, he frowned:

"Did she say it herself?"

"Miss Yurong said it." The maid lowered her head and said:

"Elder, Qihu Residence does not accept male guests at night. Otherwise, you can rest in the side room so that you can get there in time even if something happens inside."

"never mind."

Zhou Jia’s voice was cold:

"Since the young lady has rested, Zhou cannot disturb her. Some guards will be left here. The others will go back first and come back early tomorrow morning."

"As for safety..."

"Nothing has ever happened to Qihuju."

"Yes." The maid responded.

"Elder Zhou." Lei Yue approached cautiously:

"Are you okay?"

Just now, he followed Zhou Jia to meet Xue Xiao and others, and saw with his own eyes that Zhou Jia was blasted out by Su Er, and his expression was unnatural along the way.

In all likelihood, he was injured.

"What do you think?"

Zhou Jia turned around and stepped forward.

"It doesn't matter." Lei Yue trotted to keep up, his voice pleasing:

"Victory or defeat is a common thing for a soldier. You are still young. Those people are in their 70s and 80s and have not been around for long. They are not worthy of being angry."

"In a few years, I'm afraid they will have to obey you."

"You mean..." Zhou Jia tilted his head:

"Let me endure it?"

"Hey!" Lei Yue sighed:

"What can I do if I can't bear it? People have to bow their heads under the eaves. This is what you always said, but I have always followed it."

"I can be safe and sound these days, thanks to the word "forbearance."

He said with a proud smile.

In his opinion, Zhou Jia had no other choice. He couldn't beat him, his status was inferior, and no one could bring justice to him.

"Yeah."

Zhou Jia was noncommittal:

"Let's go!"

"yes."

Lei Yue responded and followed for a while, his expression gradually becoming confused:

"Elder Zhou, are we going the wrong way?"

"No."

Zhou Jia stepped to the door of a small courtyard, slapped the door away, and strode in.

"who!"

"How dare you to make trouble here?"

Immediately.

Angry roars came from the courtyard.

"Ha ha……"

Zhou Jia laughed loudly, stepped inside, and gestured to the person inside:

"Brother Su Yan, do we meet again?"

"It's you, Zhou Jia." Su angrily said:

"How did you find this place..."

"no."

He shook his head quickly and said:

"Elder Zhou has something to do with me?"

"Brother Su, have you forgotten?" Zhou Jia grinned:

"Senior Su asked you to learn more from me just now. You also said that you would like to ask me for more advice when you have time. Isn't Zhou here right now?"

"Huh?" Su said angrily:

"I... I just said it casually, Elder Zhou... don't take it to heart."

"Hey!" Zhou Jia shook his head:

"Brother Su and I are of the same age. If we hadn't obtained the Black Iron by chance, I might not be as strong as you. We just wanted to communicate more."

"What a coincidence!"

He paused and said:

"At the banquet just now, Senior Su gave Zhou some pointers and reciprocated the favor. Why don't we two also compete?"

"ah!"

Su Yan's expression was distorted and he stammered:

"No need."

"Elder Zhou's skills are so exquisite that Su is ashamed of himself."

He waved his hands repeatedly:

"There is no need to discuss."

"What did you say?" Zhou Jia frowned and said:

"Everyone in the world says that Brother Su has a romantic nature and is unlikely to become a great person, but in fact, Brother Su is already at the tenth level at a young age. He obviously practiced quietly in secret before he became famous in one fell swoop."

"With such perseverance, Zhou feels ashamed."

"As for the martial arts skills..."

"What the Su family has learned is the real secret skill. Just now, Zhou was lucky enough to see Senior Su's Xuan Bing Jin and Ice Soul Sword Fingers."

"It's really breathtaking!"

Su An waved his hands frantically and wanted to refuse, then Zhou Jia said:

"Brother Su, don't worry. I know your cultivation is not as good as mine. I will suppress your cultivation and won't hurt you."

As he spoke, he punched the opponent in the face with one punch.

Lei Yue in the back had a weird expression, watching helplessly as Zhou Jia punched and kicked Su Angui until his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, his head was bleeding, and he flew backwards wailing loudly.

‘No wonder they say you must never offend Elder Zhou. This man never takes revenge overnight. It was a fluke that he was not killed on the spot. ’

'Sure enough! ’

'but……'

‘The attack seems too harsh? ’

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones also made his heart tremble.

At this time.

A maid hurried over outside the courtyard gate.

"Su..."

"Um?"

The maid's voice faltered and she froze on the spot.