After going down the mountain, I got divorced seven times

Chapter 466 This is Hot Summer

Su Ming didn't believe that the god of death was so strong that there would be a shortage of women in Damei Country. If it wasn't intentional, it would be basically impossible to moleste an ordinary woman.

Facing Su Ming's scolding, the Grim Reaper looked at him in confusion.

The people around him were also chattering in the Mei language.

Su Ming sneered, "Pretend not to understand?"

He suddenly took a step forward, and a vast coercion suddenly descended on the head of the god of death!
At this level of strength, the communication barrier of voice is not that difficult. Even if Su Ming has never learned Meiyu, he can still understand the general meaning. No matter how bad it is, people's expressions can always read something, right?

If one reaches the Martial Emperor class, the power of the soul can automatically distinguish these languages, and there is no need for translation at all.

This god of death has a strength comparable to the eighth heaven of martial arts, enough to be called a peerless arrogance, even if there is an external force, it is not easy.

He couldn't believe that the man couldn't understand what he was saying.

Then there was only one reason, he was deliberately irritating himself.

The power of Su Ming's soul is comparable to that of the Martial Emperor's Third Heaven. When he and Duan Chaosheng dealt with Huang Xin, he had already revealed it, but very few people knew about it.

Even Xia Ling and the girls don't know this.

The god of death didn't pay attention to Su Ming at all, but when the coercion approached, his expression suddenly changed, his breathing was blocked, his legs bent slightly, and he suddenly knelt down.

However, he stood up again at the last moment, but the companion beside him was not so lucky, and fell to his knees directly, and the sound of dong dong sounded continuously.

Zhang Feng looked at Su Ming in surprise, the strength of his spirit was really terrifying.

It would be fine if Su Ming had the strength of the Martial Emperor, but he only has the Martial Venerable Seventh Heaven, Zhang Feng had to sigh, it was not accidental that this kid had these encounters.

The god of death blushed, and finally said in a not-so-fluent Chinese: "You have no right to do anything to us!"

Su Ming didn't bother to talk to him, he kept his coercion at the level of a peak Martial Master, just enough to suppress these people without making them feel powerless to resist.

He turned his head to look at those young men and women, and asked, "What's going on?"

One of the young men also knew that Su Ming was his own, pointed at the god of death and said angrily: "We had a good supper, this guy suddenly came to tease my friends, we got angry with them and quarreled with them, but they were more serious Arrogant."

"Then we fought, never fought."

The young man felt a little ashamed when he said that, and his face turned red.

Su Ming nodded, looked at the god of death, squinted his eyes and said: "This is hot summer, you can't tolerate nonsense!"

As soon as the words fell, Su Ming raised his hand and pointed out!
Qingyang finger!
With the improvement of his strength, these exercises learned from the seventh floor of the Underworld Library Pavilion are more powerful than before.

At the beginning, he relied on these exercises to leapfrog the challenge, but now with just this finger, the face of the god of death changed drastically.

The coercion of the pinnacle Martial Lord can suppress him, and his soul doesn't seem to be strong, at least among the same level, it's just at that normal level.

What is strong is the physical body.

This news can tell Xia Ling and Li Caishuang that when the time comes to focus on the soul, this god of death will definitely not be able to bear it.

At this moment, a figure appeared out of thin air, and with a wave of his hand, Su Ming's Qingyang finger was scattered.

Zhang Feng voice transmission: "Here we come."

Su Ming frowned slightly, and looked at the middle-aged man who appeared in front of the Death God group. This man's strength seemed to be comparable to that of Zhang Feng, and Zhang Feng was a middle-ranked Martial Emperor, and he was about to enter the high-level stage. the first-order kind.

It is similar to the ancient rhyme of Yanbozong before.

"It is said that Yanxia is a country of etiquette, your Excellency's actions are too vicious."

That Emperor Wu spoke in very fluent Chinese.

Su Ming sneered, "Vicious? It's true that Yanxia is a state of etiquette, but I can't tolerate you people being presumptuous here. Do you really think that I, the vice president of the martial arts association, is just a display? If you dare to indulge, I think it's better Don't wait until the martial arts competition in three days, just solve it now, how about it?"

As soon as this remark came out, there was a burst of applause from all around!

"It turned out to be the vice president of the martial arts association! The vice president is awesome!!"

The young man who was questioned by Su Ming shouted excitedly.

There were a lot of people watching at the supper stall itself, and those young women all looked at Su Ming with eyes full of admiration.

Being at the foot of the emperor in Kyoto, even ordinary people are no strangers to the Wuxie. Occasionally, a warrior uses martial arts to commit a crime, and the Wuxie will send people to arrest him immediately.

This kind of efficiency has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Now hearing Su Ming's words, while shocked that the vice president of the martial arts association is so young, everyone couldn't help but feel proud.

This is the motherland behind them!

The middle-aged man was also slightly taken aback, his jewel-like pupils shrank slightly, Long Chen had been receiving them before, but he never thought that Su Ming would be able to take the position of vice president at such a young age.

(End of this chapter)