City: Cultivating Immortals for a Thousand Years, Returning to Be a Dad

The whole hall was silent at this moment, and you could hear a pin drop!

The scene just now was too weird. This seemingly ordinary handsome young man could break a person's sternum with just a light press.

Such strength is really incredible.

Everyone held their breath and looked at An Ziping in horror.

"Brother Tiger..."

The dying young man lying on the ground spoke with difficulty. But before he finished speaking, his eyes widened and his whole body trembled.

Puff~~~

A column of blood spurted out of his throat, and he died.

Dead!!

The people watching around were startled and dodged.

An Ziping stood there indifferently.

At the same time, in a VIP room on the third floor of the club, two men were standing in front of the huge French window and looking down.

From this position, they could see the scene below clearly, including An Ziping's actions.

After seeing this scene, one of the middle-aged men's face was as black as ink, and his fists were creaking.

His eyes were deep, with a hint of coldness, and a hint of violent aura was faintly revealed on his body.

It was Li Hu, the helmsman of the Spark Group.

"Where did this kid come from? He dared to make trouble in my territory!" Li Hu's tone was very cold. There was murderous intent in his eyes.

Then he took out the intercom and prepared to call more people over.

"Wait, Master Hu"

At this time, the old man in a Tang suit next to him stopped him.

"I see this man is so skilled, he must be an ancient martial artist. He just pressed lightly and broke someone's sternum. He must have practiced inch-force kung fu, at least a middle-stage Ming-force martial artist."

The old man in Tang suit stroked his beard and said.

"What? A Ming-force master?" Li Hu frowned after hearing this.

Although he is the tyrant of Ningnan City and is not afraid of anyone. But these are for ordinary people.

Facing the ancient martial artists, he has an invisible fear.

Because the ancient martial artists will not abide by various rules, they only obey the strong. And once the ancient martial artists anger them, they will even take destructive actions, which is the cruelty of the ancient martial artists.

And the real strong ones among the ancient martial artists are beyond the secular world and have unpredictable power. They are a group of extremely special existences.

Just like the top masters in martial arts novels.

In modern society, there are very few ancient martial artists. After all, these people not only need to spend huge resources to cultivate, but also must have talent. Such a person is rare.

For example, the old man in front of him, Mo Jianming, is an ancient martial artist, and has reached the initial stage of dark energy.

This time, he invited him to come here to cooperate with his Weiyang Martial Arts School and train some fighters for himself.

Mo Jianming smiled calmly, looking like a hermit, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this man is so young, his cultivation can't be that high. In my opinion, his cultivation is at most the middle stage of bright energy. So, make me a cup of tea, I'll be back soon."

"Thank you, Master Mo, Master Mo has solved this matter, and Li will definitely reward you!" Li Hu saw this and hurriedly clasped his fists in gratitude.

"Well, no problem." Mo Jianming waved his hand, motioning Li Hu to wait for a moment, and then turned and left.

Seeing Mo Jianming strolling leisurely, Li Hu also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and felt a lot more relaxed.

"Hmph, no matter who you are, you have to die here today!"

Li Hu said viciously while looking at An Ziping below, with a hint of sinisterness in his voice.

Downstairs, after An Ziping dealt with the tattooed young man, he was ready to go upstairs.

But at this moment, he felt a breath of martial arts coming.

Looking up, he saw an old man in a Tang suit slowly walking towards the stairs.

The old man's steps were steady, not fast or slow, but gave people a great sense of pressure.

"Look, it's Director Mo of Weiyang Martial Arts Hall!"

Seeing Mo Jianming appear, someone in the crowd suddenly exclaimed, and it seemed that they knew Mo Jianming.

At this time, another person on the side was also shocked, "I didn't expect him to be here too."

"Who is this Director Mo?" Hearing the two exclaim, someone asked puzzledly.

"Director Mo is the director of the most popular martial arts school in the north of the city. It is said that he practices the Southern Style Hung Fist. Last time I was in the martial arts school, I saw him teaching students. He blew up a three-centimeter-thick steel plate with one punch. It was really powerful."

"Oh? Is he really that strong?" Hearing this person

Some people were obviously a little skeptical.

After all, how much force would it take to break a three-centimeter-thick steel plate?

"Why would I lie to you? I recorded it with my phone at the time." Seeing everyone's doubts, the man immediately took out his phone and showed everyone the video.

"Damn, it's really amazing." After watching the video, everyone no longer doubted Mo Jianming's strength and exclaimed.

At this time, everyone's eyes turned to An Ziping. Now a real master appeared, and they were ready to see what An Ziping would do.

However, An Ziping still stood there with a calm face.

After Mo Jianming appeared, he enjoyed the discussions of the audience, and he was in a very comfortable mood. He couldn't help but raise a curve at the corner of his mouth, and then looked at An Ziping.

When he saw An Ziping's calm face, he was also secretly surprised. He didn't expect that this young man was still so calm after hearing his deeds. It seems that he is not simple.

So he stepped forward and said with a smile: "My friend, I don't know if there is any misunderstanding between you and Mr. Li. Why don't you give me some face and sit down and talk?"

He looked like a martial arts master. Seeing this, everyone nodded secretly. This demeanor showed that he was a master.

An Ziping just shook his head gently when he heard it, "Who do you think you are? Do you deserve my face?"

Huh?

When this was said, everyone thought they had heard it wrong. They widened their eyes and were stunned. Then they looked at An Ziping as if they were looking at a monster.

This is the director of Weiyang Martial Arts Hall, an ancient martial artist! In their eyes, he is like a god.

Unexpectedly, he was insulted by An Ziping like this, which made everyone secretly curse, thinking that An Ziping was too arrogant and didn't take Weiyang Martial Arts Hall seriously at all.

Even Li Hu on the third floor couldn't help but sneer,

"Haha, young people are young people, they are so arrogant and domineering in everything they do!"

Mo Jianming was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious.

"You are looking for death!"

Mo Jianming was instantly furious, and then his whole body exuded a terrifying aura, like a beast awakening.

The temperature around seemed to drop at this moment, and all the onlookers retreated.

"Is this the ancient martial arts master? I'm afraid this kid will not escape today!" Seeing the terrifying aura exuded by Mo Jianming, everyone couldn't help but secretly guess, and their hearts were filled with shock.