Peerless God of War

"Alas, I'm out of money again."

The young monk shook his head and sighed, with a bitter look on his face. It can be seen that money is very important to him, and he has no money. As the saying goes, a penny can make a hero fail, and this is the best portrayal.

However, his feet were not slow at all, and he hurried into the island, fearing that someone would take his place.

The problem of money can be solved slowly after all. Even if there is no money, as long as this life can survive temporarily, there is still hope, and it can continue to become stronger. But if you stay outside the island and die unexpectedly, then everything will be over.

It can be said that the young monk's thoughts at this time are very appropriate and coincide with many people.

The middle-aged monk smiled contemptuously. He has seen many such poor ghosts. He dreams of coming to the sea for adventure, or encountering some adventure, soaring into the sky, and ascending to heaven in one step. He has seen many such people, and it can be said that there are too many.

However, most of these people's endings are not good. They either live a life of mediocrity, like flies, or suddenly disappear one day, and no one may know where they died.

He has no sympathy for such people.

Of course, he will not ridicule or mock these people, because there is no need, and doing so will only lower his own level.

Shaking his head, the middle-aged monk continued: "Okay, next one."

At this time, Xiaolong came up and cut in line, saying: "Wait, I want to cut in line."

"Cut in line?" The middle-aged monk's face sank, his eyebrows stood up, and his eyes showed a dangerous look.

Obviously, cutting in line is very unwelcome to him.

Sure enough, after seeing Xiaolong's intention, the people behind him immediately exploded, staring at Xiaolong fiercely, with murderous eyes, and some even cursed without hesitation.

"You dare to cut in line, kid, you are so brave, dare to cut in my line? Get out of here quickly."

"No cutting in line, whoever dares to cut in line and stands in front of me, I will be the first to kill him, kid, I advise you to get out of here as soon as possible if you know what's good for you."

"That's right, the last person who dared to cut in line, the wound on his face hasn't healed yet, what, kid, do you also want to try my slap, is it strong enough?" At this time, a muscular man who was supposed to be his turn, walked up to Xiaolong aggressively, and threatened in a very unfriendly tone.

The several people standing behind the muscular man also surrounded him with fierce eyes, trying to force Xiaolong back.

The middle-aged monk saw this and didn't say much, watching the scene with a sneer, he wanted to see what kind of courage this guy who suddenly appeared had to say such a thing.

"Oh?" Xiaolong was not in a hurry at all, but was calm and composed. He showed a strange smile on his face, turned around and looked at the muscular man, and said, "You want to compete with me in muscle?"

It can be seen that this muscular man should be a physical cultivator, and has the cultivation of the late stage of the Manifestation of Saints. His momentum is like a rainbow, and his blood is as vigorous as a monster, which is very amazing. There are runes on his body that look like monsters. Obviously, he has practiced some extremely powerful secrets.

It must be said that with the strength of this muscular man, he is indeed strong enough among these casual cultivators. No wonder he is so confident.

However, it is not good enough in front of Xiaolong. At this time, Xiaolong has long been able to fully control his own power, so he is very introverted and his breath is smooth. He looks like an ordinary cultivator in the Manifestation of Saints, and even a trace of demonic power can't be seen.

Naturally, this muscular man can't sense the difference between them at all, but this also gives Xiaolong a good opportunity to establish his prestige.

Sure enough, the muscular man stood up with a look of dissatisfaction, and came to Xiaolong. His two huge eyes were red, and he glared at Xiaolong fiercely, cursing, saying: "It's me, so what? Humph, if you dare to cut in line in front of me today, you have to ask the fist in my hand first, you..."

Snap!

Before he finished speaking, there was a very crisp sound, like a thunderclap, resounding in the whole sky, and everyone was stunned for a while.

The muscular man tilted his head and leaned to the side. The whole person's eyes were full of the two big words "dazed", but the waves of burning pain from the left side of his face were extremely real.

A huge handprint, the deep red color was almost purple, was printed on his face fiercely, showing everyone what happened in this scene just now.

It turned out that Xiaolong took advantage of the other party's inattention and slapped the other party's face fiercely, hitting the other party's left face high and swollen, like a ripe big bun, very scary.

Because Xiaolong's blow was so fierce and painful, the people in the queue nearby gasped in fear.

There were continuous hissing sounds, and it felt like a slap on their face, and their teeth hurt a lot.

Some people subconsciously covered their faces when they saw it, with fear in their eyes, and they couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of Xiaolong's strength.

Although these casual cultivators may not be the strongest, they still have good eyesight. They were able to slap the muscular man in the face at such a close distance, and the other party did not react at all. This strength is enough to explain many problems.

Involuntarily, those who were shouting loudly just now quickly shut up. After all, in the God's Domain, although there are certain rules, there is actually only one biggest rule, that is, fists.

Whoever has the bigger fist has the say.

For a moment, the people in the queue behind were so scared that they quickly stepped back two or three steps and made room to avoid being caught in the crossfire, which would be very embarrassing.

"It's so miserable. You got slapped so hard. Look, it's swollen. It's so miserable." Passersby saw it and couldn't help but whispered mockingly.

"What a domineering guy! What is his origin? He just slapped me in the face. As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face. This slap was a solid one. I'm afraid he won't be able to get off the stage." Someone couldn't help but tease.

Being humiliated by the comments of the crowd, the muscular man was humiliated and lost all face. He was angry and furious. How could he give up? His whole face, including his neck, was red like a red-hot iron. He roared fiercely: "You dare to hit me? You are looking for death. Today, I must kill you."