Kang Long didn't even look back, let alone move. He was kicked hard by the sick man in the back. He felt an abnormal pain in his back, but he didn't even make a sound, and his body was even more motionless.
Not moved.
The middle-aged sick man didn't expect that Kang Long didn't move away, and his face was stunned. The people next to him also felt baffled. But Kang Long seemed to have no intention of even looking back, and sat on the ground to himself, suppressing the pain in his heart.
anger.
He didn't want to expose himself, so he chose to be patient. But if this sick man continued to provoke him, he couldn't be blamed for being rude.
The arrogant young man and the few subordinates around him regarded him as nothing more than a useless waste and lost interest in him.
Kang Long glanced coldly at the people around him and simply closed his eyes, planning to just endure it until the martial arts conference starts tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, when the middle-aged sick man saw that he was easy to bully, he seemed to be interested. He stood up, walked up to him, kicked him, and said to him with disdain: "Hey, boy, you are wearing a
If you have anything to eat, offer it to me. Once I am happy, I will stop causing trouble to you."
Kang Long opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged sick man with a neutral look. The middle-aged sick man had a sallow complexion and a few strands of yellow, hay-like beard on his chin. Although his body was relatively strong, he still had a strong body.
The whole thing gave people a very sinister feeling. He was looking at Kang Long with disdain and teasing, with an obvious look of ridicule in his eyes.
There was an old beggar who knew him next to him. He couldn't see it and couldn't help but said: "Biao Da Chong, you are also a famous master-level expert in the southwest area, how can you compete with a strange boy? You are so pitiful, forget it.
, let him go."
The middle-aged sick man, who was called a big bug, glared viciously at the old beggar who spoke, and shouted: "Damn it, Sun Laohuazi, you have nothing to do here, I want you to mind your own business. I am
If you don’t like him, what’s the matter? Could it be that he is your son or your grandson? You even dare to interfere in my affairs, you are so damn tired of living!”
The old beggar, who was also a famous figure in the southwest, was furious when he heard this. He jumped up from the ground, pointed at the sick man and cursed: "Zhou Bing, the old woman can't stand it. I advise you not to bully others too much.
Be careful of getting into trouble, don't think that with your three-legged cat skills, you dare to make noises on this Huashan Mountain!"
The sick man sneered and said: "Why, Sun Laohuazi, are you not convinced? Do you want to stand up for your cheap son? Come on, I want to see if you dare to take action!"
Although the old beggar was old, he was still very angry, and he was quite honest and straightforward. He immediately pulled out the dog-beating stick stuck in his waist and started to attack.
Kang Long didn't wait for the two of them to take action, but stood up, suddenly with his usual bastard smile on his face, and said to the middle-aged sick man Zhou Bing: "What do you want to eat?"
Neither Zhou Bing nor the old beggar expected that Kang Long, who had been afraid and silent just now, would actually stand up as if he was not afraid of anything. Zhou Bing looked at him, and although his face was shocked for a moment, he still changed to disdain and said sarcastically.
: "Stop talking nonsense, bring me whatever you have."
Kang Long smiled and said: "Okay, the thing is in my arms, you can just pick it up yourself."
The old beggar immediately shouted urgently: "That boy, how dare you say such things to the big bug? He is a person who has always been famous for being vicious in the southwest. Go away quickly, I will stop him for you!"
Zhou Bingque raised his head and laughed, pointing at the old beggar and Kang Long and jokingly said: "Damn it, Sun Laohuazi, it seems that this kid really may be your son, ah..."
Zhou Bing's eyes suddenly widened. He wanted to touch his neck with his hands in disbelief, but found that his whole body seemed to have suddenly lost all power and was not obeying his orders. He stared blankly at Kang Long, but saw Kang Long
There was originally a black thing on his hand, but he put it away instantly.
Blood spurted out violently from his neck, shooting five or six feet away. Zhou Bing was like a rag bag that had lost its support. He fell to the ground on his back with a bang, twitched a few times, and died!
Everyone present looked at Kang Long with wide eyes, full of surprise and disbelief.
No one saw how he made the move just now. Sun Laohuazi, who was the closest, only saw his hand move slightly, and then a black light flashed across Zhou Bing's neck, and the speed was so fast.
Fast, even faster than thunder and lightning!
After the black light flashed, Zhou Bing was already dead!
No matter how you say it, Zhou Bing is a master of Xuan Gong, but he didn't even have a chance to react, and was killed by this inconspicuous and unpretentious man in a strange and unpredictable manner.
This is too weird and scary.
The person who was laughing at Kang Long just now felt as if someone had slapped his ears hard several times, and his face was pale and ugly.
Sun Laohuazi also opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a moment.
The four subordinates around the young man immediately surrounded the young man and looked at Kang Long with wary expressions, fearing that he would remember what happened just now and take advantage of their unpreparedness to use the same method to retaliate against their master.
Family son.
Although the short and thin Grandmaster-level expert had a serious look on his face, he no longer looked down upon him as before.
Maybe Kang Long couldn't compare to him in terms of skill, but in terms of killing techniques, he was definitely not as good as Kang Long. He could tell this from how Zhou Bing was instantly killed.
He may be the only one around him who saw the angle of Kang Long's attack and the weird weapon he used. However, he still couldn't figure out from which angle he should resist and how to resolve it if he was attacked this time.
This knife.
Cold sweat flowed from his back, but outsiders could not see it.
Kang Long glanced at the five of them coldly, put on a bastard-like smile again, and even said hello to them, smiling calmly and saying: "I really want to be alone, and don't want to cause any trouble.
, so, you bastards, please stay away from me."
The young man who was surrounded by people snorted coldly, curled his lips in disdain, and whispered: "Isn't it great to kill a loser?"
Kang Long ignored him, and still walked to the place where he was lying just now, and lay down lazily. If it weren't for Zhou Bing, who was still alive and kicking just now, the body would be in front of everyone, with hot blood still spurting from his neck, and no one would
No one would have thought that this strange man, who looked ordinary, was actually a hidden master of murder.
Everyone did not dare to look at him anymore and stopped turning their heads to pretend to look at the scenery around them. However, Sun Laozi came over, stretched out his thumb and praised: "Little brother, what a handsome kung fu, old son Sun Yuanhua, I don't know what little brother
What do you call me? You have eliminated a harm to our southwestern martial arts community."
The aging descendant Sun Yuanhua, who was quite familiar with him, walked up to Kang Long with a dog-beating stick, unceremoniously sat down next to him, and looked at Kang Long with interest.
Kang Long smiled. This old beggar looked to be in his fifties or sixties. His hair was disheveled behind his gray beard. His face was like a rag, dirty and wrinkled. When he looked ridiculous, he looked cheerful and kind.
That kind of insidious and cunning person.
Moreover, this old man had just wanted to help him out, and also wanted to help him stop Zhou Bing to help him escape. Such heroic and righteous actions are not something ordinary people can do, especially in these war-torn times when human lives are at stake.
It is especially valuable in an era when integrity is as cheap as grass and has faded into obscurity.
For this reason, Kang Long was embarrassed to ask the old beggar Sun Yuanhua to stay away from him.
"Young man is an unknown person. There is no need to go into detail, Old Man Sun. I just want to observe this martial arts conference and have no other ideas. Thank you very much, Old Man Sun, for speaking up." Kang Long cupped his hands and said calmly.
Sun Yuanhua didn't take it seriously. He pointed at Zhou Bing's corpse on the ground with his dog-beating stick and said: "This big sick insect is the scum of the martial arts world. I, the old woman, have long wanted to get rid of him. Unfortunately, I am getting older and my kung fu is not as good as his. I have never been able to do it."
You can succeed. Little brother, you are so young, but you have such means. You must be determined to win this martial arts competition, right? Don’t deny it, I, the old man, don’t believe it. You came to Huashan purely to watch people compete!