Chapter 538

"Don't talk nonsense! Situ Qinglong is said to be an expert. His ear power is much more sensitive than that of ordinary people."

Nearby Wang Biao also said with a calm face.

He was lucky enough to enter the party because of the big boss he followed.

It can be said that any person in the hall is many levels higher than him.

"Is this old man or an expert?"

Stefanie Sun stuck out her tongue.

The next moment, Stefanie Sun's voice stopped suddenly. Situ Qinglong was looking at her with a smile.

"It seems that he really heard me and smiled at me. Is there really a Wulin expert in this world?"

Stefanie Sun's face was stiff.

Li Changsheng could not help shaking his head.

Situ Qinglong is a strong man in the divine realm, not to mention Stefanie Sun's muttering. As long as he wants, the sound of a mosquito flapping its wings within 100 meters can't hide from his ears.

At this time, situ Qinglong was already in the entrance, and many people came forward to greet him.

The Dragon Lord of Hongmen, a super strong man, no matter whether they support him to become the new master of the northern Jianghu or not, at least no one is willing to offend him.

"Hello, everyone! Thank you for coming to my banquet in your busy schedule."

Situ Qinglong walked into the middle of the living room and said with a smile.

"Mr. situ, you're welcome. You're the Dragon Lord of Hongmen. It should be our honor to be invited by you."

A middle-aged man said loudly. Although he was suspected of flattering, he received a lot of response.

"Yes, what kind of identity Mr. situ is. If he can invite us, he will give us face."

"Mr. situ wants to build a Hongmen branch in the north. All of us agree with him."

"I think Mr. situ's ability should be the leader of our northern Wulin."

"Our northern Wulin has been a mess these years. We need a leader to lead us."

There are also many big people present. They are usually high above the top, but now they flatter. They are not red and gasping.

Situ Qinglong seemed very satisfied with the atmosphere in front of him, and the smile on his face was also very bright.

"Fart! The old man can't walk well. He won't live long. Where can he be the leader of my northern Wulin?"

A rough voice suddenly sounded, and instantly overshadowed all the flattery.

Compared with Stefanie Sun's ignorance at that time, this voice was clearly deliberately mocking situ Qinglong.

"Who?"

All eyes searched in the field.

Standing up at such a time and saying such words, it was clear that situ Qinglong didn't pay attention to him and came to make trouble.

"You don't have to look for it. I'm here."

At this time, a figure stood up.

With a strong body and a tall head, he stands out from the crowd.

Soon everyone recognized his identity and officially sat in Bator next to Miao Juntao.

Many people were relieved to see Barto stand up.

This Bator was originally a violent temper. What's more, he showed hostility to situ Qinglong just after entering the hall. It's normal to stand up at this time.

"I don't know, sir?"

Situ Qinglong still spoke with great grace.

"I'm your grandpa Barto, situ Qinglong. You're a fake foreign devil. If you want to make waves in the northern Wulin, first ask your fist if you agree."

Barto then walked directly to the center of the hall and said coldly, "they all say that situ Qinglong is powerful, so I will meet you. If you can't even pass my level, I advise you to roll up your bedding and go back to your foreign hometown as soon as possible."

Hearing Barto's words, situ Qinglong was not angry, but smiled and winked at a strong black man nearby.

The strong man understood what he meant and stood up.

"It's not enough for you to provoke our boss. Let me meet you first."

The Negro said it in fluent Chinese.

The black man was also a power player. After he said something, he directly punched and bumped into Barto.

This Bator is a warrior in the realm of King Kong and a natural divine power. Every move, fist and foot contains great power.

Originally, he didn't care about the black man, but after a few punches with the other party, his face changed color.

The other party is equal to him in strength and even more skilled in skills.

"You say these two big fools, who is more powerful?"

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway, and Stefanie Sun is completely watching the excitement.

"Barto should be more powerful."

Wang Biao, Wang Wen'an's uncle, said.

"Barto is a famous expert in the northern Jianghu. Our boss thinks highly of him. It is said that he has killed more than 30 killers with guns with his bare hands. He once smashed a solid hammer into a cake shape with his fist, so I think Barto will win."

"So powerful?"

Both Wang Wen'an and Stefanie Sun were agitated.

How does it sound like a plot that only appears on TV when one fights more than 30 people and flattens the hammer with one punch.

"What do you think, Mr. Li?"

Seeing that Li Changsheng didn't speak, Wang Biao asked with a smile.

From Wang Wen'an's mouth, he has learned that Li Changsheng's background is indeed very unusual. So he intends to close the relationship with Li Changsheng.

"My opinion is just the opposite of yours. I think Barto will lose. Although they are similar in strength, the black man is a notch higher than Barto in realm."

"Realm?"

All three of them were confused. They were not cultivators. Naturally, they didn't know what martial arts realm was. They just thought that whoever had greater strength and better skills could win.

Wang Wen'an and Stefanie Sun listened in the clouds, while Wang Biao shook his head directly.

"Mr. Li, you have to guess wrong this time. In addition to battling more than 30 killers and flattening the hammer, Barto has another more powerful record. If you listen to it, you will know how powerful Barto is."

Before Wang Biao said anything, he was interrupted by Li Changsheng.

"No matter what his deeds are, he will lose today."

Even Wang Biao was aroused.

"Mr. Li, are you so sure? Why don't we make a bet."

As soon as they heard that they wanted to bet, Stefanie Sun and Wang Wen'an came to cheer up.

"How's it going? Does Mr. Li dare to gamble with my uncle?"

Wang Wen'an is using the method of provocation.

He knows his uncle very well and will never lose everything. He is a very rigorous person.

"There's no need to bet, because it's too late."

"What do you mean?"

All three of them were puzzled. Then, they saw that the black man in the field suddenly swung his legs on Barto's chest, and Barto was pulled out. After landing, his mouth continued to spit blood.

Both of them are innate strength fighters. They can easily open mountains and crack rocks. However, because there are many people present, they have some scruples about fighting. They integrate the fighting method into their boxing. Outsiders seem to be just boxing and foot collision. In the eyes of experts, each move is no less powerful than a bomb explosion.

Barto was swept into his chest, but it was no less than being hit by a high-speed train.

Even with the strength of his body, he still can't bear it.

There was silence in the field.

After more than twenty seconds, someone came on and helped Bator down.

At this time, Barto kept spitting blood in his mouth. When he was held to the chair, he was like a dead dog, as if he would die at any time.

"Who are you still coming?"

The black man spoke in fluent Chinese, and his provocative eyes swept through many people present.

For a moment, no one dared to speak. They were shocked by his momentum just now.