Su Hang looked at Fang Lixing, who was trembling on the stage, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Boss Fang, you don't seem to have a good memory!"

"Master Su, please spare me this time!"

Fang Lixing was so scared that he was out of his mind and hurriedly begged for mercy to Su Hang.

"Why are you mingling with Zhao Wuji? I don't care, but you ask his senior brother to take revenge. What do you use to calculate this account?" Su Hang said calmly.

"Master Su...Master Su, I am so young that I have no eyes. Please spare my life. I will pay all my assets to you. I will never dare to cause trouble for Master Su again in the future."

"No need!"

Su Hang glanced at Fang Lixing indifferently, and this indifferent glance scared Fang Lixing to the point of being possessed.

"Only the dead will not cause me any trouble."

Su Hang said without saying a word, and he trembled his hand and typed a coin.

"puff!"

Fang Lixing, who was asking for mercy, suddenly a blood sword burst out from his eyebrows, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He looked at Su Hang with unwilling eyes, and his huge body thumped and fell to the ground.

Su Hang looked at Fang Lixing's body and said indifferently: "If I had known this day, why would you have to be the first!"

How could Su Hang keep the person who wants to kill him?

As for Meng Jiurong and Meng Guangqin who saw Su Hang kill another person casually, let alone the expressions of the father and son, they almost scared him.

Su Hang's magical power shocked everyone, and no one dared to compete on stage.

The host watched Su Hang walk down the ring slowly, and did not dare to say anything, but directly called out to end the entire ring event.

Several big guys in the audience came up carefully and greeted Su Hang, and then left in a hurry.

Su Hang is a god of killing. Who dares to chat with him here without any trouble?

Just as several big shots said goodbye one after another, Meng Jiurong and Meng Guangqin walked towards Su Hang timidly.

"Master Su...Master Su, I...I am Meng Jiurong from Shicheng County. We are fellow villagers." Meng Jiurong looked at Su Hang with calmness and said tremblingly.

Su Hang looked at Meng Guangqin's playful smile.

"We are not only fellow villagers, but also my son is also a high school classmate, and we have a deep friendship!"

Su Hang deliberately bit the friendship very deeply and severely.

Meng Jiurong slapped Meng Guangqin's head suddenly.

"You bastard, don't you apologize to Master Su."

Meng Guangqin glanced at Su Hang in fear and whispered in fear: "Master Su...Master Su, I was wrong just now. Please don't be as good as me. Uh, it was my fault before, so Master Su can forgive me."

Su Hang looked at the trembling eyes of Meng Jiurong and Meng Guangqin and his son, and sighed silently in his heart.

People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden.

This is true no matter in any era or in any plane. Only when you have a big fist and strong force can you be respected and feared by others.

In the past, Su Hang was bullied by gangster students because of his honesty and dullness.

If he had the ability he had now, who would dare to bully him!

However, all of this is a past tense.

Now he will never be bullied and oppressed by anyone. If so, he will fight back.

For example, Fang Lixing and Wushu who were already lying on the ground are examples.

"Forget it." Su Hang waved his hand boredly, "After all the time, I'm a classmate. Since it's already a thing of the past, don't mention it anymore. After a while, I'll go home to check it out. Maybe I'll meet two more."

"Thank you, Master Su, show your mercy and keep your son alive." Meng Jiurong hurriedly stepped forward and said, "If Master Su returns home, what is the point of Jiurong? Jiurong will definitely serve his whole life and will never refuse."

"Forget it, you guys go."

Su Hang waved his hand and urged Meng Jiurong and his son to leave quickly.

As soon as Fang Lixing died, the territory of Sitong Town South Street and the territory controlled by Fang Lixing were all in Chen Dongxiang's hands.

The other big guys have no complaints about this.

Who dares? Su Hang, a killer god who kills without blinking an eye, is so powerful, but Chen Dongxiang invited him. Who dares to compete for territory with Chen Dongxiang for nothing?

Chen Dongxiang's awe of Su Hang was even more unparalleled. If Su Hang had not followed him today, the territory of Nanjie would not be preserved, and even his life would be in danger.

Su Hang has now become a god in his head mountain, and Chen Dongxiang almost burned incense to Su Hang.

Chen Dongxiang looked at the end of the ring match. Even the two corpses on the ground had been cleaned up. He asked Su Hang respectfully: "Master Su, look, do you need to do anything else?"

Su Hang retracted his thoughts and said lightly: "It's okay, go back."

"Okay, I'll go drive."

Chen Dongxiang bowed and left.

...

When he returned to Jiangzhou City, when he was about to part, Chen Dongxiang took out a knife from the trunk and held it to Su Hang in both hands. "Master Su, I heard from Abao that you need a good steel knife. I have already found someone to make it. Please check it out now."

Chen Dongxiang did not say why he didn't take out the knife at the beginning, but Su Hang also understood it.

After all, he didn't need a knife. If he took it out at the beginning, he probably was afraid that he would have no place to put it on, so he took it out now after he was separated.

Su Hang took it and took a look. The scabbard was relatively simple, without a gorgeous appearance, but it had a sharp feeling, as if there was something to be eaten by someone.

He pulled out the steel knife, and the knife was one meter long, shining with a cold light. Su Hang waved it a few times, feeling that he was careless and just use it. As long as he could practice the Wuji knife, he would be fine.

Looking at Su Hang's unsatisfied expression, Chen Dongxiang hurriedly explained: "Master Su, this is the best Damascus steel made in the world. It is extremely sharp. It can be said that iron is as sharp as mud. This is the best quality steel knife at present."

Su Hang looked at Chen Dongxiang's anxious look and said lightly: "It's okay, it's okay, you can go back."

Back at the villa, Su Hang studied the Wuji sword technique.

There are six swords in Wuji swords in total. Su Hang's current cultivation level can only learn from the first three swords. The first sword is unstoppable; the second sword is like a shadow; the third sword is like a strong wind.

The first sword was unstoppable. When there was no sword a few days ago, Su Hang was already familiar with the moves.

Walking to a tree six or seven meters in front of it, Su Hang raised his steel knife and slashed a sharp knife at the big tree as thick as a bucket.

I saw a half-meter-long sword aura loomingly flew out immediately and hit the big tree.

With a "click", the big tree as thick as a bucket broke down in response to the sound.

Su Hang nodded secretly.

Yes, not bad.

However, the essence of this unstoppable knife is not this simple knife.

The essence is that if this sword energy is blocked, it will become a more terrifying killing move.

At the half-tall tree stump of one person, Su Hang slashed another.

However, when the sword aura had just flew halfway, Su Hang shook his hand and shot out a coin, hitting the sword aura.

Logically speaking, if the sword energy is attacked, it should be dispersed.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!