Global High Martial Arts: I can draw endless labels

"This is it."

Luo Hui and a delegation from Songcheng stopped in front of a simple and atmospheric attic.

On a plaque hanging high, there are four big words written:

"No. 1 in the world"

"What a domineering name."

Lan Bingtong murmured behind Luo Hu.

The four pens move like dragons and snakes, and the powerful characters drawn with iron hooks and silver penetrating into the wood.

At first glance, you can feel the overwhelming momentum coming towards you.

"Of course, after all, this is the oldest building in Zhongzhou."

Luo Hu said calmly.

What I haven’t said yet is that this place is still an asset jointly controlled by the three great Saint Master families in Zhongzhou.

With those three beings who are comparable to the sky standing behind him, it is no exaggeration to call him the best in the world.

"Go in, I think other cities should have already arrived."

With a chuckle, Luo Hu, who was rarely dressed in formal attire, stepped in.

The Songcheng delegation filed in with many sighs of emotion.

This time, all the people who followed Luo Hui were familiar faces.

Such as the principals of major universities and several outstanding student representatives under them.

There are also several seedlings from the Songcheng Military Department.

This is all the people in Songcheng this time.

But everyone knows that they are just here to go through the motions and have a long experience.

After all, with that figure in front, they were not needed at all.

"The delegation from Songcheng arrived——"

Accompanied by a loud shout.

Dozens of eyes in the restaurant gathered together.

"Brother Hahaha, you are finally here."

"You don't know, brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come and sit down quickly. The seats have been prepared for you."

In the middle of the door, a fat warrior with a round face stood up and greeted him with a smile.

Several empty seats were opened beside him, and tea and cakes were set out.

There is something joyful about the invisible face when it smiles, and it also makes people feel a touch of innate closeness.

Several young people immediately wanted to find a seat to sit down.

However, Luo Hu only shook hands with the other party slightly, and then walked straight inside.

"Brother Luo, what do you mean by this? I've already prepared my position for you. Is it possible that you don't want to give your brother face?"

The fat warrior snorted dissatisfiedly and wanted to stop Luo Hu.

Luo Hu paused slightly.

He glanced around the lobby.

Suddenly, I found an area marked "Songcheng" quite close to the center.

A smile appeared on his face: "Commander Fang, I won't bother you to worry. I'd better take people to our location."

With that said, Luo Hu led people inside.

However, the expression on the fat man's face changed and he quickly stopped him: "Brother Luo, it's better to listen to my brother's advice."

"You can't sit in that position."

"Oh, I can't sit down. Why can't I sit down?"

Luo Hu was very puzzled.

He looked around and said, "Comrades, can anyone tell Luo why we, Songcheng, can't sit in the seat designated by the Zhongzhou Military Headquarters?"

But no one paid attention.

Everyone was sitting in their seats with smiles on their faces.

He looked like he was watching a good show.

Luo Hu smiled mockingly, and walked inside without saying anything more.

The fat warrior suddenly became anxious, bursting out with a tyrannical aura and blocking Luo Hu and others.

"Brother Luo, let's give my brother this face and don't sit there."

Luo Hu's face darkened.

"Fang, is it because I have given you face over the years, or are you getting braver and want to test the power of my Yama Gun again?"

Dark green spear light burst out.

The entire world's No. 1 building instantly fell into huge oppression.

Many people's expressions changed slightly, and they looked at the sharp figure in shock.

The mind recalled the wanton and unbridled style of this man back then.

The fat warrior's face suddenly turned pale.

Then I remembered that this Lord was not easy to talk to.

His face couldn't help but feel bitter, but with the order in hand, he couldn't let Luo Hu pass by at all.

Therefore, he could only hold on and block the front.

Luo Hu's aura subsided.

He glanced at the fat warrior with disgust and said in a cold voice: "Commander Fang, for the sake of being the same commander, I will give you a soft face and not embarrass you."

"But if the family behind you has anything to say, just ask them to tell me, what does pushing you out mean?"

After speaking, Luo Hu sneered and pushed the fat warrior aside.

Then he took the lead and headed towards that position.

But at this moment.

A bone fan flew silently from outside the door.

Go straight towards Rahu's back heart.

The faces of the people around him suddenly changed.

This blow was so vicious!

However, Luo Hu had already been on guard. He paused in his steps and picked up a chopstick on the table with his backhand.

The dark green aura flowed out, wrapped around the chopsticks, and turned into a small gun.

Bang!

Chopsticks and bone fans clashed together.

The explosion spread out a tiny storm.

Luo Hu pressed backhand and the storm disappeared.

And the fan also flew back upside down.

It fell into a hand as white as jade.

"I haven't seen you for three years. I didn't expect Commander Luo to still be so domineering."

An elegant voice sounded outside the door.

I saw a middle-aged scholar-like man wearing a white robe walking slowly in.

Behind him were seven or eight young men with strong auras.

"Commander Liancheng, you are here."

Seeing him, the fat warrior trotted over and said with a flattering smile.

"Commander Fang did a good job. I can see the potential of Commander Fang. It seems that the cooperation between my Third City and Commander Fang can be deepened this year."

The fat warrior's face suddenly showed a deep joy: "Thank you Commander Liancheng for your kindness and giving me such a great opportunity for my small city."

Looking at him, if there were not so many people around.

He would have knelt down and kowtowed.

Liancheng Youjue said gently: "It is also an honor for my Third City to cooperate with excellent people."

Listening to the elegant voice, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

If they hadn't just seen his vicious moves, some people would really treat him as a modest gentleman.

But at this moment, looking at the squinting and smiling face, Lan Bingtong and the others only felt a chill in their hearts.

This is a sinister venomous snake!

Luo Hou put the chopsticks back on the table, looked at Lian Cheng You Jue, and said with disgust: "Lian Cheng You Jue, you haven't changed much in three years."

"You are still that disgusting hypocrite."

After saying that, Luo Hou couldn't help but spit.

"Commander Luo, how can you talk like that! This is the commander-in-chief of the third city, how can you insult him like this."

The fat warrior growled.

But Luo Hou ignored him.

He waved to the people of Songcheng: "Come and sit down. You have been riding the sky car for so many days, and it's time to rest."

Lian Cheng You Jue frowned slightly and stepped on his feet.

Boom!

The violent momentum vented out.

Instantly, it trapped everyone in Songcheng.

The terrifying pressure fell on everyone, causing pain on their faces.

This is the power of the eighth heaven title!

How can they bear it?

The faces of people from other cities present changed slightly.

Lian Cheng You Jue's move has passed.

No matter what, we shouldn't attack this group of weaklings.

It seems that Luohou's words really broke his defense.

Many people know about the grudge between Luohou and Liancheng Youjue.

Looking at the development of the situation at this time, Liancheng Youjue seems to be determined not to let Luohou's Songcheng group have an easy time.

However, the first city and the second city have not arrived yet.

No one dares to interfere in their affairs.

Luohou's face suddenly changed, and he stomped on the ground.

The violent deep blue wind blade filled the entire first floor like a tornado.

Luohou did not save the people in Songcheng.

Instead, he reached out to grab those who came with Liancheng Youjue.

Before the power approached, the unparalleled pressure made the faces of the group of young people pale and ugly.

Everyone was shocked.

Many people stood up in panic.

Crazy, crazy!

"Liancheng Youjue, if you force me like this, do you think I am Luohou who is easy to deal with!"

A low roar.

A ferocious look flashed in Luohou's eyes, and the power in his palms was swallowed and exhaled, and the violent pressure suddenly increased several times.

Puff——

A young man couldn't stand the violent pressure and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Die!"

Luohou shouted.

Thousands of wind blades suddenly condensed into a spear shadow of ten feet long.

The power of the Eighth Heaven Title was vented out without any concealment.

"Not good, save people!"

"Luohou really wants to kill people!"

"Hurry, hurry, save people!"

"Commander Luo, don't be impulsive, stop it!"

"..."

The whole world's first floor was suddenly in great panic.

The fat warrior took two steps back in horror and almost fell down.

He was deeply afraid of his tough blocking behavior just now.

He didn't expect Luohou to dare to kill even the elites of the third city, who were the students under the feet of the Saint Master!

"Yan Luo Spear, Yan Luo Spear..."

The fat warrior muttered in horror the title that could stop children from crying.

Lian Chengyou felt his pupils shrink to the size of a needle.

He hastily withdrew his strength and tried to stop Luo Hou.

However, Luo Hou was determined to kill him, and he had no time to return to defend.

A trace of regret appeared in his heart.

Why did I provoke this mad dog!

"Luo Hou, if you dare to touch these students, your Songcheng will be destroyed!" Lian Chengyou roared in horror.

"You forced me first!"

Luo Hou was not afraid at all, and instantly came in front of the young men.

In the horrified eyes, he raised his palm and slapped it.

Everyone looked at each other in horror, without a doubt that if this palm was slapped, none of these young men would survive!

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