A middle-aged man's eyes suddenly burst into sharp light, like a crisscrossing blades, making people feel cold.

The boss smoked a cigarette, raised his head and vomited a cigarette ring, and his expression ended: "Who can let me hide in this world?"

The middle-aged man frowned: "You are still so arrogant after not seeing each other for twenty years."

The boss grinned, turned around, looked at the middle-aged man, and then his eyes moved slightly and fell on the boy beside him.

"Is this your newly accepted disciple?"

The middle-aged man looked low and muttered softly.

"Time is so ruthless. When we were all studying art together, we were so fierce and frivolous. I didn't expect that we would be a teacher now." The boss sighed, and his expression ended further and further.

"You know I'm not here today to reminisce about the past."

"I'm so old that I'm no longer interested in starting a move. I've been in a 20-year-old, so you can let me be buried sooner." The boss chuckled.

The middle-aged man shook his head: "How can a person like you endure loneliness? Your sharpness cannot be hidden."

"Hahaha, Dragon Feather King, this is the first time I have heard your praise since I was a child." The boss laughed and said, "Well, you came from afar, I can't let you return empty-handed, just take a bet."

"How to bet?" asked the middle-aged man.

The boss reached out and pointed at the boy next to him, and smiled and said, "Your disciple, fight with my disciple."

"I won, I'll follow you."

"If you lose, just pretend you haven't been here."

"Your disciple!" The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, his sharp aura soared into the sky, and the strong wind surging, rolling wild sand.

In an instant, the sharp eyes swept past the Black Blade Butcher shop like a knife, and finally fell on Wang Qiong.

"Is it him?" the middle-aged man said in surprise.

The boss nodded: "It's him!"

At this moment, Wang Qiong was stunned.

"When will I become your disciple?" countless questions arose in Wang Qiong's mind.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Qiong differently. His eyes were like a big hand, as if he wanted to peel him clean from the inside out and then look clean.

"I didn't expect that someone like you would accept disciples!" The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and his expression returned to his original state: "I'm curious, what kind of seedlings can make you value."

"It's nothing, he chops meat faster." The boss grinned.

"Lingmen, kill him." The middle-aged man said lightly.

After the words came out, the boy next to him walked out with his sharp eyes, showing deep hostility, locking Wang Qiong.

Buzz...

Suddenly, a gentle whisper rang out, and the moonlit night was clear.

A cold light flashed, and a flying knife suddenly appeared, floating in front of Bailing Sect.

"Oil Logistics!?" Wang Qiong's eyes narrowed slightly.

The fire superpower is divided into three major schools: the magic weapon flow, the logistics flow and the superpower flow.

The so-called magical weapon flow, the local strengthening of the body shows superpowers, just like weapons, this is the most common one.

As for logistics control, it is relatively rare and can control objects in the air.

Obviously, this Bailing Gate can manipulate metal objects.

Buzz...

The flying knife came through the air, and the speed was as fast as Bai Lian ran across the sky and shot towards Wang Qiong.

Wang Qiong raised the butcher knife in his hand and came to the clang. As soon as he touched it, he felt as if a thousand pounds of force came from the flying knife.

His expression changed slightly, and he suddenly raised his head and bounced away the flying knife.

"The flying knife made of Hanxing heavy iron can be picked out with one knife. Are you a disciple of the magic weapon?" The middle-aged man's eyes fell on Wang Qiong's arm.

The boss smiled, not saying anything.

Buzz...

The flying knife turned around and attacked again. Wang Qiong's blade deflected and blocked it.

whoosh...swock...

Two more flying knives came through the air, and the terrifying power swept through like a storm, directly lifting the desk in front of the butcher shop.

Wang Qiong's eyes narrowed slightly and finally moved. He took a step back, avoided the edge, slashed the butcher's knife in his hand, and repeatedly triggered the trajectory of three flying knives.

At this moment, blue veins swelled up on his arm, bearing terrible power.

The flying knife was too heavy. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been strangled into minced meat.

The Bailing Sect's expression was still cold.

Suddenly, several cold lights appeared beside him, and together with the previous three, there were ten flying knives hanging in front of him.

"Ten flows!?" The boss's eyes were slightly condensed and he was finally moved.

"At a young age, he actually achieved such achievements in "The Star Map of Ten Thousand Daoes".

The middle-aged man ignored it and just sneered: "Your disciple is going to die!"

Rumble...

Ten flying knives swayed silver light under the moonlit night, like waves sweeping over and coming.

"Little poor man, don't hide it." The boss growled.

Wang Qiong's expression turned right, and suddenly he held the butcher knife in his hand tightly, and a harsh roar sounded in the darkness.

The sword light rolled like scales, gently slashing down, turning into a terrifying trajectory.

In an instant, the middle-aged man and Bai Lingmen's pupils suddenly contracted.

Rumble...

A loud noise startled.

In the dust, flying knives broke into pieces and fell to the ground one after another.

"This... cannot..." Bai Lingmen spewed out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been regarded as a genius, awakening his supernatural powers, and attaining the sky in one step, and comprehending the ten streams in a short time. With this move, he has defeated many masters of his generation.

But today, he was defeated by an unknown butcher.

The most ridiculous thing is that he has no idea how he lost.

"I don't believe it, with one knife... how could it be defeated with one knife..." Bai Lingmen could no longer remain calm.

The middle-aged man stopped him, looked at Wang Qiong with a serious expression.

At this time, Wang Qiong's arms were steaming, sweat evaporated, and blood patterns gradually faded from his arms.

"What a terrible ability, you can find such a little monster."

"Teacher..." Bai Lingmen looked puzzled.

"The most terrifying thing about him is not strength, but speed." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

Wang Qiong remained silent. This man's eyes were too poisonous.

The frequency of mosquito wings flapping is 400 to 500 times per second.

On that day, after he slapped a mosquito to death, the black fire gave his arms a nearly perverted speed.

At first he could only tremble 30 times per second, but as he practiced, his speed became faster and faster.

Even the boss praised him after seeing him, calling him the boy's dream of ability, and reached the peak of his life in one second.

"You are defeated!" the boss whispered.

Bai Lingmen clenched his hands tightly, and his body couldn't help but tremble. Depressed, anger and self-blame filled his body.

Wang Qiong looked indifferently. Since it was a battle, he would have to decide the outcome. He did not sympathize with the failure of the Bailing Sect and was only fortunate to his victory.

"Being able to reach the highest level is never invincible all the way, but never defeating all the battles." The middle-aged man said lightly.

Bai Lingmen's eyes trembled, and he couldn't help but look up at his teacher.

At this time, the middle-aged man stared at Wang Qiong, smiled, and then turned around and left.

"One day, I will defeat you." Bai Lingmen glanced at Wang Qiong deeply, as if he wanted to remember him forever.

"Young man, I'm waiting for you on a bigger stage."
Chapter completed!