Chapter 243: He is my prey

Faced with this strong kick, some timid guests quickly closed their eyes, and couldn't bear to see the splash of Lin Lei's brains.
boom!
There was a loud noise, flying sand everywhere, fine dust flying all over the sky!
"Lin Lei is dead?"
Those timid guests opened their eyes one after another when they heard the sound, wanting to see what happened.
When they opened their eyes, they found that everyone in the audience was looking at Lin Lei's direction with dull faces.
Immediately, these guests also looked up.
"How come!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.
What happened before my eyes hit everyone's brains severely.
Not far away, Lin Lei slumped to the ground with his back leaned against the wall, let alone his head split, and there were no scars at all.
Zhu Changliang's right leg just hung above Lin Lei's head, blocked by a wooden chopstick inserted into the wall.
Everyone's eyes focused on the wooden chopsticks that appeared suddenly, and no one could believe that Zhu Changliang's terrifying blow was actually blocked by an ordinary wooden chopsticks.
At this moment, three words appeared in everyone's mind: Hell!
Zhu Changliang only felt hot pain on his face, and his attack was actually blocked by a small chopstick.
And what humiliated him most was that he didn't notice where the chopsticks were thrown from.
Huo Bingyao, who was dragged by Zhu Changliang behind her beautiful eyes, looked at the crowd behind her curiously, as if she wanted to find this mysterious person throwing chopsticks.
"Who did it! Stand up for Lao Tzu!"
Zhu Changliang glanced viciously at the crowd behind him, his thin black face covered with hostility.
"It's not me, Lord Chang Liang, I don't have this skill!"
"Lord Chang Liang calms down, the little old man can't bear it!"
"Who is it, come forward quickly, don't make Master Chang Liang angry!"
...
The guests were flustered by Zhu Changliang's look, and they all yelled.
After all, Zhu Changliang's vision was too terrifying, as if he was about to eat them all.
Zhu Changliang scanned the guests and found that there was nothing worthy of his attention.
Then he set his sights on the one hundred tables of running water banquet next to him.
If the chopsticks are most likely to be thrown from somewhere, then they are undoubtedly the running water seats.
At this time, not only Zhu Changliang's eyes were cast in the direction of the flowing water seat, but everyone present looked towards the area of ​​the flowing water seat.
By the running water table, there were less than ten people eating at this time. Except for one, the rest were all vagrants.
Zhu Changliang's gaze wandered among these tramps, and found that these people were of very low level, not even intermediate souls.
So, he looked at the man in black sitting in the corner.
"What? Can't see the cultivation base!"
Zhu Changliang's face sank, he found that his eyes could not see the other's cultivation level.
"You, that's you, turn your head around!"
Zhu Changliang pointed at the man sitting in the corner and shouted, his eyes full of alertness.
This person's cultivation is not thorough, it is very likely that he is a master.
"Hey? Do you think this figure in black clothes looks familiar!"
"When you say that, I feel as if I have seen this person somewhere!"
...
At this time, all the eyes of the audience gathered on the people in black, and several of them seemed to have discovered something and whispered.
"is it him?"
Huo Bingyao stared at the back not far away, she felt that it was the person who threw the chopsticks.
Finally, under people's gaze, the black-clothed man who was eating slowly stood up, slightly on one side of his body, revealing a beautiful side face like a natural craftsmanship.
He chuckled lightly, raised an ordinary wooden chopsticks, and said in a leisurely tone: "Sure enough, a chopstick still can't hold vegetables!"
"Oh my God, this person is not..."
Seeing the appearance of the man in black, all the guests looked at him in shock.
"Smelly boy, who are you, why do you stop me from killing the old thing surnamed Lin?"
Zhu Changliang said maliciously.
"The third brother!" Zhu Changming walked to Zhu Changliang and said: "This kid is Su Fan I mentioned to you!"
"Oh?" Zhu Changliang raised his eyes to look at Su Fan, his eyes narrowed: "I also said that who has such a great ability to stop me from killing people, so you are the brat boy named Su Fan!"
"I heard my elder brother say that you were the first genius of the younger generation in Shiwu Town? What a coincidence, I was also the first genius of the younger generation in Shiwu Town 25 years ago!"
"Since we are all first geniuses, should we be more genius than to see who?"
Zhu Changliang's words were filled with a smell of gunpowder. He felt that Su Fan's low cultivation base was not worthy of being called a genius.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old senior soul master is indeed good, but since he got the adventure, he was already a half-step soul master when he was fifteen or sixteen. Su Fan is indeed inferior to himself.
"It's really Su Fan, why did he suddenly appear here?"
"Do you still have to ask? I must have come back to find Lin Lei for revenge!"
"Lin Lei is really bad for eight lifetimes. Zhu Changliang wants him to get revenge, and Su Fan wants him to get revenge too!"
"But it's not right. Zhu Changliang's intention to kill Lin Lei didn't happen to Su Fan's intention. Why did he come out to stop it?"
"This is not clear. Anyway, I know one thing now, Zhu Changliang and Su Fan are up!"
"The collision of the first genius of the two generations, this is interesting!"
"It means hairy, Su Fan is now at least a seventh or eighth-level soul warrior. Zhu Changliang is a soul master. What's comparable? I see, Su Fan is hanging down!"
...
Just as a few people communicated, all the guests around recognized Su Fanlai. People looked at the confrontation between the old and new generations of the first genius with great interest, and began to talk.
However, most people are not optimistic about Su Fan. After all, although Su Fan is very talented, his cultivation level is not only one level lower than Zhu Changliang.
A trace of disdain flashed in Su Fan's eyes when they heard the discussion.
Soul Lord level? It's just waste, he can kill it at will.
"I'm not interested in vying with you for being number one or not, I just want him!" Su Fan pointed to Lin Lei and said lightly: "He is my prey, only I can kill him!"
When the voice fell, everyone around looked at Su Fan with weird faces.
"It's really a long time to see everything. He actually blocked it only to fight for Lin Lei's execution right."
Lin Lei, who was not far away, smiled sullenly. He didn't expect that Su Fan would show up at this time and confront Zhu Changliang in order to fight for his execution right.
Lin Lei's eyes flashed with delight, he knew he was dead today, but with a genius like Su Fan to accompany him to die, Huangquan Road is not lonely.
(End of this chapter)