49 Second life: then don't fucking talk about it!

The bright moon was in the sky.

Su Mo sat on the roof of the palace, surrounded by seventeen Martial Saints standing.

Li Xinghe stood in the forefront, on the left was Ye Liuyun, the master of Hidden Sword Villa, and on the right was Bai Wu Dao, the master of White Rainbow Pavilion.

Liu Ruo Ling was hiding behind the crowd, trying to curl up her body to keep Su Mo out of sight.

Being surrounded by seventeen Martial Saints is not a good thing.

And it was seventeen Martial Saints with a murderous aura!

The stern gaze almost condensed into substance, as if sharp arrows stabbed at Su Mo!

Boiling qi blood spread in the air!

Although it was the night of a cold winter month.

But around the palace as if the blazing sun was in the sky of the three volcanoes!

Terrifying qi spread around, distorting the surrounding air into a mass of air currents!

The combined aura generated by seventeen Martial Saints, even the Grand Master could not get within a hundred meters!

The surrounding spectators couldn't help but tense up.

"Crap... I feel scared just watching ...."

"That's a whole seventeen Martial Saints ...."

"If I were to be stared at by seventeen Martial Saints like this, I would probably have peed my pants."

"Piss your pants? I've been stunned, okay."

"Don't fucking put gold on your own face, but also fainted from fear? I'm afraid that just within a hundred meters, the blood will be crushed to death alive."

However, Su Mo was able to drink with a comfortable face, and even managed to clip a few chopsticks of small dishes.

It was as if he was surrounded not by seventeen Martial Saints, but by seventeen eunuchs serving him.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Li Li Xinghe finally couldn't help himself and looked coldly at Su Mo and said.

"Now that everyone has arrived, it's time to have a statement, right?"

"A statement?"

Su Mo looked at Li Xinghe with a smirk and said.

"What do you want to say?"

"Of course it's about the White Jade Pavilion."

Li Xinghe said with a leathery smile.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince wouldn't really think that we seventeen people came here at night to accompany you to blow off steam, right?"

"The matter of the White Jade Pavilion?"

Su Mo's face showed an expression of dawning realization and said.

"Tell me earlier, the White Jade Pavilion matter is good to talk about!"

Hearing Su Mo's words, a smile appeared on the surrounding Martial Saints' faces.

However, before they finished laughing, Su Mo's next words caused the faces of many Martial Saints to change.

"I'll say an arrangement."

Su Mo first took a sip of wine, then with a wave of his hand, he said.

"After you guys go back, count the number of people and feats in the sect and report it to me."

"I will arrange for people from the White Jade Pavilion to take over."

The Martial Saints around them looked at each other.

They weren't angry or scared.

Rather, they thought Su Mo was crazy.

Was this person out of his mind?

How could he really be considering the possibility of them joining the White Jade Pavilion?

There were seventeen Martial Saints standing here!

It is the collection of the strongest people in the whole world!

A mere prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, he really considered himself a person?

They felt that Su Mo was like a three-year-old child who was shouting in front of the adults.

There was no thought except to feel ridiculous.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince ..... I'm calling you Crown Prince because I'm giving you face."

Li Xinghe said with a leathery smile.

"I hope you won't give face."

"Can't talk?"

Su Mo put down his chopsticks and sighed.

"Well then, since this can't be talked about ..."

Hearing Su Mo's words, the surrounding Martial Saints had a smile on their faces.

In their view Su Mo was abashed.

But this is normal, the whole seventeen Martial Saints, is a person he has to goose.

So what if the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty?

In less than half a month, they will be able to kill the entire Great Zhou Dynasty!

Seventeen Martial Saints together!

Even changing the dynasty would be a simple matter of lifting a finger!

However, just when these Martial Saints thought that the situation was settled.

Su Mo violently overturned the table!

He threw a punch at Li Xinghe on the opposite side!

"Then let's not fucking talk about it!"

Boom!!!

Su Mo blasted out with a fist, incomparably violent power tilted out from his body!

Rushing towards the opposite Li Xinghe!

Looking at Su Mo who suddenly attacked, Li Xinghe sneered in his heart.

Without dodging, he immediately used the Misty Palace masterpiece!

Dou Shu Xing Yi!

This move Dou Shu Xing Yi is the secret of the Netherworld Palace's successive masters that has not been passed down.

It is a technique of borrowing force to beat force, no matter what kind of kung fu the opponent is performing, will be able to transfer the force to the opponent himself!

The higher the opponent's martial arts skills, the stronger the force.

The higher the martial arts, the stronger the force, the faster the death!

Looking closer and closer to the fist, Li Xinghe's mouth smile is getting bigger and bigger.

He was a little too cautious before.

Li Xinghe thought with some remorse in his heart.

Had I known that this Prince of Great Zhou was such a reckless man.

He should have taken action when he came alone and directly suppressed Su Mo!

By then the fame all belonged to himself alone, the reputation of the Netherworld Palace must have gone up another level!

However, when Su Mo's fist actually touched Li Xinghe's body.

The smile on Li Xinghe's face froze.

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