Chapter 390 (2/2)

”Click” a wave of spiritual power spread, and the spiritual power wrapped in the palm of the young man collapsed in an instant. Accompanied by the crisp sound of bone cracking, the young man's body flew out directly, and then hit the wall of the restaurant heavily.

”Ah...”

The shrill scream came, and the people looked at it. In the middle, the young man was lying on the ground with his twisted arm and rolling. Looking at that, the bones in his arm were directly smashed by the ancient wind's fist.

”Hiss...”

The crowd looked at the indifferent ancient style and couldn't help taking a breath. Although the young man is not very strong, even in the dual martial arts cultivation of soul forging realm, he can only be regarded as a medium level, but the ancient wind smashed his arm with a random punch, which shows the horror of his physical strength. This time, everyone's eyes looking at the ancient style have changed, including anger, fear, surprise and interest.

Among them, the person who is most interested in ancient style is the woman in purple dress. A martial arts cultivation of the soul forging realm has a mysterious origin, but she was quite surprised that she could easily defeat the strong man of the soul forging realm. Of course, what made her more concerned was Shui qianrou's attitude towards the ancient style. She actually said that the ancient style was her lover in front of everyone.

In other words, this woman is not interested in ancient customs at all, but just wants to press down the water.

As a woman, she also has a beautiful face and perfect figure. She also has super strength as support behind her, but she is always pressed by water, which makes her very unwilling. So, no matter where she is, she wants to compete with shuiqianrou. Maybe it's boring jealousy.

For the young man lying on the ground crying constantly, the ancient wind seemed to have not seen it. He drank up the wine in the cup and concentrated on solving the food in front of him.

”This handsome little brother, I wonder if I can come down and have a drink together.” the woman in purple dress lay on the railing and asked with a smile.

”No.” the ancient wind glanced at the dazzling snow-white on the woman's chest and refused.

The woman in purple dress was stunned. Obviously, she didn't expect the ancient style to refuse herself so crisp.

It's not that the old wind wants to refuse, but that it can't do without refusing. No matter how stupid he is, he can see that Shuiqian soft, the woman in purple dress, doesn't deal with it and agrees to her coming, which is purely asking for trouble.

What's more, he has attracted a lot of attention here. Because of the chat up relationship between Shuiqian and the purple woman, he can already feel the flaming eyes looking at him. If you agree to sit down with this woman in purple, it's hard to imagine whether these strong men in the heart King Pavilion will go wild.

The woman in purple didn't show displeasure because of the rejection of the ancient style. She fell lightly from the third floor and sat down on the empty stool impolitely, looking at the ancient style with curiosity in her eyes.

”It's over.” Feng Qingyang wailed. Even he noticed that his eyes were full of jealousy and anger. If these people's eyes could kill, he and the ancient wind would be gone.

”Shen Lingshan, what do you want to do?” looking at the purple woman who sat down, Shui qianrou said in a cold voice.