Su Xuan was silent.

Only blood was left flowing wildly.

At this moment, he was pressed by Shen Mu's aura, unable to move at all, and could not even display some trump cards.

"It's hard and easy to break." Chen Mu walked to the position three or four meters in front of Su Xuan, stopped, and looked at Su Xuan: "Perhaps, in terms of pure martial arts talent, you are much stronger than our young master Chen Yi. Unfortunately, different identities will make you different final results. Chen Yi was born to be the only son of one of the guardians of the upper realm, and you..."

What he meant was that Su Xuan was born humble.

"In this case, when our young master encounters danger, he can protect and protect him, and you, no. Therefore, our young master can live safely until he becomes a strong man on the side, and you are prone to death." Chen Mu was explaining a fact: "You have no background."

Su Xuan was still silent, but he didn't regret it.

This is his martial arts.

If you think about everything so clearly, don’t be impulsive, and calm down, then you are not a martial arts practitioner who fights with heaven or with people.

He just wants to understand his thoughts!!!

There is nothing to regret.

Going forward all the way, do your best, and you will never regret death.

"Okay, I have said a lot and stopped talking nonsense. I want the secrets on you. Are you willing to hand them over to me?" Chen Mu said quietly, his voice louder, and he had a hint of vicissitudes of expectation.

"Old Zamao, get out--your mom, don't even think about it." Su Xuan shouted, grinning and mocking: "Old Zamao, there is a saying, "You said it wrong, you said I don't have a backstage, but in fact, I have a backstage."

Arrogant.

Arrogance beyond imagination.

Even at this moment, Su Xuan still dared to swear directly and spit down the wood.

"Is that true?" Chen Mu was not angry in the face of Su Xuan's curse, and a faint smile appeared on his old face.

In the distance, Chen Yi was very disdainful: "Background?!!! A ants in the lower realm have any backstage? Are there bigger ants?"

Compared to the backstage, who has the Shen family been afraid of?

Su Xuan dared to speak out here that he also had a backstage, which made people laugh so hard.

The four elders of Xin were also sarcastic. There were really few people who dared to talk about the backstage in front of the Shen family.

"Young man, since you have a backstage, you might as well call it out." Chen Mu didn't make any jokes.

"Call it out, I'm afraid you'll be done, and your upper Shen family will be finished." Su Xuan's voice was slightly hoarse.

In fact, he is just delaying time at this moment if he doesn’t have a backstage.

Want to buy some time to recover from the injury.

Come and find a way to get out of trouble.

As for the backstage, he does, but is there any old bastard in front of him powerful? It is hard to say.

It is hard to say whether you can contact us quickly.

"Hahahaha, I'm done? The Shen family is finished?..." Chen Mu himself laughed: "I have been around for more than two hundred years, and I have met hundreds of thousands of strong men. There are millions of people. I really don't dare to say that I can do anything to me! Not to mention the Shen family!! Young man, you know nothing about the upper world, you know nothing about me, and you know nothing about the Shen family!"

But at this moment.

Shen Mu's voice had just fallen.

Sudden.

"Is that so? The old man is the backstage of this fool!"

A voice appeared inexplicably.

An old man wearing a straw hat, smoking a dry tobacco, carrying a pot of wine, and wearing a coarse linen clothes stood in the field strangely.

This old man had no eyeballs, and his eyes were empty.

It was scary to stare at me.

Looking closer, there were indelible marks on the old man's wrists, ankles, and there were indelible marks, which seemed to have been detained for a long time by some kind of metal shackles.

There was also a black hawk on the old man's shoulder.

"The old man is actually here?" Su Xuan smiled, his face full of blood, but showed a bright smile. He hadn't seen the old man for more than half a year, and he still missed him a little.

"Where did the blind man come from? He speaks wildly here..." Chen Mu looked at the hat, dry tobacco, and the old man with empty eyes at a glance, but couldn't see anything. Although he was strange in his heart, he shouted with anger.

But this drink was only halfway through.
Chapter completed!