The strong aliens passing by saw the alien disciple telling Huang Xiaolong to roll away, otherwise they would break Huang Xiaolong's legs, and they couldn't help but gloated over his misfortune.
"This kid is really unlucky. It looks like he just came to Yangcheng? He doesn't even recognize Young Master Yan San of the Xuan Bing Clan, but he dares to just stand there and watch. Don't you know that Young Master Yan San hates the human race the most?"
"Do you think this kid will leave later?"
"Don't get out? Then his legs will definitely be broken by Master Yan San, and they will never recover. Master Yan San will do what he says, and he may even have more than two legs broken!"
Some powerful foreigners passing by pointed at Huang Xiaolong.
Huang Xiaolong looked at that Young Master Yan San of the Xuanbing Clan indifferently: "There are not many people in this world who can break my legs, at least you are not one of them."
"Now you roll in front of me, kowtow, kowtow again, kowtow three times, I don't have to kill you, otherwise I will twist your head off! Remember, it is you who rolled here, not the minions behind you!"
Huang Xiaolong’s indifferent voice clearly rang in the ears of the foreigners.
Everyone was stunned.
Is this kid crazy
"This boy has really just arrived in Yangcheng. He dares to talk to Young Master Yan San like this. He is definitely dead now. Young Master Yan will definitely not only break his legs, but also kill him in the most cruel way. !”
"He should be a disciple of some small sect of the human race? Thinking that there are sect masters who can protect him? Last time, a disciple of the Spring and Autumn Sect of the human race came to Yangcheng to run wild, relying on the countless supreme and powerful men in the sect, and was finally killed. Young Master Yan San was beaten to death and even his body was thrown outside the city to be fed to the dogs, so the Spring and Autumn Sect wouldn't even dare to fart."
All the powerful foreigners shook their heads.
Even the strong human being who was kicked out by Yan San after snatching the sword from his hand earlier was hiding far away and looking at Huang Xiaolong with a look of pity.
Yan San laughed loudly and looked at Huang Xiaolong: "Interesting, interesting. This time I rarely meet a human bastard who dares to talk to me like this. No one has dared to talk to me like this for many years. Interesting, interesting!"
"Boy, I have decided to let you die without a body intact!"
"But I will before you die!"
Yan San was excitedly introducing how Huang Xiaolong would torture Huang Xiaolong before he died. Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong stretched out his hand, and before Yan San could react, Huang Xiaolong pinched his neck.
Huang Xiaolong tightened his hand, and Yan San felt that his throat seemed to be clamped tightly by a terrifying force. The pain was so severe that his eyes bulged and he looked at Huang Xiaolong in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the human bastard in front of him dared to pinch his throat. Throat, and it hurt him so much when pinched!
"You!" He wanted to open his mouth, but couldn't.
At this time, the surrounding foreign warriors and the disciples of the Xuanbing Tribe reacted.
"You are looking for death, you cheap slave. You dare to hurt our Young Master Yan San. If Young Master Yan San breaks a hair, your entire sect will be destroyed!"
"Why don't you put Master Yan San down quickly, and then die to apologize!"
The dozen or so disciples of the Xuanbing Clan roared. In their view, this was simply unforgivable. A lowly human slave dared to pinch their Young Master Yan’s neck!
This is a crime of genocide that will destroy the entire sect!
These Xuanbing Clan disciples rushed towards Huang Xiaolong and took action. As for how Huang Xiaolong held the first-level Supreme Yan San just now, they didn’t think much about it.
However, just as these Xuanbing Clan disciples rushed in front of Huang Xiaolong, suddenly, a very black black hand stretched out from the side, and this black hand stretched out towards the Xuanbing Clan disciples.
In the eyes of these Xuanbing tribe disciples, this is a boundless huge black hand, covering the sky and the sun, completely isolating all surrounding space. In their eyes, this huge black hand is the world.
They were unable to muster the slightest resistance. When the black hand fell, they were shocked and desperate.
In the eyes of these Xuanbing tribe disciples, Heiluo's black hand was an infinitely terrifying giant hand that covered the sky and the sun. However, in the eyes of the surrounding foreign warriors, there was nothing unusual. Heiluo just stretched out his hand like that. Then he held all the dozen Xuan Bing disciples in his hands.
Then, in the disbelief eyes of the powerful foreigners around him, Hei Luo tightened his hands and crushed all the dozen Xuan Bing Clan disciples to pieces.
More than a dozen Xuanbing clan disciples were crushed to pieces at the same time, and the sound was quite loud.
Yan San felt a roar in his ears. He stared blankly at the blood mist of the dozen Xuan Bing Clan disciples who were crushed. With his Xuan Bing Clan's power and his identity, these dozen Xuan Bing Clan disciples were crushed. The Ice Tribe disciples followed him, the popular ones, the spicy ones, walking sideways in Yangcheng and even the surrounding continent, never straight.
Want a woman, have a woman, want a treasure, have a treasure, even want the elixir of heaven and earth, the elixir of heaven and earth. In his knowledge, no one has ever dared to be disrespectful to him, no one has ever dared to hurt him and the dozen or so people behind him. Follow the hair of your neck.
Now, the dozen Xuanbing Clan disciples and followers around him were actually killed by the guards of this bitch clan? !
Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong's hand loosened and he couldn't help but open his mouth: "You, you actually killed my followers?!"
"That's right." Huang Xiaolong said indifferently, "Before you die, you can still say the last thing."
Yan San was furious: "You, a human bastard, dare to kill my followers. You are dead. Just wait until the entire family and sect are wiped out by our Xuanbing Clan!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Xiaolong used force and twisted to break Yan San's head from his neck, then threw it away, and his head was embedded in the gate of a tall building in the distance.
Yan San's eyes widened with disbelief.
"I said, these are your last words before you die." Huang Xiaolong was indifferent, then ignored the people around him and walked away with Hei Luo.
The strong aliens watching around looked at Yan San's head hanging high on the door in shock.
"Master Yan San, is he dead?!"
"Well, it seems like, right?!"
Some aliens murmured to themselves.
After a while, the surrounding foreigners finally accepted this fact.
"Young Master Yan San is actually dead! Being killed by a human race is simply a shocking event! The whole Yang City will change!"
"The Xuanbing tribe is so angry that they may kill all the slaves in Yang City to vent their anger, and may even anger the entire human race in the continent!"
"Who is that human race? He is a disciple of some stupid family or sect. He is seeking death! He is trying to implicate his family and sect!"
The surrounding alien races exploded.
Previously, the strong human race man who was kicked out of the shop by Yan San looked at Huang Xiaolong's leaving figure with complicated eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and finally hurriedly caught up with Huang Xiaolong.
"My lord, this must be your first time coming to Hongzhen Holy Land. You don't understand the power of the Xuanbing Clan in Hongzhen Holy Land." The strong human race advised Huang Xiaolong: "You'd better leave Yangcheng as soon as possible. It's best to Leave Hongzhen Holy Land."