Crackling, the seventeen young people of the Mo tribe shared the same hatred, and at the same time took a step forward, staring at the young people of Great Xia... Even though they had been surrounded by seventy-six Great Xia people with their hands in their trouser pockets and their heads and chins facing the sky.

As long as Zhang Zeyi gave the order, these Mo people would be beaten immediately, not to mention the blue nose and swollen face, and it would not be too much to be beaten to death under the mixed eyes of many people.

Seeing the monkeys and orangutans fighting in a fight, they were so excited that they jumped around, and the crowd watched the lively crowd and gave way to the field.

It's just that with a slight block of both hands, a slight leg of the hind legs, and then the power of Zhang Ze is still silent... He patted the robe on his sleeve lightly, and he walked out of the crowd, and he looked at Zhang Ze very calmly.

The fat man Zhang Ze's kick is not a simple kick, this kick contains the void true power released by the person who has entered the sainthood, and it is a very innocent ancient phoenix power.

Zhang noticed the unusually rapid response when not unloading, as well as the unusually human unloading methods... For a moment, Zhang Ze felt that Shi Fei almost grabbed his feet, as long as the other party used a little force at this moment, Zhang Ze had to use all his strength, otherwise he would fall on his back.

This is the amazing fighting consciousness cultivated by people who have been in the army for many years through countless life-and-death battles.

...

"Dead fatty, you dare to hit someone!" Li Mo, who took the lead, trembled with anger, gritted his teeth and kicked his breath, and scolded with a sharp and big voice, "There are many people who bully few people, you have lost Xia Zhenren's face!"

"Little sister, uncle, I have already said, uncle, I am not a good person. What kind of face do I want?" the fat man carefully looked at Li Mo's chest, and immediately smiled, "As for my master Xia Zhenren's face, it has something to do with me." ”

As if he was bragging about his homely life, the fat man sat down on the chair and began to dance, "And I can pat my chest and tell you!"

"My master is also a shameless person!"

Li Mo stared at Zhang Zezhi in a daze, stamping his feet, unable to say half a sentence... People are powerful and shameless, what can they do with others? To put it bluntly, today I have run into a hooligan! This fucking person is not a decent family at all, he is not Xia Zhenren's apprentice at all, he is reckless and a traitor!

"Little sister, don't blame grandpa for not reminding you. If you follow this kid with the wrong surname, sooner or later you will suffer a big loss. ”

Li Mo, who is eighteen this year, is actually three years older than Zhang Ze, but Zhang Ze has a younger sister, and he is closer than his own sister, "This little deflated calf is very yin, and his mind is full of hatred." ”

"That's right, his son and his grandfather were all killed by my senior brother... But that's what the father and son deserve!"

Zhang Ze foamed at the mouth and said the most vicious words, "His grandfather Shihai, his father Shiliu, including him... Otherwise, do you think that his grandmother Huang Fei and his mother Wu Jiaozi, as a hidden powerhouse, were bitten to death by mosquitoes?"

Zhang Ze's voice became louder and louder, and finally roared out directly, "All the mother was sucked dry by his Lao Tzu and grandfather, and he was sucked to death!"

"This kid has been planning against you for a long time, if you follow him, sooner or later you will be sucked to death by him!"

The audience was as quiet as death, only Zhang Ze's vicious voice was resounding like thunder.

One by one, the young men of the Mo tribe clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, like warriors ready to attack... Shi Fei's grandfather and father, including Shi Fei, are all heroes who are loyal to the Mo people and serve the Mo people. They have been fighting for the Mo people for generations, fighting for the life and death of the Mo people.

To insult them is to insult the Mo people.

Moreover, Shi Fei's grandfather Shi Hai, and his father Shi Liu had an excellent reputation when he was alive, treated people kindly, and never bullied the weak.

This fat man has the intention to insult the Mo clan!

The people of Great Xia are really hateful demons!

The only woman, Li Mo, was so angry that her eyes were red, "You spew blood!

Her voice was hoarse... She yelled a few times, and she hugged her head and cried.

Only the person concerned is surprisingly calm, just like Zhang Ze is not talking about him.

He didn't have any anger, no irritability or fear, he was so calm that it made people feel a little scary... This is the iron-blooded soldier, this is the Shi Fei who is called the frontier blood wolf.

"What a shriveled calf. Of course, Zhang Ze didn't plan to let go of the other party, and continued to scold, "The eighteenth generation of my ancestors has been sprayed by me, and I can still be so calm." ”

"Little sister, did you see that? Such a cold-blooded thing, you still dare to be tempted by him?"

Zhang Ze got up, like a general who had won a battle, and swaggered out, "Little ones." Let's go. ”

"This group of cowards doesn't dare to fight with us, so let's let him go for the time being"

"Remember, when I entered the pear orchard, I met Shi Fei's deflated calf. ”

"You'd better run. ”

"This calf is ruthless... Just now, I almost wanted Lao Tzu to prick a poisonous needle in his leg! I have to fuck Lao Tzu to have a master and a group of powerful senior brothers, otherwise I would have fallen into this kid's way!"

Zhang Ze's arrogant voice drifted farther and farther away, "But don't be too afraid. You have me! Look how cool and arrogant I am!"

...

With the departure of the seventy-six people in Daxia, the huge "Mo Tower" became empty.

The people of the Mo Clan, the Su Clan, a small number of the Snow Clan, and the Sheng Clan, including the young people of several small forces in the Jiling Clan, were still not as powerful as the Great Xia group.

The young man of the Mo tribe looked a little lost, and he didn't plan to leave, it seemed that he was going to live in the "Mo Tower" for a few days.

The Sioux continued to drink tea, apparently intending to rest for a while before heading out.

In an inconspicuous corner, a figure wearing a cloak and unable to see his age followed Daxia and his party away.

Many young and strong men of unknown forces have also left in twos and threes.

....

Liyuan, located in the most central area of the Jiling Kingdom, is connected to the Black Sea in the west, and borders on the four forces of Guilin, Mujiadi, Moleng Island and Geng Huaiguo.

The entrance to the pear orchard is a door, a natural door composed of ancient empty trees and sky.

Through this door, you will enter the pear orchard.

The pear orchard is only accessible to those who are below the sanctification level and who are not slaves.

It's a world, a small world separate from the big world... There are artifacts and exercises in it, and according to legend, there is an ancient race living in it.

It is still more than half a month before the pear orchard opens, and the forest where the pear orchard is located is already densely covered with tents and young people who are waiting for it.

The people of Mujiadi are the most powerful, followed by Moleng Island... As for Geng Huaiguo, because he was poached by Li Shou a few days ago, many lords have been poached, and now the personnel are withered, and they are not as good as Ambiguous Island.

In the scattered places, there are small forces and lonely heroes.

And Geng Huairou, the most famous princess of Geng Huaiguo among the younger generation, did not appear in everyone's field of vision.

Guilin Mountain did not come half a person.

.....

Rushing from no man's land to the pear orchard, the nearest distance is directly through the tail of the ambiguous island.... Even if you ride a horse, it takes two or three days.

A group of seventy-six young people galloped in the desert for the Great Xia, stirring up dust and smoke, like an army running thousands of miles... All the way is like entering a no-man's land, and everyone has to get out of the way.

Ao Bing, the old deacon of the Divine Pavilion, took the lead and led several masters of the Divine Pavilion to guard the hidden place.

But there were still people blocking the way.

It's not a group of people who stand in the way, it's a single person.

A teenager holding a hatchet.