"Master Zhang, is this your basic literacy?" Qing Juzi couldn't hold back any longer, he shouted angrily.

The sword-shaped mark in the center of the eyebrows is uncertain, exuding a sense of condensation.

"That's right, it's clear that the people on our side have lost their combat capabilities, but your people still haven't stopped this competition!"

The white-bearded elder who was carrying the turquoise gourd on his back snorted coldly.

"It's a blatant humiliation for us!" said a darker-skinned man.

He was one of the accompanying elders, and at this moment, a spirit snake was slowly coiling around his arm, and it hissed and spat letters.

The color is half black and half white, and the blood-red vertical pupils in the eyes of this snake make people hairy.

This person's name is Lang Chang, and his cultivation is also the peak of the late stage of foundation building.

"Stop this contest now!"

"What a dirty way you guys!"

The other elders chimed in.

Hearing the words of strong dissatisfaction in their ears, Zhang Zixian and the others did not change their faces, and they sneered in their hearts.

Qing Juzi saw that these people didn't react at all, and regarded them as air, anger filled his heart, and the sword-shaped mark on his eyebrows continued to flicker.

He decided to take action to stop it, after all, his elders were beaten around on the stage like a ball, and countless pairs of eyes were watching.

Every moment is an ordeal for them!

At this moment, the alarm suddenly appeared in my heart, and the temperature around me suddenly dropped to freezing.

A clear sky ruler engraved with golden waves was suspended in front of him with a swish, and the ruler pointed directly at the face door of Qingjuzi, and strong mana fluctuations emanated.

"Don't move ......"

Zhang Zixian turned his face sideways, looked at him with a smile on his face, and said softly: "Your people did not take the initiative to admit defeat, and no one is allowed to interfere during the rule period." ”

As soon as the words fell, the power of the bright sky was great.

"You!" Qing Juzi's lungs almost exploded, and he felt the terrifying power contained in the Ming Empty Ruler pointed directly at him, and his heart was filled with anger for a while.

"Hmph, are you threatening us!"

The white-bearded elder carrying the turquoise gourd shouted angrily.

The other elders and disciples all had unkind faces, and everyone exuded murderous intent.

"Guys, don't forget where this is, you'd better be restrained. ”

A cold voice seemed to come from Jiuyou, unconsciously giving people a bone-chilling air.

Zhang Shaotian looked at them with his hands behind his back, his black hair swaying with the breeze, and his eyes faintly showed cold electricity.

Elder Whitebeard was still thinking about what he was talking about, when he suddenly felt sharp eyes focusing on them in all directions, and his whole body immediately became uncomfortable.

I saw that all the elders of the Zhang family exuded a murderous aura, staring at this line of monks in dark robes.

Some people even took out their magic weapons, as if they were going to do it at any time.

Qing Juzi's face changed, and he forced himself to endure it, trying to ease his tone a little, "Master Zhang, we admit defeat in this game, do you think it?"

Zhang Zixian shook his head with a smile and spit out two words, "No." ”

"What?!" Qing Juzi saw such a neat refusal, and his face immediately couldn't hang up.

"Your Zhang family is simply too deceitful!" Lang Chang's eyebrows were filled with a touch of calmness, and he said fiercely.

The black and white snake wrapped around his arm hissed and spitted letters.

The two sides immediately confronted each other, and the atmosphere was suddenly tense.

At this time, Zhang Fengjiu noticed the change not far away, and his brows furrowed, "It seems that Haomeng humiliated that elder like this, causing them to really can't bear it, anyway, people are estimated to die thoroughly." ”

After receiving so many fists, only the same body refining cultivator could survive in one breath, and if he was another monk, he would have died a long time ago.

Zhang Haomeng at the bottom grabbed Elder Nuyan's head with one hand and suddenly threw it upwards.

A figure flew straight into the air like a puppet, and Zhang Hao swooped up to meet it, and a fierce knee hit directly pushed the person to a higher angle.

"I'll go!"

Zhang Fengjiu, who was suspended in mid-air, couldn't help but blurt out when he saw the poor Elder Nuyan penetrating his transparent and illusory body.

Outside the stage, a thousand or hundreds of monks were watching this scene, and many of their faces became strange, and they suddenly felt that this elder of the Qianji Sect was very miserable.

"Bad guys fly!"

Some of the children clapped their hands excitedly and said in unison.

Zhang Fengjiu dragged the icon and said: "Haomeng, stop playing, everyone is dead, it's strange and pitiful, return the corpse to them." ”

Zhang Haomeng, who was just about to make an elbow blow, heard this familiar voice in his ears, and immediately put away his attack, easily carrying Elder Nuyan in one hand, and the whole person fell to the ground.

At this time, this red-faced man with a hot temper had long lost his breath, and he looked like he was dead, and his whole body was sunken one after another, full of bone cracks.

Zhang Haomeng had a feeling that he was not finished, but his father actually spoke, and he had to stop.

His gaze shifted to the second brother and them, and when he saw the extremely dissatisfied looks of those Qianji sect monks, he grinned and said, "Hey, the corpse of the dead baboon will be handed over to you!"

After speaking, in everyone's eyes, Zhang Hao violently threw the person in his hand out fiercely.

With a whoosh, a corpse slashed through the air like a kite with a broken string, and then slammed into the ground, kicking up dust.

The once majestic Elder Nuyan had long since been beaten to the point where he was not human, and almost no bones on his body were intact, and the place where he was hit was like a concave air bag.

Blood oozed out, staining the dark robes red.

"It's too much to deceive! It's too much to deceive people!" Qing Juzi and the others were so angry that their lungs wanted to explode.

They looked at the corpse with sadness and anger in their eyes.

Zhang Zixian and Zhang Shaotian looked at each other and smiled, their hearts were full of disdain and contempt, and the other clansmen also thought that this group of sect monks was ridiculous.

Everyone knows what these competitions mean, if their strength is too weak, then today's meeting must be reversed!

And they will also watch each other brutalize their own people, but they are helpless!

To put it bluntly, the strong are respected, and if a family does not have strong strength, it will be ruthlessly suppressed by the enemy and even endure humiliation.

The tragic predicament of the Zhang family a few years ago can already explain everything.

It's just that the current family is not what it used to be, and the threatening forces in this territory have been cleared, but the pattern has become bigger and has begun to look at Qingyun Prefecture.

The Qianji faction had sinister intentions, and they thought that they could wantonly play with this Xiuzhen family, which was less than two hundred years old.

It's a pity that they thought too simply!

No one would think that Zhang Haomeng's methods were cruel, after all, as long as he was in his right mind, he would know that if that hot-tempered Elder Nuyan was stronger.

Then, the one who died tragically on the martial arts stage today is the Zhang family.

That's the reality!

On the other hand, it is even more disgusting for these monks of the Dry Sect to put on the appearance of victims.

"This person is also too rampant, after experiencing the consumption of the previous game, but he hasn't changed people, do you want to continue to fight?"

The Lang Chang, whose arm was wrapped around the black and white snake, said in a cold tone.

In terms of strength, he was no worse than Elder Nu Yan, and now he was holding back his anger, and his heart was naturally full of murderous intent.

Qing Juzi's eyes stared at Zhang Haomeng, who was standing on the martial arts platform in front of him, and when he looked at him with a smile on his face, he was so angry that the mana in his body was almost disordered.

"Lang Chang, you are on this battle. He said coldly.

Lang Chang's face was gloomy, "I have this intention, I will definitely kill this person, avenge the anger, and be ashamed!"

When he said this, his cold eyes deliberately looked at Zhang Zixian and the others, as if he was saying it to them.

Zhang Zixian smiled lightly, and stretched out his right hand to the front, "This elder, then please." ”

"Humph!"

Lang Chang's eyes were as cold as a knife, he stepped out, and the whole person flew to the martial arts stage with a bang.

Zhang Haomeng already had the will to fight again, after all, he was still on the rise, so he couldn't go on like this.

When he saw someone coming in front of him, he laughed.