Seeing my depressed face, Jingyang raised his hand and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and smiled brightly, "It's really much older than you, you should call me uncle." ”

"Hello uncle. I immediately smiled and said, I've met some uncle-level characters recently. It looks like it's all.

This Jingyang seems to be like this.

"Hehe, uncle?" Burning looked at Jingyang in a sneering voice. "We Zhumen people come out to do errands, you dare to beat our people. I tell you, not only you, but your whole family will suffer. ”

"What an idiot it takes to say such a thing. Jingyang twisted his neck. "Wang Chongyang, I'll deal with this matter, I haven't done it for many years. 、”

I was stunned, I know me, but I don't know him, but maybe I'm handsome.

"Okay, you can play. I said with a smile.

"Do you say it again?" Burning at the stake, his face was gloomy and cold, with a faint murderous aura. Said to Jingyang.

In Zhumen, he is also one of the disciples, and he was not majestic when he walked to you before, where did anyone dare to scold him in front of him so arrogantly. And the person who scolded him was just a little person who could pinch an ant to death at any time.

"I said you're really stupid, do you really have a problem with your ears? ”

Jingyang raised the empty cup elegantly, "Moreover, you look so ugly, why are you scary, Wang Chongyang, drink one." "I also pour myself a cup of tea. "Welcome to my club. ”

"Haha...... Kind?" Burning stake said with a smile: "Tonight, I will burn you to know what the real people of Zhumen are, and the people of Zhumen are not allowed to be provoked." ”

"Bullshit, to me, it's all garbage. Jingyang raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Tell you, if you want to be a bad person, you can do it, but you also have to have quality to be a bad person, understand? It's not that you are so bad to be a bad person, you are so bad." It's called garbage, it's ugly, it's garbage. ”

"I'm grass, bastard, what do you dare to say that the people in Zhumen are garbage. The stake looked at him, and said in a gloomy tone with arrogance: "Tonight." If I don't kill you, I'll have your last name. ”

"Who lives and who dies is still unknown. But, all I know now is that you can't have my last name, because I'm handsome, and you're ugly. ”

Jing Yang looked at his towering appearance, and then looked at the teacup in his hand. Suddenly, a grim smile rose on the corner of his mouth, and in front of everyone present, the wine glass tilted forward, and all the tea in the cup was spilled.

"......" Burning at the stake, where would he have thought that the other party would be so bold to pour tea on him, and the speed was so fast that he couldn't dodge, which made the stake particularly surprised, and he was caught off guard, maybe it could be said that he couldn't dodge at all, and poured him in the face.

The burner felt the drops of wine flowing down his face to the collar and the ground, and with an expression of disbelief on his face, the dignified Zhumen disciple poured tea on his face in a humiliating gesture.

Before the stake could react from the shock, the well-trained disciples of the Bamboo Sect behind him immediately rushed up and surrounded Jingyang.

The stake subconsciously reached out to wipe away the blurred wine that was dripping down his eyes, and finally came back to his senses.

The next moment, he completely lost his demeanor and shouted: "Killed, if you are crippled and do not die, then you are not from Zhumen, and Zhumen does not raise incompetent wrecks." ”

Jingyang knew that it was inevitable to do something, so he smiled, and it seemed that he could exercise

At the moment when the stake receded, those Zhumen disciples naturally knew that the man in front of them was good, and one of them shouted violently, stretched out his hand and slashed at Jingyang's neck with great speed, if it was hit by gravity, it would definitely be fatal.

Jing Yang smiled contemptuously, although the quality of these Zhumen disciples was good, it was a pity that they were facing him.

When the hand of the disciple of the Bamboo Gate slashed down only a few centimeters from his neck, Jingyang's eyes flashed with coldness, and suddenly his body accelerated, and he rushed forward and slammed into the opponent's chest, and a cracking sound sounded, followed by a terrible scream.

One of the first disciples to attack collapsed to the ground, his face twisted in horror from pain, and his sternum had been completely broken.

With just one move, the other party lost one person!

The other three Zhumen disciples were shocked, at this moment, where would they not be able to see that the strength and skills displayed by Uncle Junya in front of them were absolutely amazing, no wonder they could go against the master's people.

The three of them glanced at each other and rushed forward together......

"Bang ......"

Jing Yang relied on the speed that was much stronger than the other party, forced away a disciple's fist with one punch, and then pulled his hand to make a hard move with another disciple, he stood still, but that person was shocked by this strong force and quickly fell backwards, knocking over the table behind him.

The last Zhumen man took advantage of the strength of the foot on the sofa, and a volley side kick was about to hit Jingyang's waist, but unfortunately, in Jingyang's opinion, the cooperation of the three was not tacit, and the speed was not fast.

Jing Yang grabbed his calf with his backhand accurately, and when the other party was shocked and wanted to twist and kick back, Jing Yang's gesture moved, and he actually shook the strong man weighing more than 180 pounds plus the power brought by inertia, completely with the strength of his hands, and smashed it to a table next to him.

"Bang......" A person's body smashed the western dining table, pushing by inertia, sweeping all the items on the table to the ground, making a crackling sound. Is it a dull piece of garbage.

As for him, he had already collapsed under the table, screaming as he tumbled. There was also a Zhumen disciple who was forced to retreat, and he no longer dared to rush up alone.

"Chongyang, this uncle seems to be very bullish. Sister Mei said. Looking at such a scene, he covered his mouth with the same look of disbelief, "I thought that no one except you had such skills and strength."

I turned my head and said with a smile: "Sister Mei, in fact, there are many masters, but you haven't met them, but I am good at it, in fact, I exercise a lot, especially in bed?"

"Your sister, get out of the way. She smiled and said, "But although I am a layman, this man is strong enough to rival his master piano level." ”

Burning at the stake looked at the other party's lazy expression and easily leveled his three Zhumen people, he couldn't believe that the people from Zhumen were too incompetent, or this uncle was too strong.

The stake stared at him fiercely, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

Any disciple who comes out of the bamboo gate can beat ten people, but this Jingyang in front of him has no strength at all, and he has been playing all the time.

"You're smart and you guessed it right. However, my other identity is naturally a beautiful flower messenger. Jingyang looked at him with a mocking face, and then said, "Look, I am indeed the messenger of the flower protector." ”

Annan smiled and said, "Yes, you are my flower messenger. I am grateful to you. ”

The voice of the stake was cold: "Hmph, you beat our three disciples, will you die faster?"

Jingyang said with a bright face: "Really, really, you want to kill me, come on." ”

"Good, good!" the stake gasped, "I admire your backbone for not being afraid of death. ”

Jing Yang suddenly, raised his foot and stepped the face of the Zhumen disciple in front of him with a broken sternum with his shiny leather shoes, and said with a cruel smile: "Do you know why you suffered such torture? It's very simple, you are with the wrong person, and you are a very filthy and garbage person, I will see the people of Zhumen in the future, and I will fight once I see them!"

Stomp on the face and insult.

It's serious.

The stake was furious.

Gong Bendao was also angry.

There were also Zhumen disciples who didn't go up, and the faces of the disciples of the Bamboo Sect who didn't go up changed, even though the slap and trampling didn't fall on their heads, they could still imagine the feeling of nesting and humiliation.

Gong Bendao said slowly: "All on, kill him." ”

In an instant, the remaining disciples of the Bamboo Sect came along the aisle or stepping on the table, and they all pounced on him with fierce faces.

Jingyang shook his head, he originally wanted to use knives, forks and forks for these people, but Gege is here, Gege is a very clean person.

Well, one hand and two feet can still make all these people in the bamboo gate lie down.

"Let me show you what the real fighting aesthetic is. Jingyang was still elegantly holding the teacup with one hand, but with the other hand, he suddenly picked up the bottle of red wine on the table and rushed forward to a bamboo door man in front of him like electricity.

The celebrity thought he could dodge, but unfortunately some of the speed was not something he could have expected. As he turned sideways to dodge another kick, "Bang!" a mellow burst of red wine accompanied by a natural snort and blood splatters.

Another one will fall with one move!

In the blink of an eye, Jing Yang's left hand holding the teacup was as steady as Mount Tai, not even splashing water stains, elegant and bright and bloody and violent existed in a man, it was either an angel or a devil.

Jing Yang smiled faintly, slammed one foot to the ground, bounced up quickly, dodged the sneak attack on the side, and the elegant figure paused in the air in a miracle...... The two Zhumen disciples also wanted to combine him to kill him in the air.

It's a pity that they will never have a chance, Jingyang's falling body seems to be slow, but in fact it is as fast as lightning, and the price of misjudgment can only be seriously injured and fall to the ground.

"Bang bang ......" Jingyang volleyed a difficult 180-degree kick with a series of kicks, and when the two Zhumen disciples were unwilling to be paralyzed like a pile of mud, he landed safely, and raised his hand like lightning to punch.

The sneak attacker felt a tremendous force of shock coming towards him, flying out like catkins and smashing on his companion behind him, and the man immediately flipped on his back.

The hands of one or two people are like a drop in the bucket, one hurts the other, which completely stimulates the ferocity of this group of disciples who bombard the bamboo sect on weekdays. Everyone looked at each other, and they all rushed together, inside and outside the aisles, up and down the table...... As long as they can pass people, they are there.

Jing Yang narrowed his slender eyes, and a lazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth......

The sound of "bang bang ......bang" fists and feet was endless, and Jingyang took all their attacks with his electric speed and strong strength, and dissolved them invisibly, his demeanor was like a leisurely stroll, casual and natural, and the tea was ...... Still not a drop has been spilled.

"Done?" Jing Yang stretched out his tongue very wickedly and licked his lower lip, and said with a bright face: "Then it's my turn." ”

Jingyang drank the red wine in his hand in one gulp, and the elegant tea cup rested on a dining table beside him.

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