Dongluo was punched away by a metal man and smashed to the ground, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and the internal injuries that had been hit by sharp arrows in the room before were aggravated by a few points.

He stood up with difficulty, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and grinned, "The so-called tendon training is nothing more than ...... So. ”

Coupled with the metal man, there are still four people left in front of him, and under the fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries in Dongluo, and fighting for his life, a metal man was directly beaten to pieces. The rest of them were also scarred, and no one was better than the other.

Winterfall had chain mail to block some of the damage for him, so his injuries only looked serious, but they were actually within the range he could bear.

The strength of chain mail can be seen.

Most of his injuries are internal injuries, and the internal qi condensed by the Yi Jin Sutra is constantly channeling his broken meridians, and the Yi Jin Sutra is worthy of being the general outline of the practice of Buddhist ascetics.

Ye Yingshui held a feather arrow in his hand and turned it gently, "You are better than ants, you still know how to struggle." And the ants, I don't even know how to die. The more you struggle, the more I like it, and the smell of you ...... The more fragrant. ”

Dongluo snorted lightly and said: "Phew! Do you really think you are a high god?" Open your mouth and close your mouth is an ant and an ant, and I don't know that I am just a big ant in the eyes of others. ”

Ye Yingshui raised her eyebrows, "I don't care what I am in the eyes of others, as long as I am a god in your eyes." ”

The wooden sword in Zheng Nanfeng's hand trembled slightly, and he glanced at the metal man who had been shattered with some pain.

These three metal figures were originally given to him by the family to obtain heavy treasures in the secret territory of the Dragon Gate, but now that he hasn't even seen the shadow of the treasure, he has already destroyed a metal man, and it is fake to say that he is not distressed.

Even if his Zheng family is famous for casting nail pills up and down the mountain, he can't afford such a meaningless consumption, you must know that every time you make a nail pill that can be regarded as a treasure by the family, it will consume all kinds of metals and spirit stones, even if some small families don't eat or drink for a year, it's not enough.

But now there is a body that was smashed by the young man in front of him like this, and it was still in front of him, and the other party was like a humanoid beast, and he resisted four punches with his back after hard, just to hit the punch that made the metal man burst.

Zheng Nanfeng was suddenly a little afraid, and he didn't know whether it would be a blessing or a curse for his Zheng family to provoke such a ruthless person.

But this idea was quickly suppressed by him, as long as this young man died in front of his eyes and died here, then for his Zheng family, it would be a blessing, and it would be a great blessing.

Zheng Nanfeng was ruthless in his heart, and took out three silver armor pills from the mustard seeds again and threw them on the ground, and the silver armor pills turned into three silver metal people with a bang, and joined the team that besieged Dongluo.

There are some rules in the Shenzhou Continent that are very strange, but if you think about it, it seems to be the same reason. Among these many rules, one of them has been enshrined as a guideline by major families and sects, and has even been engraved into the family motto.

If a person who has offended has already been offended to death, and there is no room for maneuver, then no effort must be spared in the extermination of this person, and the enemy must never be given the slightest chance to grow.

This is the experience summed up by the lives and blood of many family sects on the Shenzhou Continent that have disappeared in the long river of history.

Very accurate.

It's true.

It's also profound.

Every force, big or small, believes in this principle and does so.

Therefore, Zheng Nanfeng did not hesitate to throw out three more silver metal people equivalent to the Blood Boiling Realm, just to get rid of the person in front of him who might become the enemy of their family.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to stay behind him to protect Ye Yingshui behind him, he would even want to go on the field in person to kill the young man who had some good feelings.

In exchange for a promise from Ye Yingshui.

In this secret realm of Longmen, he is not afraid of Ye Yingshui's remorse, even if she has a yin and yang spell in her body, he has countless ways to make her die so that she can no longer die, or life is better than death.

Zheng Nanfeng took a step back and stood in front of Ye Yingshui.

On the top of the mountain now, it seems that only their Zheng family and Dongluo are fighting, but no one can guarantee that those who are watching the play will suddenly come on the stage and intervene.

The human heart is ghostly, and the human heart cannot withstand scrutiny before the huge benefits.

It's better to be careful.

He was not only wary of the little fat man who was about to move, but also the children of the Mo family who watched coldly, or the little old man who didn't even look at them.

Of course, he was also on guard against Ye Yingshui behind him.

Because of the addition of three silver metal figures, the situation faced by Dongluo has become more and more difficult.

Three boiled blood, four refining muscles, not to mention beating him a person in the Bone Forging Realm, even in the face of the general marrow cutting realm, he has the power to fight.

But now it is blocked by the winter fall, and blocked, although it is very difficult, but I have to say that this is a miracle.

Not to mention that the few people who were watching from the sidelines felt unbelievable, even Dongluo himself didn't believe it.

All credit can only be given to chain mail.

Mo Ziyu no longer spoke, but nervously pinched Mo Ziqing's sleeve.

The little fat man's body trembled slightly, and his eyes stared at Ye Yingshui hidden behind Zheng Nanfeng slightly, like a cheetah strolling on the grassland, an eagle soaring in the sky, always ready to give a fatal blow to the prey.

Ye Yingshui, who was nervously paying attention to the winter fall, suddenly glanced at the little fat man with some confusion, and found that there was nothing unusual, so he couldn't help but smile at the little fat man who looked a little happy.

The little fat man also scratched his head and smiled innocently at Ye Yingshui.

Look at each other and smile.

It's just that their respective smiles are a little real, and they have a few different meanings.

Maybe only the two of them know!

The little old man, who had closed his eyes, also opened his eyes and watched the melee of seven to one with interest.

It was as if at this moment, a rare object finally entered his eyes.

Dongluo will inevitably suffer more punches when he delivers a punch, and every punch he suffers is on top of his vital point.

Each punch was so powerful that the green shirt on his body exploded, revealing the fiery red chain mail inside the green shirt.

At this moment, the chain mail is densely covered with fist prints, palm prints, and finger prints, and I don't know what metal the chain mail is made of.

Ethereal fingers are like ghost incarnations, endlessly nowhere to be found.

The giant spirit fist fell like a meteorite, and the force was great.

The soft palm is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, like a shadow.

......

All kinds of martial arts, wonderful.

Although the Dao Law is forbidden in the secret territory of Longmen, martial arts are not forbidden.

Like a humanoid sandbag, Dongluo is being hammered with various martial arts.

A crashing sound sounded like a golden stone.

A mouthful of hot blood spurted out.

Dongluo only has one punch and one elbow, one kick and one knee.

Hand it out, take it back, hand it out again.

Mo Ziyu looked at Mo Ziqing with some unbearability, "Senior brother, can you save it?"

Mo Ziqing pulled Mo Ziyu behind him, blocked her gaze and said, "Don't save it." ”

Mo Ziyu wanted to ask again, but Mo Ziyuan gave her a look.

She knew the meaning in her eyes, that is, to talk less and see more.

The little fat man casually took a step forward at first, another step, and then walked faster and faster, and the pace became bigger and bigger.

In the end, he stepped directly on the ground, flew up, and punched Ye Yingshui.

Zheng Nanfeng suddenly had a stinging eyebrow, and turned around suddenly, but saw that like a dark cloud covering the sun, a little fat man stretched forward with his right hand into a fist, and his left hand clenched into a fist against his left leg, falling from the sky.

Zheng Nanfeng's eyebrows raised slightly, and the wooden sword in his hand turned slightly, only to hear a clicking sound, and the wooden sword turned into a bow and crossbow.

Zheng Nanfeng's right arm holding the crossbow was slightly raised, and he shot at the little fat man in the air.

The little fat man looked at the approaching crossbow arrows, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the figure flying in the air suddenly turned, changed direction, and directly avoided the rapidly approaching crossbow arrows.

There was a click sound from the bow and crossbow in Zheng Nanfeng's hand again, and the bow and crossbow quickly spread out and turned into a round shield. The arm of the crossbow and the crossbow machine are bent up and turned into a grip.

The little fat man's already strong punch, coupled with the effect of high-altitude gravity, smashed on the round shield with a bang.

Zheng Nanfeng's legs bent slightly, and he took a few steps back in an instant, looking at the little fat man in front of him with some disbelief.

It seems difficult to imagine how such a huge power could be hidden in such a body.

Zheng Nanfeng's face darkened slightly: "Brother Tai, it doesn't seem to be good to be so moral! If you don't give me an explanation today, then you will be an enemy of my Zheng family in Yunmeng County, Great Zhou." Then you have to think about it, you can't bear the consequences of angering my Zheng family, but don't cause trouble for the family sect behind you. ”

Zheng Nanfeng's voice was not hurried, it was flat and slow, but no matter who could hear the anger and danger in it.

The little fat man snorted coldly, gently shook his knuckles and slightly reddish right hand and said, "Give you an explanation? Are you worthy? Are you worthy of the Zheng family? Master, I don't need to explain to anyone when I do things." provokes the anger of your Zheng family, no matter what the consequences are, I will take it. But ......"

The little fat man paused, and his voice was a little playful: "Anger my anger, master, I don't know if your Zheng family can catch it?"

Zheng Nanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the little fat man in front of him again.

In his study in Yunmeng County, every day, there will be news from the young and handsome men of the Great Zhou and the surrounding countries and families, and the news of the proud son of the Son of Heaven will be sent for him to read.

Those who should be co-opted and befriended, and those who should be kept away, he has a rough number in his heart.

But when he thought about it carefully in his mind, he found that there was no news about the little fat man in front of him.

Could it be that the Shenzhou Continent came far away from the rest of the Great Zhou Kingdom?

It's unlikely!

People who can knock him back a few steps with one punch and look relaxed, there shouldn't be many people in the entire Shenzhou Continent among their peers!

What's more, the Zheng family is famous for building armor pills on the mountains and down the mountain, and it is the object that the major forces should win over and befriend!

In recent years, the Zheng family has become friendly with major immortal sects and secular dynasties. It's impossible to make enemies!

Who the hell is this little fat man?

Zheng Nanfeng had to be treated solemnly.

A proud son of the sky, he Zheng Nanfeng doesn't need to pay attention to it, because he is too.

A proud son of heaven who does not treat his Zheng family as a thing, and is qualified to treat his Zheng family as a bad thing, he has to take it seriously.

The round shield in Zheng Nanfeng's hand turned back into a wooden sword again, "Young people still have to have a heart of awe." Otherwise, the rivers and lakes are deep, and they don't know how to die. ”

The little fat man clenched his fists, and his knuckles crackled, "Awe, of course I have it, master! If the family behind your Zheng family in Xiniu Hezhou tells me this, I still have to give some face, Bi Jing and some of them are losers I can't beat now, if we can't beat us, we have to admit it, otherwise we have to accept our fate." ”

The little fat man screamed, "But you! I can beat you! If you can beat you, I will beat you to your fate." Master, I'll tell you today, what he wants to get as a loser is now taken by me, and it's my master. Remember, if you don't die in the secret territory of Longmen today, then you go back and tell those old immortals behind you, my name is ...... Corpse Jiao"

The little fat man's right foot gently swirled on the ground, and suddenly his body leaned back, and he swept towards Zheng Nanfeng with a whip leg.

Zheng Nanfeng also snorted coldly, and met the whip leg of the little fat corpse Jiao with a punch, directly fighting with him.

Ye Yingshui looked at the somewhat empty surroundings, and his expression was complicated.

Ever since he saw that Dongluo was one against five and did not fall into the wind, her face was already ugly.

When Dong Luo defeated one against seven, and there were three fist armors in the Blood Realm, her face became even more ugly.

If before, Dongluo was one against five and did not show any signs of defeat, she could still understand, and even think that this was normal.

Because which celestial person is not a stunningly talented person, but a celestial person who can bear great cause and effect, is not tolerated by heaven and earth, is targeted by the heavenly dao, and even does not hesitate to plant a grain of dao seed in his body, he is the best among them.

Before such a celestial person becomes a heavenly condemner, he kills with one enemy and crosses the ranks, which is really as easy and casual as eating and drinking.

However, according to the past practice of the Shenzhou Continent, shouldn't the Heavenly Dependents all become wastes after becoming the Heavenly Retribution, and then wait silently for death?

What's going on with this winter fall?

Relying on the subtle Taoism of the Yin and Yang Family, the first time she saw Dongluo in Luoyang City, she saw that he was a damned, and he was also a damned person with great karma.

So he thought about Dongluo.

The Ye family, where Ye Yingshui is located, cultivates the ethereal theory of cause and effect, and believes in the ruthless words of the Great Dao.

The Ye family believes that the cause and effect in the world are like the veins on the red leaves of the thousand leaves in the Red Leaf City, which are clearly visible and have traces to follow.

They compare the way of heaven to a big tree, the great road is a branch, and each of them is a leaf, and the veins on that leaf are like cause and effect in the world.

Whether it is good cause and effect, or evil cause and evil effect, as long as it passes through the hands of his Ye family, it can become a line connecting them to the Heavenly Dao, doing good causes will get good results, and cutting off evil causes will also get good results. This so-called good fruit is a gift from heaven.

The first time she saw Dongluo, it was as if she had seen a fragrant fruit, and it was full of enticing aromas.

With the profundity of her Ye family's Dao method, it is conceivable that as long as she ends the winter fall that is not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao, and it is also the winter fall that the Heavenly Dao of conceit and great cause and effect does not tolerate. Then the good fruit she obtained might even directly push her to the unprecedented peak of her Ye family.

So she's crazy, even if it's worth it in the end.

In Luoyang City, she was afraid that she would kill Dongluo and get the good fruit, and she didn't have her life, so she couldn't help but do nothing.

But in this secret realm of the Dragon Gate, she can't control so much. No family's thousand-year-old plan for prosperity is worth her strong rise alone.

As long as she rises, she alone can make the family prosperous for a thousand years.

Ye Yingshui looked at Dongluo, who had been knocked down by seven people in a deep pit and was dying, motionless, and walked forward with reddish eyes, today's Dongluo must die, and she will die in her hands.

The seven members of the Zheng family were no longer moving, but gathered around the edge of the deep pit, and the five metal people were fine, but the two Zheng family members looked at the fierce young man in the pit with palpitations.

Wufu is the strongest existence in the same realm, but the young man in front of him can hit all the martial artists, defeating the strong with the weak, what a pervert this is, what a demon can do it!

Ye Yingshui stood on the edge of the pit with a somewhat complicated expression and said, "Boy, what's your name?"

The corners of Dongluo's mouth were surging with blood, but he still smiled: "My name is ...... Your uncle. ”

Ye Yingshui put away the trace of complexity in his heart, gently rubbed the arrow in his hand with his fingertips, shook his head and chuckled: "When the cause and effect in your body becomes the luck in my body, you won't talk like that." ”

Ye Yingshui's expression was cold, and the feather arrow in his hand instantly shot towards Dongluo's head, "Because, you were already dead at that time." ”

Dongluo snorted coldly, opened his eyes wide, and stared at Ye Yingshui deadly.

The distance of more than a dozen steps was just an instant, and the sharp tip of the arrow broke through the skin of Dongluo's eyebrows without any blockage, and pierced into it fiercely.

It only stopped just as the tip of the arrow was about to touch his skull.

Of course, it was not only the arrows that stopped, but also Ye Yingshui, Zheng Nanfeng, Mo Ziyu and others.

Maybe the only people in the audience who can move are only three people.

Mo Ziqing smiled bitterly at the little old man in the distance and said, "The cultivation of the old man of Chu Nangong is really getting more and more sophisticated! ”

The little old man, who was called Chu Nangong by Mo Ziqing, snorted coldly, "You little fart, don't shoot if you don't know how to shoot sycophants, it's really blunt." ”

Mo Ziqing snorted, scratched his head in embarrassment, and didn't know what to say.

Dongluo pretended not to see anything, heard nothing, closed his eyes, and moved his head to the side little by little. I'm afraid that when the little old man stopped the long river of time suddenly flows, the arrow in the center of his eyebrows will definitely shoot him through, and he will die no more.

Dongluo felt that he had almost moved, opened his eyes and looked at the arrow on the left side of his head, and exhaled lightly.

It's just that his breath hasn't been fully exhaled, so he takes another big breath.

It turned out that there were two people squatting next to him, looking at him.

Dongluo didn't care about the pain, and hurriedly hugged his chest with his hands, looking at the two people beside him with strange eyes.

The little old man squatting on his left snorted coldly, stood up and kicked Dongluo's waist, "Did you copy eight characters at the archway at the door?"

Dongluo didn't know why the little old man asked like this, but he was under the eaves and had to bow his head, so he quickly shook his head and said as fast as he could: "It's coming!"

The little old man laughed angrily: "Show it to me." ”

Dongluo is still shaking his head desperately, that painting can be said to be the best one he has come in recent years, and he still wants to keep it for himself when he has something to do.

Now take it out to this little old man, it is ironclad that the meat buns beat the dog, and there is no return.

But when he thought that his life was still in the hands of others, it was better to give it to himself obediently than to wait for others to kill him and then take it from his mustard seeds.

Dongluo sighed lightly, and reluctantly handed out a piece of moire paper calligraphy from the mustard seed to the little old man.

The little old man opened the moire paper and looked at it carefully, and the smile on his face became stronger and stronger.

Dongluo looked at the little old man and looked at it himself, and then handed it to another person squatting beside him and glanced at it a few times.

At this moment, Dongluo suddenly felt so aggrieved, as if a person had opened the door of his own warehouse and let the robbers enter to find the treasure.

This is not the most excessive, the most excessive thing is that after the robber himself finished reading the treasure, he did not forget to share it with the other robbers.

It's like saying, look, this is the baby I snatched, and now it's mine.

The more Dongluo thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that the little old man would be trampled to death here like stepping on a formation.

The little old man also seemed to have discovered his own mistake, and naturally put away the picture that said that the world is white, but I am the only black sticker, coughed and said, "That, what's your name?"

Dongluo reluctantly squeezed out a smiling face and said, "Senior, my name is Dongluo." Winter is the winter of winter, and falling is the fall of falling. ”

The little old man looked a little embarrassed, "That winter falls, right! senior, I see that your painting is very good, but senior, I found that there is a bit of a fly in the ointment......"

Dongluo really wanted to say, this picture is all yours, and the fly in the ointment there is none of my business!, but he still smiled: "Please also ask the seniors to make it clear." ”

The little old man smiled: "You haven't stamped your seal yet!"

Dongluo, who was galloping with thousands of horses in his heart, could only silently recite a few words of heart-purifying mantra in his heart, and took out a very ordinary private message from the mustard seeds, dipped it in ink, and directly covered it on the moire paper that the little old man had already unfolded.

The little old man nodded with satisfaction this time, "That Dongluo! I took such a good thing from you, you see that I don't have anything to give you, so I'll give you a few small toys!"

After the little old man finished speaking, he waved his big hand, and the five metal men who were originally standing on the edge of the pit instantly turned into five armor pills and flew back to his hands.

The little old man pinched it lightly and said, "The soul seals on these five armor pills have been broken up by me, and now they are yours." ”

Dongluo just wanted to despise the little old man, but when he thought that his life was still in the hands of others, he hurriedly said with joy on his face: "Thank you for the kindness of your predecessors, it's just such a big gift, how can I be embarrassed to accept it, boy!"

The little old man also seemed to feel a little unbearable, so he directly threw the five nail pills on Dongluo's body and walked directly out of the pit, "Next time you come to Luoyang City Simeizhai, you can pick ...... pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Before the little old man came out of the pit, he said again, "Nine-star flashing arrows, practice very well." When I saw Li Mu, I remembered to tell him that he owed me a pot of good wine. ”

The little old man flew directly into the sky and disappeared.

It's hard for Dongluo to imagine someone who can still fly under such pressure in the Dragon Gate Secret Territory.

How fierce that is!

The winter fall is a little envious.

Although he felt that the little old man had experienced harm, it was just that the back of the departed man looked a little like he had run away?

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to think about it, so he didn't want to think about it directly.

He tilted his head to look at a teenager-like figure on the other side.

Grinning.