Chinese After finishing the meal, Hua Ji saw Zhao Wufang, so he wanted to go over and chat. Hua Ji is in the cultivation field of the Zhao family, and it is not easy to meet an acquaintance.

Hua Ji didn't have a good impression of Zhao Wufang. In the secret realm of Fengtan Mountain, the two of them can be regarded as having released their suspicions, and Hua Ji still has no good impression of Zhao Wufang.

Zhao Wufang killed Wu Fan's good brother and six sons. He didn't do it himself, but without his inducement, the sixth son would not have died.

But if you don't have a good feeling, you don't have a good feeling, so it's okay to talk about it. The matter of Zhao Wufang and the six sons, Hua Ji left it to Wu Fan to decide.

Some people are not fit to be friends, and they can not be enemies. Hua Ji was about to go over to talk, but someone reprimanded Zhao Wufang and told Zhao Wufang to get out.

Hua Ji knew at a glance that the two disciples of Group B were deliberately finding fault, because the cafeteria was very large and there were still many empty seats.

These two people had to let Zhao Wufang give up his seat and get out of the way, not to find fault. Hua Ji said in his heart, it turned out that Zhao Wufang's calf was not very popular, and he couldn't eat a chicken leg steadily.

"Huh. Why do I use 'also'? My popularity is very good, I think. "Hua Ji secretly slandered himself.

Hua Ji randomly found a nearby place to sit down, watch a play, and eat. Zhao Wufang had already put down the chicken leg and looked up at the two Group B disciples.

"There are empty seats everywhere, why sit on me. Zhao Wufang asked.

"Zhao Wufang, are you really dizzy or fake dizzy. The disciple of Group B who spoke earlier sneered. Zhao Wufang said lightly: "It's really dizzy and fake, it has nothing to do with you." In addition, my seniority is high, and when I am not cultivating, please call me by seniority and call me grandpa, thank you. Hua Ji was eating a mouthful of rice, and when he heard Zhao Wufang's words, he almost squirted out, he should have thought of it a long time ago, in a huge family, some people get married and give birth early, and some people get married and give birth, if you take into account the extreme situation, two generations can be a generation apart.

He got married and had children at the age of thirty, and his son got married and had children at the age of thirty. Two generations have been sixty years, and those who have married and had children at the age of twenty have three generations in sixty years, and their grandchildren have all married and had children.

After such a long-term accumulation, the generations of the big family must be uneven. Therefore, it is not strange that Zhao Wufang is in his twenties, and Zhao Wudang, who is in his sixties, and Zhao Wudu, who is in his sixties, are of the same generation.

However, the level of cultivation is another algorithm, so when the clan meeting, Zhao Wufang can call Zhao Wuxing a clan brother, and when he cultivates, he still has to call his uncle and ancestor.

Hua Ji shook his head: "Big family, it's too chaotic, but the people are still happy." "They have Huajiazhuang, of course, they also have this kind of problem, but it is very clear, unlike the big families of the Zhao family, many Zhao family members, sometimes they can't find it clearly.

Hua Ji had just pondered for a moment when he heard the disciple of Group B sneering: "Hehe, in this cultivation field, there is no family generation, only cultivation generation, so you are still a junior brother." If I count to three, you will get out of here, or ......" The disciple of Group B clenched his fist, and the joints made a crackling sound.

In fact, it doesn't make any sense for cultivators to play with the sound of bone joints, just let the bone joints sound to show that they are strong and have feelings.

Zhao Wufang's face turned pale, and he glared angrily at the disciple of Group B.

"Three. The disciple of Group B was completely unmoved by Zhao Wufang's gaze and began to count. Zhao Wufang clenched his fists, the green tendons on his hands were exposed, and fire was about to erupt from his eyes, but he didn't dare to swing his fists.

"II. The group B disciple shouted again. Many people have discovered the conflict between Zhao Wufang and the disciple of Group B, all of whom are the same as Hua Ji, watching the play while eating.

They are used to this kind of thing. Because of the Zhao family's rules that they can fight, the disciples of Group A and Group B have always been domineering, and the disciples of Group C and Group D are often beaten.

Of course, those who are beaten are generally second-rate or even third-rate elites like Zhao Wufang. Like Zhao Qiankuo, who is bound to become a first-class elite, and even in Group A in the future, he is also a top figure, so naturally no one can bully him without opening his eyes.

This feeling is bullying the weak and fearing the hard. Hanaji didn't like this feeling very much. The disciple of Group B counted two numbers, but Zhao Wufang still didn't move, but he didn't say anything.

He knew that words were useless, only to bring more ridicule.

"Hehe, I'll count again, if you still don't move, I'm going to beat someone, and when the clan meeting comes, I'll make amends to you. Then, after the clan meeting, continue to fight. The voice of the disciple of Group B was a little excited, as if he hoped that Zhao Wufang would persevere to the end, and then he would have a reason to beat Zhao Wufang.

Hua Ji was also watching, what Zhao Wufang was going to do. Zhao Wufang sat down, looked up at the group B disciple coldly, and still didn't move.

If it goes on like this, a fat beating is inevitable.

"Haha, you've figured it out, I'm really going to count. "That group B disciple deliberately made a loud noise, and also used a Hong Kong and Taiwan accent.

He thought he had a good sense of humor.

"Good. I'll get out of the way, please take a seat. Zhao Wufang's face suddenly became calm, as if the anger he was full of suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Wufang took his food tray, got up, left the table, turned around and left. As soon as he took a step, he felt something in front of his ankle, blocking his way, it was a foot.

For cultivators around level 10, uneven feet or foreign objects blocking it are not a problem at all, and they can easily dodge.

Zhao Wufang wanted to dodge, but his true qi was suppressed, and he couldn't dodge at all, and he couldn't even open his legs. But his body was already tilted and he fell to the ground.

He subconsciously threw away the food tray and put his hands on the ground.

"Hey, third-rate garbage cultivator, the reaction is okay. The B-level disciple laughed and withdrew his foot.

Zhao Wufang was aggrieved with both hands, he worked the ground, his body bounced up, he didn't look back, and continued to walk. He didn't resist, but the group B disciple clearly didn't intend to end.

Syllable. Zhao Wufang was kicked in the socket of his leg, he knelt on the ground, and then stepped on one foot on his back.

"I thought you'd resist twice, but it's boring. The group B disciple exerted his strength again and kicked Zhao Wufang with one kick.

Another group B disciple smiled: "Look at him so well-behaved this time, forget it, fight next time." ”

"Okay. The disciple of Group B said. Zhao Wufang got up, still didn't look back, he didn't go forward, but stood up and dusted the dirt on his body.

Then, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards the disciple of Group B: "Zhao Qianze, you have the ability to kill me." Zhao Wufang didn't bring a weapon, he smashed his fist at that group B disciple Zhao Qianze.

Zhao Qianze, a disciple in Group B, was a little surprised, but Zhao Wufang was too weak for him, and he could be sent away casually.

He didn't get up, his body slid down on the chair, half lying on the chair, dodging Zhao Wufang's fist, and then kicked Zhao Wufang with a flick leg.

Zhao Qianze sneered: "I didn't expect you to really resist, ****." Zhao Qianze got up, walked to Zhao Wufang's side, and kicked violently.

Zhao Wufang was powerless to resist, so he could only hold his head. Their fighting posture is no different from the bullying of school bullies.

When the bully bullies people, he kicks them to the ground and beats them hard, while the classmates who are bullied can only protect their own vital points and be beaten.

This was done by Zhao Qianze on purpose. He used his martial arts true qi to suppress Zhao Wufang's martial arts true qi, making Zhao Wufang look like an ordinary person.

In the end, the gap between the two is too big. Zhao Qianzong, who is already level 20, has the strength of the second-rate upper rank, and further along, Zhao Qianze has the strength of a first-class low-level elite.

Zhao Wufang's martial arts are only eleventh level, and he is still the eleventh level of martial arts of a third-rate cultivator. The real strength can only be equivalent to a second-rate cultivator of the eighth and ninth levels.

In this way, the difference between the two martial arts levels is nine levels, but the difference in strength between the two is more than ten levels.

Therefore, once Zhao Wufang was suppressed by Zhao Qianze, he had no power to fight back, and there was no surprise. The gap between Zhao Wufang and Zhao Qianze is similar to that between Hua Ji and Zhao Rengan in Kunlun Mountain.

It's just that Hua Ji and Zhao Rengan, on the surface, there is a big gap in martial arts, there are nearly twenty levels, but one is the other, in fact, it is not that big.

Zhao Rengan's actual level was only the level of a second-rate low-level cultivator, which was stronger than Zhao Wufang's, and it was also limited.

Even if it is one and the other, the gap between Hua Ji and Zhao Rengan is still very large, if it is not for Hua Ji's surprise and Zhao Rengan is too light on the enemy, Hua Ji will not have any chance at all.

Now Zhao Wufang has no chance.

"Senior Brother Wufang, give me a good stomach. Zhao Qianze sneered. He seemed tired of kicking and walked back to the dinner table.

And Zhao Wufang was lying on the ground and couldn't get up. It's not that he doesn't want to stand up, but he is sealed with his true qi and acupuncture points.

His posture was indecent, humiliating, but he couldn't move. Zhao Wufang felt desperate. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice.

The voice was tinged with optimism and strength, as well as a hint of urgency.

"Do you still eat this meal?" cat flutter Chinese