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Although Murong Bawang treated Inn Qianyi in such a vicious way, he did not encounter any criticism. Good and evil in this world will be rewarded eventually, and sometimes, some people, it is not that they do not repay, and the time has not yet come.

The faces of the other people of the Dragon Snatching Club instantly turned pale, and the whole person was completely overwhelmed. Although there were many people left, without the leadership of a truly strong man, they were crushed under the attack of the Murong family and the National Art Academy, and they were completely controlled in an instant. The people of the Dragon Snatching Society who were caught by the people of the National Academy of Arts were relatively good, at most they were punched a few times and beaten a few times, but the people who fell into the hands of the Murong family were at least broken their arms and legs and thrown into the street to fend for themselves.

When the Dragon Snatching Club was settled, the middle-aged elegant man stood with Murong Overlord again, stared coldly at the people of the National Art Academy, and said loudly: "Hand over Zhang Ren, can you go?"

Qiu Baihe and the others were shocked, this person was in a white robe and a silver spear, cold and cold, although he seemed elegant, but the spear in his hand carried a killing intent and couldn't help but say loudly: "Who are you?"

The man pointed at the spear, and the cold wind of everyone's intuition was clear, and he said with a gloomy face: "Is there a second strong man in the world with a white robe and a silver spear?"

The faces of the people in the National Art Academy changed slightly, and they guessed correctly, white-robed and silver-speared, cold-blooded Shura Zhao was invincible.

The world's strongest people are like clouds, most of them come from the four major families, the five major sects, and the nine major schools. But there are also people who have no sect and no faction, and rely on their own self-cultivation to become a peerless powerhouse, and this Zhao Wudi is like this, his origin is not clear, only that he suddenly appeared ten years ago, a silver spear to challenge all sects and factions in the world, there is no opponent, and he is called Zhao Wuving. After that, this person traveled all over the world, but he didn't expect to be called a strong man.

Qiu Baihe said with some puzzlement: "Mr. Zhao, you don't seem to have any grievances with our dean, why would you target our dean so much." ”

Zhao Wushu snorted coldly: "Huaxia Guoshu must grow up in continuous tempering, and if you want to become a real national art powerhouse, you have to be lonely and fight." It is Zhang Ren who held this Guoshu Academy but made the national art mass-produced, although this seems to make the national art flourish, but in the end it will make the national art finally decay, as a national art person, I absolutely cannot allow such a thing to happen. ”

After he said this, Qiu Baihe knew that he was in trouble. The battle between the national arts in the world is divided into two kinds, the first is the battle between the sects, because of the different sects of the national arts, because of the moves, there are often different opinions, such as easy to produce contradictions and fight. But this is usually the winner, the prince, the loser, and it is easy to solve. But the other is the battle of ideas, which is like a hundred schools of thought, attacking each other, and this kind of person who cultivates national art is the most stubborn, his head can be broken, blood can be shed, and his concept cannot be changed.

There are two kinds of people in this world, and the one who knows his mistakes but does not admit them is a kind of person, and this kind of person is not terrible.

What is really terrible is another kind of person, who is obviously wrong, but does not think that he is wrong, and the people who have the opposite opinion are all wrong, and this is the most terrible. They would rather die than compromise.

And the white-robed and silver-gun Zhao Wushu is this kind of person, he thinks that Zhang Ren's opening of the Guoshu Academy is not good for Huaxia Guoshu, only harmful. That's why he wanted to kill Zhang Ren in order to save the Huaxia Guoshu world.

And this is an irreconcilable grudge, although it is somewhat ridiculous, but it is really something that cannot be helped.

Just when everyone was helpless, the head of Wudang, Qingxu Dao, had already blocked in front of Zhao Wuving, and said lightly: "Mr. Zhao hasn't seen him for ten years, and his momentum is still so fierce, he deserves to be the first gun king in the world, but it's a pity that you seem to be indistinguishable from good and evil, Zhang Ren's opening of the National Art Academy is a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people." Moreover, it can speed up the exchange of national arts of various sects, and bring forth the new, which has great benefits for improving national arts. ”

No, the white-robed and silver-speared Zhao Wushu shook his head again and again: "Qingxu Dao Chief, you are a senior I respect very much, but you are wrong in this matter, the real national art is the killing technique, and only in the continuous competition can you make further progress." Zhang Ren did this, obviously ruining the competitive spirit of Huaxia Guoshu, making Guoshu a soft thing, if I don't kill him, how can I be the strongest in the world. ”

Ah Fei next to him saw that he didn't respect the master, and couldn't help but say with a blue face: "You are talking nonsense, can you only improve your national skills by seeing blood?"

The white-robed and silver-speared Zhao Wushu nodded, and a natural expression appeared on his face: "That's right." ”

Ah Fei wanted to rush over, but the Qingxu Daoist stood in front of him, obviously not wanting him to be sent to death: "Running the silver spear in vain, killing people without blood, the old Taoist wants to see if the silver spear can pass my Tai Chi palm." ”

Zhao Wudi obviously didn't expect that the Qingxu Dao Elder would protect Zhang Ren like this, so he couldn't help but hit the blood upwards, and said with an unhappy face: "Then I'm sorry." ”

He wanted to make a move, but he didn't expect that the Murong Overlord not far away was fighting side by side with Zhao Wudi, with an indifferent expression: "Your affairs have nothing to do with me, but Zhang Ren killed my son in vain, he must die." ”

Qingxu Dao Chang didn't expect Murong Overlord to take advantage of the fire to rob, and his old face showed a trace of annoyance: "Then I'll ask the strength of the two strong men, even if they die here, my old Dao is willing." ”

The old man was really angry, he was not afraid of running for nothing, but Murong Invincible was at least in the same realm as him, or even higher than him. What's more, how can a person who can enter Gangjin have a simple existence.

There are two strong men in it, as long as one of them drags him for half a moment. The others will be slaughtered, and there will be no one left. Qiu Baihe and the others also saw that something was wrong, and seven or eight people had already blocked in front of Zhang Ren.

The two strong men sneered and said, "It's up to you?"

The faces of the people in the National Art Academy were calm, without the slightest fear, they just stared coldly at the two enemies who were impossible to defeat, and shouted loudly: "Survive with the dean!"

Sure enough, it is a group of loyal ministers and good generals.

Zhao Wudi nodded slightly, pointed the silver spear in his hand at Qiu Baihe's brow, and said, "Then it will be fulfilled for you." ”

However, at this critical juncture of life and death, a slender figure suddenly appeared in the distance, and in front of these people in an instant, he came to Zhang Ren with a loving face, touched his head gently, and suddenly asked an incoherent sentence: "Son, when can I hold my body." ”

Compared with the immediate battle to the death, these words surprised everyone in the National Art Academy even more! Especially Rose, who was not far away, stared at him like a hungry tiger, and said coldly: "You really succeeded, if Xiaowen gave birth to a girl, I will cut you!"

Ay!

The world is terrible.