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www.Klxsw.com" Xue Monkey looked at Zhao Kuangran, a group of different characters, old and young, poor and rich, and even Xue Monkey couldn't count, how many world circles are there, but I am a little impressed that this is not fate.

Looking at this group of people, Xue Monkey seemed to be looking for his opponent, and finally stopped his eyes on a guy, maybe it was also a bad fate, Xue Monkey looked at Gong San'er like looking at a mirror, a young master similar to him.

The outcome is still unknown, although how hot it is on the one hand, and how it is walking on thin ice, until the end, no one can say for sure.

"Let me meet this young master first." Gong San'er said with his hands in full swing.

"Master, be careful with this guy." Zhao Kuangran couldn't have imagined that he would meet this Xue monkey who had a one-sided relationship here, but since he stood on the opposite side, there was nothing to say, so he could only sigh in his heart about fate, or fate.

"I know this." Gong San'er said, walking in the direction of Xue Monkey with a big grin, a black cloth dagger appeared in his hand, and Xue Monkey also greeted him with a tacit understanding.

These two harlequins lit the fuse for tonight.

"Give it all to me!" Liu Sheng's voice was extremely sharp, which made people very uncomfortable to listen to.

There was no ink on Zhao Kuangran's side, and the leper Dayue and others poured up directly, and the scene instantly became chaotic, as if at this moment, the smell of blood was common throughout the entire warehouse.

The sixth master lit a yellow crane tower, his hand trembled a little, which made the stubborn lord stand in front of this battle situation and showed a little ricketism, but his eyes were staring at the battle situation sharply, as if this old bone would step into this circle at any time, the old man is old, but the hardness of the fist is not necessarily old.

Qi Donghai stood beside the sixth master, this man who was not shocked by almost any humiliation bowed his body slightly, and he also had the intention of making a move, but at least not now.

The little monkey stood at the end, his body trembled, the cold sweat on his forehead was like rain, for the little monkey after all, he was not like Wu Ming, more or less knew a little about the doorway, just his small body, at best, it was standing on the field, if he was really fighting against the gun, I am afraid that he would be the first to fall, for this, the little monkey is still very self-aware.

It is completely different from the little monkey who is almost at the same level as Guisan, this guy directly cries wolf howl at the end of the battlefield, praising the Chinese virtue of a gentleman who does not move his mouth, and has long scolded this seven men with a vicious Sichuan accent, but he just can't catch Guisan, a flexible little rabbit cub.

Zhuo Lianhu stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at this qi with cold eyes, what he paid attention to was not the battle between Gong San'er and Xue Monkey, not the five kills of Da Yue, Leper, Tang Guohui, Wu Ming, and Bai Hao, not to mention the competition between Brother Buddha and the white-faced tiger, but a guy who walked calmly in the battlefield.

Zhao Kuang walked unhurriedly in the chaotic battle group, and at a juncture, he had already let go of all his worries, and he had to, even if he continued to go around now, it was just to add trouble to himself, maybe the reality did not give Zhao Kuang time to figure out anything at all, Ye Zhen had already stopped in front of Zhao Kuangchao.

Maybe no matter whether he brought thousands of troops or not, Zhao Kuangran had to face this man, put down a wine jug, Zhao Kuangran unscrewed another pot of wine and drank it all.

The aroma of wine can't cover the smell of blood, this smell of blood, Zhao Kuanglan found that he had slowly become accustomed to it, but only today is so pungent, because Zhao Kuangran didn't know whether this bloody smell came from Gong San'er or Dayue.

This is a very sad thing, but fortunately, when this non-strong wine went down his throat, Zhao Kuang forgot about this qiē, forgot about the pain, forgot about the scars all over his body, forgot where he was, and only hatred was left in his mind.

At this moment, is Zhao Kuangchao still himself?

There was no answer, because Zhao Kuangran would never ask.

"Drunk three hands, the upper body kung fu is completely left and does not taste, it is estimated that there are only the Liu family's drunk three hands and the Mu family's seventy-two second-hand left, but unfortunately the little rabbit cub did not ask for the Mu family's fur, but when he completely controls the drunk three hands, he doesn't need the seventy-second-hand hands." Zhao Baichuan said, looking at Zhao Kuangchao as if looking at an achievement, I have to say that the current Zhao Kuangchao is just like what Zhao Baichuan cast, whether it is force value or mentality.

"Where are the Bai family's thirty-six Tiangang hands?" Speaking of this, Zhao Man snorted and said.

"Don't talk about this little rabbit cub, even if we pull down the old face and can't ask for something, don't do it, in the whole of China, who can play the five hands of these thirty-six hands, that is, the fairy among the gods." Zhao Baichuan smiled and said, self-deprecation is quite strong, even if they stand at the peak of the highest point in this world, they have something that they can't touch, because there are always only outsiders outside the world, don't want to stand at the top, because there will always be people in this world who you can't imagine.

There are seventy-two hands outside the drunken three hands, thirty-six hands outside the seventy-two hands, and what is there outside the thirty-six hands? No one knows, but there must be something somehow.

"When it comes to the things handed down by the ancestors, all of them have been lost, who can guarantee that the seventy-second hand of the Mu family is the seventy-second hand of the serious eight classics? The era of martial arts has long passed, after all, what we are in now is not a river and a lake, but a society. Zhao Yuyu said, staring at the battle group downstairs, a little sarcastic.

Has the era of rivers and lakes passed? How do those so-called people in the rivers and lakes live and die? It's a confusing question.

"I've wanted to fight you for a long time, but I haven't had this opportunity, and today can be regarded as fulfilling my wish." Ye Zhen slowly put on a posture, compared to his mighty appearance, his moves were extremely slow, and he felt like he was playing Tai Chi.

"Gossip Tai Chi is on the drunk three hands, who will kill the deer?" Zhao Baichuan muttered, and the eyes of the whole room were all on Zhao Kuangchao and Ye Zhen, no matter how vigorous the other people were, even if they died, no one noticed it, the reality was like this.

"The three hands of the protracted war drunk will definitely not be able to take Ye Zhen's Taiji, one relies on fierce strength, and the other relies on dark strength, if Zhao Kuangchao can't crush this Ye Zhen to death, I'm afraid he will be consumed by Ye Zhen." Zhao Man said, when Zhao Kuangran and Ye Zhen didn't make a move, they slowly touched the slightest ending.

"So to speak." Zhao Fugui conforms, and I don't know if this smiling tiger who has a fortune really understands.

"It's a bit interesting, but if even Ye Zhen can't take it, is he really worthy of us making such a show?" Zhao Yutenon said, with words in his words, obviously full of hostility towards this Zhao Kuangchao.

"Jade tenon, you just have to wait and see." Zhao Baichuan said, and he didn't know where this confidence came from.

The sound of cloth shoes rubbing against the ground made people get goosebumps after listening to it, and Zhao Kuang bounced out with his body hunched over, without saying a few words of greeting like the heroes in the book.

Ye Zhen stood unhurriedly, although Zhao Kuangran was getting closer and closer to him at this moment, it seemed that Ye Zhen could smell the thick anger on Zhao Kuangran's body, especially the wolf-like eyes, which made people dare not look directly, as if the momentum from the beginning could smash people's teeth down.

"Bang" Zhao Kuangchao's hard collision of self-damage of one thousand kills and eight hundred enemies was directly spread out by Ye Zhen, just like the four or two thousand pounds of shots, but it was just a moment of Zhao Kuangchao, and before Ye Zhen could catch up, Zhao Kuangchao pounced in an instant, and even three punches were blocked by Ye Zhen, the power of this dark Baiye Fist is not something that can be carried down.

But in this tense atmosphere, almost all of this extracutaneous pain becomes innocuous and itchy.

Forcibly blocked these three punches, Ye Zhen only took a few steps back, instantly grabbed the fourth punch ushered by Zhao Kuangchao, snorted coldly, and threw Zhao Kuangchao out directly along his arm.

Ye Zhen moved his elbow slightly, feeling that his bones were torn apart, not to mention Zhao Kuang's fists, but if he took care of these in this kind of battle, he was afraid that he would die very miserably, which was a big taboo.

Zhao Kuangran stood up slowly, panting heavily, his still clenched fists were a little deformed, making people look a little hairy, and a pair of slightly red eyes stared at Ye Zhen like this.

On the second floor.

"I still want to have a hard time with Ye Zhen, it seems that I don't want one hand." Zhao Yuyu said coldly.

"I'm still too young, my experience is not good, and I have the routine of burning jade with Tai Chi, not to mention grinding Ye Zhen to death, I'm afraid that after a few rounds, both hands will be wasted." This time, Zhao Man did not deny what Zhao Yutenon said, and obviously he couldn't stand Zhao Kuang's indiscriminate moves.

The room was full of sighing voices, in the eyes of most people, this completely arrogant Zhao Kuangchao was like a fool, what would happen if he rushed up again, others didn't have to think about it.

But the only one who didn't open his mouth was Zhao Baichuan, who also played the role of the absolute final word in the house, but he just looked at Zhao Kuangchao with slightly squinted eyes, still with a look of confidence that made people think they were wrong.

"Come on." Ye Zhen waved his hand, but the movements were also a little unnatural, obviously the three punches just now had a certain impact on Ye Zhen's arm.

The cloth shoes rubbed again with an obvious trace, and Zhao Kuang pounced directly on Ye Zhen, with an appearance that everyone thought was going to die.

But is he really sending him to death? Zhuo Lianhu, who was closest to the two, seemed to see something, took a breath of cold air, clenched his fists, and thought that there was no shortage of crazy people in this world.