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Zheng Biao has been watching the excitement from the side, and he was extremely happy to see Chang Jingwang and others being beaten by Haibian, and his heart was full of malice. At this time, he saw Yun Yong suddenly appear, carrying a big wooden stick taller than himself in his hand and rushing towards him, he was so frightened that he was terrified, and shouted: "Stupid big dog, you are blind, I didn't make a move here, I came to watch the excitement, purely onlookers-"

Several disciples of the Sword Sect shot murderous glances.

Zheng Biao's heart was cold, and he smiled bitterly in his heart: It's bad, I offended these ancestors-

Yun Yong didn't care about the crooked way behind the matter, since he knew that these people were looking for trouble, he would fight first, especially the banner that was still supporting behind him, it was really unpleasant.

These disciples of the Changkong Zhao Sword Sect were also stunned by Yun Yong's amazing figure and momentum, and said with apprehension in their hearts: This is the little Taoist priest who beat Zheng Biao's kid Haibian? That body that is even ashamed of an adult, is this TMD seven or eight years old? Looking at the beard on that face, I'm afraid it should be twenty-seven or eight years old, right?

With the experience of Ye Qingxuan and the little Taoist priest who had just made a move, several people did not dare to act rashly, and they were all on guard.

Yun Yong held the big wooden stake with one hand and shouted, "Go and die-"

"Yun Yong, get back for me-" A loud shout came, and Yun Yong, who stopped suddenly, almost fell and gnawed on.

"But, Uncle Junior, I ......"

"Shut up, within three meters, hurry-"

Yun Yong shouted unwillingly, and the huge wooden stake in his hand waved several times, bringing a buzzing wind like thunder. Several disciples of the Changkong Zhaojian Sect swallowed a mouthful of spit, and their hearts were weak for a while.

The Taoist priests of this Qingyun Temple are all monsters......

Yun Yong walked back dejectedly, and finally turned around and shouted at the disciples of the Changkong Zhaojian Gate: "Grandpa Qingyun Guan Yunyong, next time you look for someone to fight, remember to name your name, it is Sun Tzu who does not dare to fight......"

"Come back soon!"

"Yes, Uncle Junior—"

The big wooden stake was carried on his shoulder, and Yun Yong ran back.

The competition between Qingyunguan and Changkong Zhaojianmen is basically over, but the square is even more chaotic for a while, and a large number of onlookers want to take a closer look at the victorious little Taoist priest of Qingyunguan, and they frantically squeeze into the field, noisy and shouting, one after another.

"Brother, brother......"

Two young men and women panicked and searched for their lost little brother...... Just now, the two of them were really engaged, and in the blink of an eye, the four-year-old little brother next to him was crowded by the crowd, and he couldn't find it everywhere, shouting anxiously, but unfortunately the sound had already been drowned out by the whistling crowd around him-

Chang Jingfan was a relative in his heart, and when he turned his head, he saw a few Zheng family's nursing homes, still holding the banner of "Wuhui Qingyun" there, remembering the arrogance when he went up the mountain, he was extremely ashamed at this time, and shouted angrily: "Are you stupid?

Thinking of Chang Jingwang, the organizer, he was even more angry. looked at Chang Jingwang who was distraught with a blue face, if his eyes could kill at this time, Chang Jingwang would have been cut by a thousand knives.

Although he also doesn't want to admit defeat, Chang Jingfan will never make such a stupid move in front of everyone.

Chang Jingwang, an idiot, not only made his own side lose, but also lost without any demeanor, where is there a little bit of the demeanor of a disciple of the sect. This defeat not only made everyone laughing stock, but several junior disciples were very resentful of themselves, and I am afraid that even the entire Changkong Zhaojian Sect will have its reputation damaged because of this......

Damn - I was so deluded that I listened to this idiot's advice.

Chang Jingwang - Insufficient success, more than failure......

"Jingwang, don't go back yet-"

Chang Jingwang, who was almost insane, was stunned by the scolding, and then endless remorse rose in his heart.

Chang Jingwang regrets -

Why do I have so many things? Why do I want to be involved in this?

Chang Jingwang hated-

It's him, it's Zheng Biao who damn it, if it weren't for him, how would he have encountered this incident......

It's him, damn it, it's Chang Jingfan, if he hadn't boasted about his martial arts, how could he be gullible and believe that his side would win......

It's him, it's the little Taoist Ye Qingxuan who should be damned, if he hadn't made a move, the result would have been different now......

With monstrous anger, Chang Jingwang walked towards his own side of the team, silent, like a volcano about to erupt...... Stealing chickens and rice by himself did not lead to the defeat of Qingyunguan and highlight his talents, but he was resentful because of his failure, and the hatred in his heart was bred for a while, and it was difficult to release.

While walking, a small figure suddenly flashed in front of him, running in front of him, blocking his way, Chang Jingwang was worried that there was nowhere to vent his anger in his heart, and he raised his leg to kick it, "Get out-"

Bang -

Ahh

With a childish scream, the small figure flew into the air.

The whole world came to a standstill because of his kick......

"Zhi'er ......" shouted bitterly, and the two figures suddenly flew up and ran towards the landing of the falling figure.

The little figure that was kicked away by Chang Jingwang turned out to be the youngest boy in the juggling family, because he was scattered by the crowd, he saw his parents on the other side of the road in a panic, and ran over excitedly, but he didn't expect to meet Chang Jingwang.

The little boy was obviously badly injured. His face was pale, his mouth was full of blood, he still held his parents' hands, and said weakly: "Dad, mother...... Little San, it hurts ......" his tone was broken, but he fainted in pain.

"Zhi'er—" The woman cried bitterly, holding the child and shouting.

When Chang Jingwang saw that he was kicking a child, not only did he not feel guilty, but shouted viciously: "TMD, good dogs don't get in the way......"

"Brute-" The burly man turned his head suddenly, his face was hideous, and his eyes were crazy with murderous intent surging up, and he shouted: "I'll kill you-" He bullied Chang Jingwang in front of him, with a palm, and his strength was fierce......

Chang Jingwang didn't think that a showman would have such amazing skills, and it was still too late to dodge, so he had to raise his arms to resist the incoming palm. But he suddenly felt that the back of the heart was grabbed by someone, and he threw it backwards, and at the last moment, he narrowly avoided the fierce palm of the big man, but his arms were still swept by the palm force, and with a click, his arms were broken when he stood down, and the whole person was swept into the air by the outbreak of internal force.

But if there is no right person to retreat backwards and let this palm be solid, I am afraid that it will not only be a pair of arms, but the entire sternum that will be broken. Chang Jingwang was able to pick up a life, but these two arms were worth breaking off.

Chang Jingfan saved Chang Jingwang's life at a critical moment, although Chang Jingfan hated him to death in his heart, but he must not allow an outsider to kill his fellow disciple in front of him, not to mention that person is still his own fellow clan, although he is a bastard.

This is a matter related to the honor of the Changkong Zhaojian Gate, and Chang Jingfan is not allowed to sit idly by, if he watches his fellow men being killed but does nothing, even if he returns to the door, his future is over.

However, this Chang Jingwang is really one of the twelve genera, an exclusive bastard, and any kind of disaster can be provoked.

Chang Jingwang was hit into the sky and flew out in a whirlwind, and the scream was just half a sentence, and a huge figure rushed over like lightning from the corner of his eye, accompanied by a loud shout: "Fierce-tiger-down-mountain-"

Chang Jingwang was in mid-air, but this time he couldn't dodge it anymore.

Boom -

The two palms struck, hitting Chang Jingwang's lower abdomen and the middle of his legs, Chang Jingwang's dantian and lower body were hit by a sharp pain, only to feel that the world trembled, and as soon as it was dark in front of him, he flew out again, and before he fell to the ground, he was foaming at the mouth and fainting.

Chang Jingfan's eyes were split, and it was no longer possible to make a move at this time, so he shouted angrily: "If you hurt my fellow door, your crime should be punished, kill-"

At the sound of an order, several disciples of the Changkong Zhaojian Sect pulled out their long swords, and killed the acrobatic family who made the attack and the fat man who later made up for Chang Jingwang's palm.

"Uncle Junior, look--it's Yunzhong-"

Yun Cong, who has glasses, is not an ordinary good man. Yun Yong, who had been staring back slowly, was looking at the square for a real time, and naturally recognized at a glance that the fat man who seriously injured Chang Jingwang was Qian Yunzhong.

Yun Cong called, but called Ye Qingxuan, who had stepped into the gate with half of his feet, back.

When I turned around, I saw the little boy who fell to the ground like a broken doll with blood on his face, the mother who was holding the child in pain, several martial arts people who scolded the disciples of Changkong were cut down with a sword, and Qian Yunzhong, who was constantly chasing and trying to escape......

Ye Qingxuan only felt a counterattack in his mind, his eyes were red, and he shouted loudly: "Don't be ashamed of your face, in my view, you can't go anywhere-"

The Qingyun audience disciples were stunned for a moment.

"the ball, the guy, give me a call-"

Okay-more than a dozen Qingyunguan disciples responded in unison, like a tiger out of the gate, and pounced on the disciples of the Changkong Zhaojian Sect who were still surprised.

"Hahaha...... It's exactly what I want—let me get out of the way, and leave the most powerful one to Ma Laozi-"

Ma Yunyong finally got what he wanted, and excitedly turned the big wooden stakes in his hands to block back a few senior brothers who rushed in front, and rushed over with a roar.

Several senior brothers who were almost knocked down with a stick scolded Ma Yunyong in unison, but watched him run out helplessly.

It's a pity that it was not Yun Yong who rushed to the forefront at this time, but Yun Cong......

Yun Cong was not far from Yun Yong, and with the slick just now, he didn't stop Yun Cong's speed at all...... There is no way, Yun Cong is too short, Ma Yunyong made a vigorous stroke, forgot to consider Xiao Yuncong's height "advantage", and directly slammed it into the air, rubbed Yun Cong's scalp, and flew directly over his head......

"Damn...... Yun Cong, don't rob your business...... kid"

Yun Cong secretly scolded an idiot, if you don't save people at this time, who will go to fight with you to find someone......

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