"Excuse me, can I beat you?"

This sentence seems simple, but it is actually a very profound philosophical question.

Qiao Jin's facial muscles twitched, if he said yes, then he himself was under-twitched, and if he couldn't, he felt unrealistic.

Because, Liu Zhong stared at him, and the breath on his body was faintly beating, and anyone could see that this little bastard had bad intentions.

The terrifying look in his eyes was like a dark abyss, which could engulf Qiao Jin at once.

"What do you want to do?" In less than a few days, Liu Zhong became so mysterious and unpredictable, and Qiao Jin was extremely timid.

"Beat you!"

Liu Zhong went up and was a slap in the face.

Syllable......

This slap was particularly crisp, and Qiao Jin's eyes were full of stars, and at the same time, his cheeks were swollen.

"You little brute, how dare you hit me?" Qiao Jin didn't believe that Liu Zhong had the guts to hit him, and a thousand heavy sword qi erupted.

"What the hell are you!

Liu Zhong leaned over, the big slap roared in the air, and slapped Qiao Jin's left cheek heavily.

The strong wind generated by the slap in the air easily broke the thousand-fold sword qi on Qiao Jin's body.

Although both of them are Thousand Heavy Realms, their combat power is not at the same level at all. In front of Liu Zhong's three thousand sword qi, Qiao Jin was a little kid who had just learned to climb.

"You bastard!"

The left side of Qiao Jin's face was also swollen. Endured the pain and got up from the ground, the white long sword was drawn, and stabbed at Liu Zhong fiercely.

"Something like bullshit, and dare to play prestige in front of me. Master is going to clean up after you today!" The moment the long sword attacked, Liu Zhong gave up dodging.

Qiao Jin's bland sword, in fact, had already used all the thousand-heavy sword qi, even if he couldn't kill Liu Zhong, he could still stab a blood hole in his chest.

Squeak squeak......

The fact is that when the long sword stabbed into Liu Zhong's body, it didn't even cut the latter's skin.

Not even a single hole was pierced in the clothes.

What's even more terrifying is that the long sword collided with the thousand-heavy sword qi emitted from Liu Zhong's body, and finally with a click, the sword broke!

"Hell yes!"

Qiao Jin's face was extremely pale.

The power of this sword is known only to him, the master. This blow can easily stab a Mixed Yuan Realm sword cultivator to death.

However, stabbing Liu Zhong is like poking someone with a branch.

"Stand and let you stab, you can't stab anyone dead. Tell me, how wasteful are you?"

Liu Zhong deliberately tortured Qiao Jin, and went up to slap him again.

"How did you become so strong?" Qiao Jin covered his bleeding face, and was about to cry aggrieved.

"It's not that I'm getting stronger, it's that you're getting weaker. If you fall behind, you will be beaten, don't ink, come here quickly!" Liu Zhong stretched out a slap and ordered with a smile.

"Stinky boy, you dare to insult our boss, you're tired of it!" At this moment, a burly man walked out of the camp of the Flying Sand Society.

"Get out!"

Liu Zhong turned around and called out to the big man.

A slap, a simple slap, fanned the big man out of two or three meters. The latter's body slid on the ground for another three or four meters before finally stopping.

The big man fainted.

"Is this still Liu Zhong?" A slap stunned the Thousand Heavy Realm Sword Cultivator, and everyone stared at Liu Zhong in front of them with an incredulous expression.

In their memories, Liu Zhong was just a small Mixed Yuan Realm, no matter how powerful he was, he could only be a draw with the Thousand Heavy Realm.

Judging from the few shots just now, Liu Zhong at this time completely crushed the ordinary Thousand Heavy Realm!

"If there is, stand up and lead the fight!" Liu Zhong sighed cheaply at his right palm.

"Liu Zhong, don't use witchcraft if you have the ability, dare you compete with me in swordsmanship. There was silence for a few seconds, and someone who was not afraid of death came out.

"Okay! make a move!" Liu Zhong stretched out a finger, first provoked, and then pointed at the man to make a move.

"Try my Flying Sand Shadow Sword!"

The member of the Flying Sand Club was very confident, and the yellow long sword stabbed diagonally at the ground, and the sand flew on the spot.

Immediately after, one after another sword-wielding figures flickered in the flying sand.

"Senior Brother Jiang, that's good!" the people of the Flying Sand Congregation praised the figure in the Flying Sand.

The Flying Sand Shadow Technique is a famous swordsmanship of the Flying Sand Society. As long as they are members of the society, everyone is qualified to cultivate.

In layman's terms, this swordsmanship is the swordsmanship shared by the Flying Sand Society. However, when dealing with the strong, the Flying Sand Shadow will seem to be powerless.

"Are you acrobatic?"

Liu Zhong blew out in one breath, and a lot of flying sand dissipated. A slap was called out somewhere, and a figure was hit hard and flew upside down without warning.

is no different from the first person, this guy was also knocked out by Liu Zhong.

Before absolute strength, any swordsmanship is a floating cloud!

Liu Zhong looked at the palm of his hand and asked again at the people of the Flying Sand Society, "Who else wants to understand my iron slap?"

"Brothers, Liu Zhong only has two palms, as long as we go up together, we will definitely be able to subdue him. Go on, ......" Qiao Jin bounced up from the ground and rushed up with a snort.

An extremely embarrassing scene appeared, except for himself, everyone in the Flying Sand Club did not move.

"Do you think you're handsome?" Liu Zhong walked up to Qiao Jin and stroked his face lightly with his big palm.

"Long handsome, don't you have to be beaten?" Qiao Jin asked tentatively.

"Wrong! I've been jealous of handsome people since I was a child, and I not only want to beat them, but I also want to beat them hard!" Liu Zhong wants to beat people, so he can naturally name tens of thousands of reasons for beating people.

Syllable......

A loud slap sounded, and Qiao Jin staggered and almost fell.

"Don't you love to harass me, come, harass!"

When Liu Zhong first joined the Lingxi Academy, Feisha would not bother him less. All these old accounts are all counted on the leader of Qiao Jin.

Syllable......

Four or five slaps were exhaled, and Qiao Jin's face was covered in blood.

"Your face is different from others, and when you exhale your palms, you can make a different sound. No, I'm going to play a piece of music!" Liu Zhong said and slapped again.

I've heard a lot of music on Earth, and after thinking about it for a long time, I haven't thought of anything that suits the atmosphere here.

Thinking about it, I suddenly thought of the most suitable lyrics: "What kind of cow are you, what kind of cow are you......"

Bang Bang Bang ......

Liu Zhong slapped and slapped Qiao Jin's face and studied the music. It was not an easy task to play the music, and I didn't find a sense of rhythm after playing it for a dozen times.

"Uncle Liu, stop fighting, spare me. Qiao knelt on the ground in pain.

"What do you call me, be louder!" Liu Zhong wanted to keep fighting.

"Uncle Liu, your old man doesn't remember the villain, spare me!" Qiao Jin was cheeky and raised his voice.

Liu Zhong felt that the heat was almost over, and said in shock: "You can spare it, but you must disband the Flying Sand Club immediately!"

"This ......"

Qiao Jin was speechless.