The onlookers saw that Mo Li was knocked away, and immediately retreated in unison.

After stepping back two feet, Mo Li landed just in front of the crowd, and Gongzi was at his feet. Gongzi Ang's face was a little ugly, he obviously underestimated the cultivation of the people on the chariot, he didn't expect so many people to besiege and hit Mo Li hard with one move.

So, Gongzi Ang began to boost his morale and shouted towards the battle field: "Sanfat, you quickly submit this fine work to me, and then I will give you my 'Raptor Flame'." ”

When the three fattens, who were in the battle, heard this, their eyes were blazing, and they didn't forget to turn around and ask, "Is Gongzi Ang's words serious?" ”

No wonder Sanpang is so excited, he is fanatical about Gongzi Ang's modified car, with enlarged and heightened wheels, and the car cover has been modified by craftsmen into the appearance of an eagle, with an orange-red body, which looks mighty and domineering.

Hearing that Gongzi Ang was going to give it to him, he couldn't help but increase his strength and try to solve it quickly.

Gongzi Ang responded loudly, "When did my Gongzi Ang break his promise and quickly capture the Changge country." ”

San Fat thought about it for a while in the battle, Gongzi Ang's words tonight may count, and when he wins the Changge countrymen, this top-level car will naturally be in Gongzi Ang's pocket, and his "Raptor Flame" will naturally no longer be looked down upon, and it is not impossible to give it to himself.

So, the three fats shouted, and the fat body rose from the ground and fell to the middle of the battle circle, with a pair of chubby fists waving "whirring" in the wind.

However, even if Zong Wusheng faced dozens of people fighting against him, his fists were like meteors, and he threw hundreds of punches in the blink of an eye, and fifty percent of his strength was against everyone's fists, and he did not fall behind at all.

Cultivating a little lower, when he confronted Zong Wusheng's "Dragon Descending Fist", the fist bone "clicked" and shattered, holding his fist and withdrawing from the battle circle, rolling on the ground in pain.

Zong Wusheng was not in a hurry to end the fight, he thought that this was the best opportunity to practice the "Dragon Descending Fist". Since he learned the "Dragon Fist", he has not had such a good opportunity to study, and he can use this opportunity to appreciate the essence of the "Dragon Fist".

The two people on the carriage had different expressions and looked at the battle between Zong Wusheng and the gentlemen, the young master was as calm as ever, after seeing the cultivation performed by Zong Wusheng, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and said in his heart that this unholy prince is too mysterious, not only the identity of the elephant builder, but also how can he cultivate. Looking at his relaxed appearance, he obviously didn't do his best, and he was suspected of practicing with this gang of gentlemen.

Xianyun was worried, he thought about it more, and he couldn't be as relaxed as the young master. I knew in my heart that if the young master was a little careless, his little life would be gone after he went back.

So he stared at Zong Wusheng tightly, for fear that he would be defeated.

Xianyun looked at Zong Wusheng, who was easy to deal with in the battle, and although the worry in his heart was somewhat reduced, the battle was not over, and he could not rest assured. Xian Yun understood that Zong Wusheng was only facing dozens of people, and if those hundreds of people shot at the same time, he would definitely not be so easy.

As soon as he thought of this, Xianyun decided in his heart that if the Holy Son was really defeated for a while, he would announce his life experience and use his background to force the prince to retreat. Xianyun understands very well that even if his identity is announced and the young master is unhappy, it is safer than the young master being injured and suffering death.

The three fats had already rushed to the front line of the battle, and in the blink of an eye, they had more than a dozen punches with Zong Wusheng. The more he fought, the more frightened he became, and there was a faint pain on his fat fist, obviously controlled by the domineering strength of Zong Wusheng's "Dragon Descending Fist".

After striking five punches again, the three fats saw that Zong Wusheng's face was not red and breathless, and his spiritual power seemed to be inexhaustible, and finally began to realize that something was wrong, "Gongzi Ang, we are not his opponents, hurry up and add people." ”

When Gongzi Ang heard this, he scolded angrily, "It's all a bunch of waste, thirty people can't beat one person, shame!" ”

Despite this, Gongzi Ang still waved his big hand behind him, "Add thirty more people, I want to see if this fine work is three heads and six arms!" ”

Thirty people rushed out of the crowd again, swarming towards the battle circle.

At this time, Zong Wusheng had already taken the "Dragon Descending Fist" to the extreme, his fists were like phantoms, and an impermeable fist net was laid in front of him, and no matter which angle everyone attacked, they would be bombarded with Zong Wusheng's fist.

Seeing that there were thirty more people, Zong Wusheng's face still did not change, so he increased his strength.

This weight also adds a hundred catties of strength, but in the battle, a little more strength has the possibility of killing the opponent, let alone a hundred catties.

At this time, every punch sent by Zong Wusheng had a gravity of six hundred catties, and the person who was fighting against it had already reached the limit of bearing, and every time someone hit the "Dragon Descending Fist", there would be a roar like killing a pig, and there was a sound of broken fist bones.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were already lying in front of them, and only Sanfat was still struggling to support them.

The third fat is not much better, his chubby fists are even fatter at this time, but they are not really fat, but they are swollen.

For the sake of the "Raptor Flame", the three fats at this time also fought hard, and "whooped" shouted and instantly confronted Zong Wusheng with ten punches again.

Finally, he took a few steps back with his red and swollen fist in his hands, and cried out as hard as he could. However, the stinging pain from his bones made him unable to control it, and he suddenly put away his pretended composure, clutching his fists and stomping in circles in place.

Without the strongest person with the strongest strength, Zong Wusheng was even more relaxed to deal with the thirty people who had just come up, and with a loud shout, his body suddenly seemed to be exhausting, and a layer of black mist was sprayed.

The black fog suddenly rose, and the golden air flow on the fists was even better.

Zong Wusheng's fists swung faster, reaching two hundred punches in the blink of an eye!

The thirty people in front of him flew out upside down in an instant, and they all flew behind them. When they hit the ground, they were stacked one on top of the other, moaning incessantly.

"Gongzi Ang, I don't think it's going to be difficult, let your people go together." Through this short confrontation, Zong Wusheng already felt more comfortable with the "Dragon Descending Fist", and he suddenly became arrogant, and shouted at Gongzi Ang.

This is the shame of the stripes!

Gongzi Ang saw that sixty people couldn't take down the Zong Wusheng, and wouldn't it be too faceless in front of Ruoshui, who had just soaked in his hands, so he decided to take action himself.

He is definitely the highest cultivator here, and he is only one of the realms of the gods, and he is no different from the sect of saints.

However, the Sect Wusheng's Divine Realm is completely different. With his gluttonous devouring power, coupled with the incomparable fierceness and domineering power of the "Dragon Descending Fist", he can be called able to slash the triple of the Divine Realm.

Childe Ang took a step forward and was about to make a move, but Ruoshui grabbed him at this time and said worriedly: "Childe Ang, that person is very tight, don't take any risks, why don't we let them go tonight." ”

Hearing this, Gongzi Ang stopped and looked at Ruoshui tenderly: "Don't worry, my Gongzi Ang hasn't seen it yet, and I'll snatch his car and give it to you to drive." ”

Ruoshui's eyes were as bright as stars, so she looked at the four "grass, nuns, and horses" with a longing face, she liked the four cute things too much, and when she heard Gongziang's promise, the worries in her heart suddenly disappeared, leaving only a strong desire for domination.

"Okay, as long as Gongzi Ang can bring the car, Ruoshui is willing to become Gongzi Ang's confidante."

"Hahaha, how can a confidante do it? I want to be my wife. ”

Ruoshui blushed and whispered, "Gongzi Ang will do whatever he says." As he spoke, he stepped forward, stood on tiptoe and kissed Gongzi's cheek like a dragonfly, and then quickly turned around and lowered his red bewitching face.

The hero is sad to pass the beauty pass, not to mention that Gongzi Ang does not have the bearing of a hero, if a little water is a little favor has already made him mess up, and he consciously shows his superb skills in controlling women in front of all the brothers, and he is injected with chicken blood at the time, and walks forward majestically.

Don't you know, the bystanders are clear. Everyone present could see that Ruoshui was just a daughter with a strong sense of vanity, and she was not interested in Gongzi Ang, but his money and power.

Xianyun's eyes became more nervous at this time, he knew that Gongzi Ang's strength was a heavy in the realm of the gods. Zong Wusheng seems to be easy to fight against those below the Tongshen Realm, and he may be evenly matched with Gongzi Ang, but if Gongzi Ang does not play his cards according to the routine, and then instructs Sanfat and others to go together, Zong Wusheng is categorically impossible to be his opponent.

He was ready to report his birth.

At this moment, the young master seemed to have a foresight, stretched out his slender jade hand and grabbed Xianyun's little hand, and whispered: "Xianyun, don't be nervous, I think the strength of the Holy Prince's strength is more than the Divine Realm, don't you see that he didn't exert his full strength before?" ”

"But, I'm afraid that if he loses, Son-Ang's gang will do something to you." Xianyun retorted softly.

"Xianyun, don't worry, I dare to say that the Holy Son will definitely not lose."

At this point, the young master paused slightly, and then said solemnly: "I just want to test him, if he can meet my standards, wouldn't it be better to recommend him to my father?" ”

"Huh?!" Xianyun was surprised, "Do you want to recommend him to Wang ......?"

"Shhhhhh Xianyun shut up and stopped talking, and his gaze fell on Zong Wusheng.

Gongzi Ang had already come to Zong Wusheng, with a signboard on his face and a wicked smile, and said: "I didn't expect you to have two more strokes in this fine work, wait for this Gongzi to educate you personally, and beat your face full of peach blossoms, so that you can appreciate why the flowers are so red!?" ”

Zong Wusheng listened to Gongzi Ang's cynical talk and did not speak, but just made a chic gesture of invitation, signaling Gongzi Ang to make a move.

He had already made a plan, and he was ready to use his sevenfold strength to fight Gongzi Ang first, and try to see if his "Dragon Descending Fist" and gluttonous law could use his sevenfold strength to fight against the full strength of Tongshen Realm Yizhong.

Seeing that Zong Wusheng was so contemptuous of him, Gongzi Ang thought to himself for a while, and you will know that it is powerful.

At this thought, his palms clenched, making a "gurgling" bone explosion, and then a layer of blood-red mist appeared above his fists.

Zong Wusheng felt that the red mist was a little strange, so he used his soul power to investigate, and was surprised to find that Gongzi Ang's cultivation method actually had the power to devour. couldn't help but be curious about his law phase, and after some secret investigation, Zong Wusheng finally knew that Gongzi Ang's law phase was a rare leech law phase in the lower three realms.

Leeches are aquatic creatures that feed on blood. Coupled with the exercises with devouring power cultivated by Gongzi Ang, under the correspondence between these exercises and the Fa, they are not at all something that ordinary cultivators in the Divine Realm can compete with.

Zong Wusheng thought to himself, no wonder Gongzi Ang guessed that he had no fear after cultivating through the Divine Realm, it turned out that he was the same source of the Fa and the Gongfa, and he was higher than the same realm, so he was like this.

However, Gongzi Ang may have a sense of superiority if he meets others, but today he met the ancestor-level law of the "foodie" world-gluttony!