Swarmed!

This group of disciples of the True Martial Sect showed no mercy at all.

In the face of an arrogant opponent, only the strongest means can make the opponent feel pain!

One of the disciples stepped forward and reached out to overturn the table in front of him.

The onlookers took a few steps back.

A group of people watched the True Martial Sect move, without the slightest intention of standing up, but hoping to wait and see.

At least let's see how things play out.

In short, the True Martial Sect is setting an example for the disciples of other sects.

How can you come out on top in this young generation's exchange meeting?

Emperor Han naturally sensed that someone was approaching.

"If you lift this table, you will do it at your own risk."

A faint line of words spit out from Emperor Han's mouth, although the clouds are light and the wind is light, but it contains an inexplicable aura.

The disciple of the True Martial Sect, who was about to lift the table, suddenly coaxed!

His outstretched hand retracted for some reason.

This scene fell in Zhang Yulong's eyes.

His brows furrowed, and he said anxiously: "What are you afraid of?" So many of us are supporting you, are you still threatened by an outsider? ”

Hearing this, the courage of that True Martial Sect disciple suddenly increased.

He looked at Emperor Han viciously: "Dare to threaten me? ”

With that, he reached out and lifted it towards the table.

Emperor Han swept his eyes coldly, and the wooden chopsticks in his hand suddenly swirled in his hand, held the chopsticks back, and smashed them down with the outstretched hand in the direction of the chopsticks' tail.

Click!

Suddenly, the hand of this True Martial Sect disciple who wanted to reach out was severely beaten.

"Ahh

He exclaimed, and withdrew his hand in pain.

When he saw the purple color on the back of his hand, the expression on his face was swollen and as ugly as a pig's liver.

A tingling pain spread down the back of his hand.

Blood-colored skin penetrated impressively.

He covered the back of his hand in pain and kept rolling on the ground, this painful expression penetrated into the hearts of the people around him.

Everyone saw the disciple's painful appearance and felt a sense of empathy, as if they could feel that kind of pain close to them.

The expressions on many people's faces have become complicated.

In this way, Emperor Han still restrained himself, otherwise just now, the chopsticks could have inserted the back of the disciple's hand and fixed it on the table.

See this scene.

Zhang Yulong swallowed his saliva, because the speed of Emperor Han's attack just now was extremely fast, which caught him off guard.

In a short period of time, with just a pair of chopsticks, he repelled the disciples of the True Martial Sect.

That disciple Zhang Yulong also knows his strength, and he is definitely not a weak person.

But in this way, he was defeated by Emperor Han.

This also shows that at that time, Emperor Han kicked Su Tianyi to fly to Su Tianyi, which was definitely not a stroke of luck!

"Let's get on it!"

Zhang Yulong's face was gloomy, which gave Emperor Han an advantage, and suddenly the momentum of their True Martial Sect weakened a lot.

The other True Martial Sect disciples glanced at each other, then nodded secretly.

The first disciple was used to test Emperor Han's Jin Liang.

Now that disciple not only did not measure Emperor Han's catties, but on the contrary, he fell to this point.

In an instant, the other disciples shot towards Emperor Han.

Emperor Han was surrounded by seven or eight True Martial Sect disciples.

Among them, Zhang Yulong was the most powerful chief disciple, so he stood in the center of everyone and approached the back of Emperor Han.

Zhang Yulong always watched Emperor Han face them with his back.

This attitude of humiliation and contempt made Zhang Yulong's face unbearable.

"At this time, will you still be able to eat?"

Zhang Yulong shouted.

Raising his right hand violently, the exercises of the True Martial Sect were displayed by him, and the unique attack method was impressively displayed from his hands.

The True Martial Arts Sect has always focused on skin training.

Therefore, Zhang Yulong's fists are as hard as mountains!

This punch is enough to split water and cut gold!

Now everyone's eyes were frozen.

Their eyes all stopped on Emperor Han, who was as motionless as a mountain.

Seeing that Emperor Han slowly stopped.

He raised his right hand and slowly lowered the mahogany chopsticks.

As the chopsticks gently landed on the table, there was a small crashing sound.

Then, he moved.

Everyone obviously saw Emperor Han get up.

But what about when you get up?

Everyone looked at Emperor Han suspiciously.

After they watched Emperor Han stand up, there was no further movement.

However, the next second.

The field suddenly sounded a variety of "chirping" sounds.

"Uhh

"Ahhh

All kinds of painful voices came and went.

In an instant, many figures flew out from the field.

Some onlookers reacted quickly and hurriedly dodged to the side, and then a figure slammed heavily on the ground in front of him, constantly squirming and snorting in pain.

However, there are also those who are slow to react, so they can only consider themselves unlucky, and they have become other people's falling sandbags, and they are hit by people for no reason, and they are pressed under them and complain bitterly.

"What happened?"

The pupils of Ye Canglang of the Ling Xiao faction shrank sharply, staring at the scene in front of him, and then frowned a little, while his eyes continued to sweep the scene.

The speed of that moment was so fast that I didn't even see what was going on!

These people were obviously besieging Emperor Han, but they all flew out upside down in the next second.

Among them, Zhang Yulong flew out the farthest.

He had been thrown out of the confines of this Virgen Pavilion.

On the road, many people from various sects walked.

When they saw something suddenly falling from the sky, they subconsciously avoided it.

It wasn't until this person fell to the ground, and then struggled to get up from the ground, that he recognized that this was a disciple from the True Martial Sect.

Because, at this time, the head of the True Martial Sect happened to pass by the heads of other sects.

The face of the head of the True Martial Sect darkened.

The disciples of the sect fell from the sky and fell to the ground, what kind of system did this become?

The head of the Ling Xiao Sect next to him happened to be present, squinting his eyes and smiling and saying: "The head of the True Martial Sect, I have some impressions of this little doll, is he a disciple of your sect!" ”

Although the head of the True Martial Sect is reluctant to admit it, Zhang Yulong in front of him is a disciple of his True Martial Sect, and he is still his personal disciple, the head of the disciple!

"Yes."

The head of the True Martial Sect gritted his teeth and said, while staring at Zhang Yulong in front of him with unkind eyes.

Zhang Yulong complained bitterly, how could he expect to bump into the head of his own sect!

This deflated and depressed appearance is undoubtedly a smear on the face of the True Martial Arts Sect!

"Zhang Yulong, stand up for me!"

Facing the rebuke of the head of the True Martial Arts Sect, he is also his own master.

Zhang Yulong stubbornly got up, endured the pain on his body, and could not show any traces of injury.

He saw that there were seven or eight heads of the sect opposite, it seemed that all the heads of the eight major sects were gathered, but he didn't expect them all to gather together, and he didn't know that these people were all heading in that direction.

"Zhang Yulong, what happened?"