Hearing that Zong Ya was going to "consume" Dragon City's physical strength, everyone became interested, put down their work, and squatted on the side to watch.

"Come on, Ah Cheng!" "Come on, teacher!"

Guoguo, who was riding on Fermi's neck, waved his little meat hand, and his little face was red with anxiety: "Woo woo woo!" ”

"Come on, Zongshen!"

In the crowd, Rohm's cheering was very eye-catching.

Zong Ya glanced at Luo Jiejia lightly and secretly bowed his head. Although this garbage is not worthy of the domineering name of "Luo Jiejia", he knows that hugging his thighs can be regarded as knowing and knowing, and there is still no problem with gangsters.

After you defeat the dragon apple in full state, just help Luo dismantle the armor and arrange it into a gang before leaving, which can be regarded as a reward for this guy's growth.

Fermi tilted his head, a little surprised: "You are actually optimistic about Zongya?" ”

"How so? Again, I didn't have a high-pressure support collapse. ”

"Oh, I heard you cheer for Zongya, and I thought you were optimistic about Zongya."

"I'm worried that he will be beaten too badly and quit."

“…… Reasonable! ”

Fermi immediately changed his words and shouted loudly: "Come on, Zongshen!" ”

Soon, the slogan of the audience immediately changed from "Come on Ah Cheng" to "Come on Zongshen".

Zong Ya's expression was indifferent, this group of people really still had some basic judgment, and they were not stupid. Know who is really strong at this time.

He unfastened the bandages on his body, and his injuries were already healed. The previous terrifying injuries had now turned into dark red blood scabs.

After casually glancing at the healing of the scars on his body, Zongya stopped caring about them.

His skin was dark red, his body was lean, and his upper body was crisscrossed with countless scars, scars stacked on top of each other, and there was hardly a piece of intact skin in sight. Even on the neck, a few eye-catching scars made people gasp, and you can imagine the brutality of the injuries at that time.

When everyone saw such a tragic body for the first time, they were suddenly silent.

On top of the scarred body, Zong Ya's face was full of indifference, and this kind of natural ruthlessness was undoubtedly extremely deterrent.

Zongya moved his body and looked satisfied, and his recovery was better than he expected.

Injuries are as common to him as eating and drinking. Born on the street, from fighting and brawling to now a level 12 master, he can't remember how many battles he has experienced.

From relying on ruthlessness at the beginning to pursuing the mysteries of swordsmanship now, Zongya didn't feel that he had changed anything.

Zongya is still that Zongya.

"Hey, let's get started."

Zong Ya's shouting woke Jasmine awake, and she hesitated for a moment: "Is your injury really okay?" Otherwise, forget it, let's think about ......."

Zong Ya frowned, and said a little impatiently: "Don't be verbose! Hurry up and get started! ”

When Jasmine saw this, she stopped persuading, had more apples in her hand, and shouted: "Grab the apples!" ”

Ever since Jasmine took out the apple, Long Cheng's gaze turned around and didn't move away for a moment.

"Got it."

Zong Ya said in a deep voice, Long Apple's love for apples is simply unreasonable. Shouldn't the best food be a daily meal? Grab the apple and nibble on something! Tyrannical Creatures!

Jasmine threw the apple at Jongya with all her might.

Almost at the moment when Jasmine threw the apple, Dragon City's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Zong Ya's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "It's a good time!" ”

He didn't go to pick up the apple in the air, but a dodge, like a knife light slashing, rushed to the front of Dragon City, cutting off the route between Dragon City and Apple.

Immediately afterwards, Zong Ya's body leaned sideways, and his right leg was volleyed and swept in the air, like a wielded horse chopping knife.

Call!

A strong wind suddenly sounded, and the strength of this leg was full.

Although Zongya is best at swordsmanship, he also dabbles in other skills. Street fights are never rules-based, and many times there will be no weapons or weapons in hand, and one or two other means will be used, often to save lives.

These are the lessons of blood.

Long Cheng, who had a dull expression, did not dodge, and his forward momentum did not change in the slightest, and after half of his body, he twisted his waist and punched!

Zong Ya shook his head, and the dragon apple really had a bad brain.

As the saying goes, ten punches are not as good as one leg, his leg has enough force, and the momentum sinks! The dragon apple actually used his fists to hit hard, isn't it a bad brain?

Such a victory, not ......

it!

Zongya's expression froze instantly, and an indescribable terrifying power came from his legs, and he felt like he had been kicked by the light armor!

Not good! Leg bones are going to be broken!

Rich experience in injuries has given Zong Ya an understanding of his body that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. He reacted extremely quickly, kicking the ground with his left foot, his body relaxed, and his right leg suddenly deflected and hooked when he kicked Long Cheng's fist.

Boom!

It sounded like a punch hitting a punching bag.

I saw Zong Ya's body flying up in the air, like a wooden stick thrown out, spinning in the air.

Disheveled!

Zongya's body fell to the ground with a heavy blow, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Click, click, Long Cheng quietly nibbled on the apple.

Zongya lay motionless on the ground, and just as everyone was about to go over to check on his injuries, he struggled to get up.

Hey, he gasped as he hugged his leg, grinning in pain.

It's okay, it's okay, the bones are not broken......

Dragon apple, this guy...... Is even physical fitness so terrifying? Sure enough, he is worthy of being the opponent of my sect god! What a humanoid tyrannosaurus!

He was secretly amazed as he rubbed his leg bones, but fortunately he reacted quickly...... Otherwise, this bone will shatter......

At that moment, there was a communication call.

Zong Ya rubbed his legs and connected: "Hey." ”

"Is it a sect god? I'm Xiao Wang of the Liaison Office of the He Dai Army, do you remember? That's right, we have a distinguished guest, Mr. Mo Wenchuan, I heard that your sword skills are amazing, and I want to talk to you......"

Zong Ya said coldly: "I haven't heard of it, what qualifications does he have to ask me for advice." ”

"Mr. Mo Wenchuan, known as the [Thunder Knife], is as good at swordsmanship as you, he is the most honored guest of our He family, Prince Yuchen personally recommended you to him, Mr. Mo Wenchuan is very much looking forward to learning from you......"

"the ass! Labor and management are now pressed to the ground! Get lost! ”

Zongya snapped off the communication.

After rubbing his leg bones a few times, Zong Ya stood up again, his face sinking like water: "I need a weapon." ”

Jasmine persuaded, "Forget it anyway." ”

Even if the teacher destroys it, if there is another non-combat attrition, the additional treatment fee will really crush the finances that are on the verge of collapse.

Zong Ya was unmoved: "The knife is not needed, give me two wooden sticks." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and still sent two wooden sticks to Zong Ya.

As soon as the wooden stick was in his hands, Zong Ya was relieved, the stick made a knife so that he did not have the slightest obstacle, and his superb knife skills could finally be used.

At the moment, he snorted coldly, the knife was in his hand, and he walked forward!

As soon as he took half a step, he hissed, and his right leg was in sharp pain.

Enduring the severe pain, Zong Ya regained his footing, standing like a javelin, holding two sticks and half a hand, with a master's demeanor.

He turned his head expressionlessly.

"Throw an apple at me."