After Zhang Lang finished beating Yan Hao, he was about to leave, when five teenagers who were also fifteen or sixteen years old came out of the crowd and surrounded Zhang Lang. Each person had a bottle of Baicao liquid in their hands, apparently snatched from someone else's hand.

"A few of you beat him down for me, so that he can't get out of bed for a month, the herb liquid in your hands is yours," Yan Hao said to a few people weakly while lying on the ground.

"Did I let you speak, haven't you been beaten enough?" Yang Yu ran to Yan Hao and said, then punched and kicked.

Yan Hao was beaten and let out a pig-killing roar again. When I was insulted like this, I used to beat others, and when I let people beat me like this, I was directly stunned.

After Yang Yu finished beating Yan Hao, he stood with Zhang Lang and said, "You two, I have three." ”

"No, two of you and three of me," Zhang Lang said to Yang Yu.

"I'm at the beginning of the Ground Level, and you're not," Yang Yu said strongly.

"Isn't there a ground level there, and I didn't beat me to the ground at the beginning," Zhang Lang said strongly.

"Then let's see who plays the most. Yang Yu said.

Angry, really angry. "Do you two treat us like cabbage? You two are bargaining there, and the brothers are ...... for the boss."

'Bump~ah~huh...... Before the boy could finish speaking, a scream came to his ears. His other four brothers had been knocked to the ground.

What happened, how four people have been knocked down. It turned out that Zhang Lang and Yang Yu reached a consensus to see who would fight more, and when the young man was making an encouraging speech, he quickly started to rush to each other while a few people were not paying attention, and knocked the four of them to the ground with one punch.

"This one is mine, don't hit it"

"It's mine, don't hit it"

"Mine"

"Mine"

............

The two didn't give in to each other, and after arguing, they came to the talking boy, and the two yelled: "Seven killing punches against the sky." "At the same time, he punched and hit the target at the same time, and the boy screamed and flew straight back, and fell to the ground with a 'bump'.

"Smack~yeahvictory" The two high-fived happily and burst out in English

"You five get up for me, give me a beating, don't you want the herb liquid?" Yan Hao yelled.

The five of them quickly got up from the ground after hearing Yan Hao's words, and rushed directly to Zhang Lang and the two without saying a word.

"Look at who knocked down a lot of people this time" Zhang Lang had already rushed to the other party before he finished speaking, raised his fists and started fighting. Three punches to bring down three people.

"Zhang Lang, you cheat" ran to the other party before he finished speaking, and at this time, there was only one person left of the five, Yang Yu raised his fist and started fighting, "Touch~Whoa~...... 'One punch, two punches...... directly punched ten times, beating the opponent into a pig's head lying on the ground and "screaming".

"Do you want to try a human bomb," Yang Yu suggested.

"Good idea," Zhang Lang replied. So the two kicked a few people up one by one, and landed next to Yan Hao or on Yan Hao's body in an arc in the air, and suddenly the six people were heavy together, the bottom three, the middle two, the top one, could it be that after the human bomb was heavy together, it was the legendary stacked Arhats, "Hmm~ah~......" A tragic cry spread throughout the lecture hall.

"It's too strong, it's too strong, it's all a waste body that hasn't been successfully built, if the foundation is successful, I don't know how much stronger it will be. ”

"How did he make his fists so strong?"

"I don't know if I can resist his punch in the middle of the ground. ”

The other disciples were talking one after another, and many of them were thinking that they could resist a few punches from him.

"Stop"

A shout came, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy came to Zhang Lang. This person was wearing a cyan robe, with long black hair draped over his shoulders, and his eyebrows were clear, and he looked like a young girl killer.

"The two divisions, my name is Yan Ming, can my subordinates spare them," said the young man named Yan Ming.

"Who are you, you, whatever you say," Yang Yu said without giving face.

"Brother, they beat me, you help me beat them," Yan Hao said.

"What's your name, who told you to talk, haven't you been beaten enough?" Yang Yu said as he picked up his feet and kicked over.

The pig-like roar came from Yan Hao's mouth, which was already very uncomfortable being pressed underneath, but now it was even more uncomfortable when he was kicked again, and the sound of "whoosh" came out of his mouth.

"Two junior disciples, for the sake of the same sect, let them go!" Yan Ming pleaded.

"Who is your junior brother, who do you think you are, you say let it go, and how you come to go back" Yang Yu said.

"Get out, don't treat yourself as a human being, when you see your brother being beaten, you come out to save people, why don't you come out to stop your brother when your brother is bullying others. Yang Yu shot back.

"This~This~This~"

"What is this, don't want to take people away today," Yang Yu said forcefully.

"So you won't let people go, then I can only offend," Yan Ming said.

"If you want to fight, don't talk so much nonsense," Yang Yu said.

"Prepare for battle," Shoro said. After speaking, the two of them quickly rushed towards Yan Ming.

"Spiritual power transforms, fireball strikes" After speaking, he stretched out his palm and drew a circle in front of him, a fireball the size of an egg appeared on the palm, and pushed the fireball forward and rushed directly towards Zhang Lang and the two, seeing that they were about to be hit by the fireball, the two flashed sideways, and one rolled to the side. The 'bump' fireball struck where the two had dodged, leaving a fist-sized crater on the ground after a puff of smoke.

"Fortunately, fortunately, it flashed quickly, otherwise it would not have been blasted into slag by this fireball, and it would have been blasted into a roast suckling pig," Yang Yuhou said fearfully.

"Cultivating spells is powerful, Yang Yu, you still don't want to go up, you can't beat it. You haven't tried it in the heart road, this kind of martial arts in it is like a commonplace, I have been abused for more than a month, inhuman torture!

"No, I'm going to go up, I'm about to break through the early stage of the ground level, and I want to feel how powerful the middle stage of the earth level where I have cultivated spells is. Yang Yu said.

Zhang Lang knew that he couldn't persuade Yang Yu no matter what he said, so it was better to let him go. Maybe we can break through. "What do you think, Zhang Lang, can they beat Yan Ming?" said the Great Elder to several elders beside him. At this moment, they and the others were standing on the distant mountain peak watching all this.

"I think Zhang Lang is bound to lose, one is in the early stage of the ground level, and the other has not yet built a foundation, how can it be compared with a middle stage of the ground level that has cultivated spells. The second elder said affirmatively.

"I don't think so, the five ground levels were knocked down with just one punch in their hands at the beginning, you think about what the concept of a punch is, and there is still no foundation. The first time it can be said that the other party is still speaking and has not reacted, and the second time is completely based on strength. The only female elder said.

"I think they are bound to lose, they are the middle stage of cultivating spells, not the middle stage of ordinary ground level, to put it bluntly, they are now quite a master in the secular army. The four elders said.

"He~he~ Then let's see who wins and who loses, let's make a bet,

Everyone present can come and gamble. The Great Elder said.

"I press 100,000 Zhanglang"

"I'm 100,000 strict"

"I'm Tight"

"Zhang Lang ~ Yan Ming ............"

Everyone pressed the bet, including those disciples, and most of them pressed

is strict, but there are very few who press Zhanglang.