"This ......"

For a moment, the audience was stunned.

Rubbing their eyes vigorously, they couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

The phantom real person who was still domineering just now, after seeing this year, he knelt down directly in fright, like a second grandson.

What about the Great War?

What about the decision for the disciples?

This is the situation of Shenma, the script is reversed, right?

It should be that young man, kneeling down to the phantom real person.

It's not just that they're confused, but even I'm confused.

I didn't know the real person at all, and his sudden kneeling really caught me off guard.

"Master! You're confused, aren't you? ”

Sun Fugui and Xue Qi shouted angrily: "He just beat his disciple, how can you kneel down for him, get up quickly, beat him and avenge us!" ”

"Yes, master, you are also a Thunder Tribulation Monk, the master of a faction, how can you kneel down to a nobody, this is a loss of your old identity, get up quickly, beat him hard."

The remaining four youths almost didn't come up in one breath and turned their backs.

What's wrong with your own master?

It wouldn't be guilty of senile dementia. Stay, right?

Otherwise, how can a good person kneel down to the enemy?

"I'm going to beat you eggs!"

The phantom real person scolded: "You unfilial disciples, why are you doing in a daze? Come and kneel down and apologize! ”

"What!"

As soon as these words came out, Sun Fugui and others collectively screamed.

I'm already wondering if there's something wrong with my ears.

The phantom real person doesn't count kneeling by himself, but he has to pull them to kneel together, what kind of trouble is this?

"Master, it seems that you are really guilty of senile dementia. Stunned. ”

Sun Fugui looked unconvinced, and shouted loudly: "It's okay if you're confused, the disciple is not confused, that kid is something, it's just a nobody, it's not worthy of lifting shoes for me, I want him to kneel for me, unless the sun comes out of the west!" ”

Syllable!

In the next second, a heavy big-ear scraper had already thrown Sun Fugui's face, directly whipping him to the ground.

"Division...... Master...... You hit me. Do? ”

Sun Fugui looked confused, racking his brains and couldn't figure out why the phantom real person would suddenly pump himself.

Xue Qi and the others were even more shocked, there was a big problem with their own master, not only senile dementia. Stunned, he also lost his mind and became mad.

"Why did I hit you, you ask?"

The phantom real person sneered: "What I am fighting is you, an unfilial son with eyes and no beads, otherwise, you will have to kill your teacher sooner or later!" ”

The phantom real person rolled up his sleeves and rushed over with a punch and kick, and all the strength of the milk was exerted, beating Sun Fugui to scream.

"Master, you have to have a reason to beat me, otherwise the disciple will not accept it."

Sun Fugui covered his head with a blue nose and swollen face, and shouted wailingly.

"Do you know who he is?"

The Phantom Man reached out to me and roared loudly.

He ...... He's just a nobody. ”

Sun Fugui swallowed his saliva and replied with an innocent face.

Syllable!

The phantom real person didn't say a word, and threw it out with another slap, and shouted angrily: "Nobody, you are big. Master, he is the Holy Son of the Netherworld Sect, Li Shuangxi! ”

"The Holy Son of the Nether Sect!"

As soon as these words came out, Sun Fugui's face changed wildly, and his body trembled involuntarily.

Xue Qi's eyes showed shock, and her steps stepped back in a panic, tripped over the stone, and sat directly on the ground.

The remaining four young people, all of whom looked frightened, couldn't help but hug each other.

Netherworld!

Son!

Li Shuangxi!

These three alone are enough to scare them out of their minds.

(End of chapter)