Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Lost Pen Man

"Brother Dong is so handsome."

Dan Qingsheng knew that his second brother had broken the rules of the competition, and he didn't know what to say, but he just praised Dongli and wanted to divert the topic.

Dongli glanced at Hei Baizi, and saw that his expression was as usual, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him, and he couldn't help sneering in his heart, but he didn't have much fire.

It was also Dongli who didn't intend to win in this way from the beginning, and his own experience for so many years made him not get angry easily, at least not because of this little thing, after all, no matter what, the ending of this bald pen is the same.

"The four owners of the village have an overreputation, and the way of doing this little bit is not as good as the eyes of several owners."

Dongli sneered and squinted at Hei Baizi and said.

Hei Baizi put his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes and looking a little unkind, Dongli's words were actually stimulating him to watch Dongli's movements from the sidelines, thus affecting the whole competition, such behavior was already despised by people in the martial arts.

"Okay, I'm not interested in playing, three village owners, offended."

Dongli clenched his fists with a cold face and bowed slightly to the bald pen Weng.

The bald pen shook the brush and put on a posture with a smile.

I saw Dongli together, with a flick of his right hand, he took out a delicate flying knife out of nowhere and shot out, the speed made the bald pen Weng's pupils shrink suddenly, and he didn't have time to dodge at all.

There was no way, the brush in the bald pen Weng's hand stretched out, pointing directly at the flying knife that came from the shot, and the internal force was transported to the brush to resist the attack of the flying knife.

The flying knife hit the brush, directly through the bristles, and against the head of the brush.

Dongli saw that although the bald pen Weng was resisting the attack of the flying knife, but did not use all his strength, just now Dongli applied the knife technique of the fighting word to the flying knife, and the flying knife was attached to the fierce internal force of the fighting word, with the purity and strength of Dongli's internal force, coupled with the huge strength of Dongli, if the bald pen Weng did not defend with all his strength this time, it can be said that he would be injured a lot.

Indeed, when the flying knife hit the pen shaft, the bald pen Weng's face changed instantly, and the flying knife he resisted, but the force transmitted from it really made his arm numb, although the pen shaft was made of good material, if it were not for the internal force of the bald pen Weng transmitted in it, the flying knife would directly cut the pen shaft and penetrate into his body.

Immediately after, a blazing and fierce internal force followed this force from the pen shaft to the meridians in the hands of the bald pen man, and he had to mobilize the internal force to resist this invading internal force, but how could the internal force of his exercises be comparable to the pure internal force of the Douzi Jue, and the internal force of the Douzi Jue rushed straight to the meridians and acupoints of his body like a devastating and decaying body.

Thanks to this internal force, it is difficult to support alone, and the follow-up is weak, Bald Pen Weng mobilized the internal force of the whole body to resist the wear, and finally consumed the internal force of the fighting word, but he was already like gold paper, and he didn't even dare to speak, for fear that a mouthful of blood would spurt out.

Dongli stepped forward and patted Bald Pen Weng on the shoulder, and the purple qi entered his body and ran around, and Bald Pen Weng felt a lot better.

"Brother Dong's flying knife stunt is ashamed of himself, and Brother Dong's internal strength cultivation is so high, it's really embarrassing!"

Bald pen Weng was taught a lesson and finally spoke seriously, it was rare to admit that others were better than himself, to be honest, if it wasn't for Dongli's mercy this time, if he wanted to kill him, it would just be another flying knife, not to mention that he had just helped him regulate his body, this time it was to borrow him ten more guts, and he didn't dare to scream.

"Third brother, are you okay?"

Dan Qingsheng stepped forward and patted the bald pen man on the shoulder, but as soon as he patted it for the first time, the bald pen man almost fell to the ground, so frightened that Dan Qingsheng hurriedly helped him up and asked, "Third brother, are you injured?" ”

The bald pen man gave him a speechless look, do you still need to ask?

Dong Centrifugal is also snickering, to be honest, Dan Qingsheng's martial arts are okay, and I can only say that-_-

, If it weren't for his personal experience, he wouldn't have been able to see the subtlety and strength of Dongli's martial arts at all, and if he could see it, it wouldn't be the four friends of Meizhuang, and he would have already become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

"It's okay, Brother Dong has already healed my injuries, and I am convinced of this competition."

Bald Pen Weng said in a somewhat weak voice, Dan Qingsheng nodded when he heard this, although he was surprised when Dongli helped his third brother heal his injury, but he still helped Bald Pen Weng to the side of the stone bench and sat down.

"Next, I will ask the second village master to give advice." Dongli didn't ink, turned his head and directly invited the black and white son to fight.

Hei Baizi's already small eyes narrowed, and his expression was a little displeased, but he still pretended to be bold and said loudly: "Okay, I'll accompany Brother Dong to practice his hands." ”

Dong Centrifugal sneered, among the four brothers of Meizhuang, what he hated the most was this second black and white son, in the original book, this thing looks like a short-lived ghost, here is a black fat man with small eyes, no matter which image is a traitor, and he also wants to seek to seize the star-absorbing Dafa that can be used by me, the ghost knows what he wants this martial arts to do, but he also wants to know that it is definitely not a good thing, hey, it seems that the meaning statement is a little wrong。。。。。。

In short, this thing is just a big-minded, narrow-minded villain.

If you don't teach this product a lesson, how can you be worthy of Dongli's identity as the god of martial arts.

Far from it.

"Second owner, please advise!"

Dong Li stretched out his hand, and invited the black and white to fight with a playful face.

"Brother Dong, please advise!"