"You're the one who started it all?"

Song Zhong waved his hand behind him, signaling Brother Hei and the others not to act rashly.

Because from the body of the man in front of him, he felt an extremely powerful mana fluctuation.

When Brother Hei and the others saw this, they also knew the seriousness of the matter. The person who can make Song Zhongdu treat him so carefully, God knows how strong he will be?

But when he thought of the Yunqing Club, all the misfortunes that had happened in recent days.

He still mustered up his courage and waved his hand to encircle the man who suddenly appeared......

"Little guy, you guessed it right, I am the president of the Olympian Club, Zhuge Magic. Just now, I saw that you are very good at dealing with the green ghosts, so you must have reached the silver realm in your cultivation! ”

Zhuge said this, his two eyes intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the "Eastern Emperor Bell" worn by Song Zhong's waist.

As for the fitness coaches around him, they were all ignored by him at this time. It's as if Brother Hei and the others don't exist at all......

"Doing business is about harmony and making money, and people like you who disregard ethics and morals to suppress opponents. The gore of the means is simply outrageous. ”

From the moment he saw Zhuge Miraculous, the anger in Uncle Chun's heart was on the verge of going berserk.

At this time, Uncle Chun stepped forward a few times, grabbed Zhuge Miraculous by the collar, and raised his fist to give him a blow.

"Do you want to die?"

Zhuge Magic's gaze at Uncle Chun was full of contempt and disdain.

In his opinion, everyone present, including Song Zhong, was just a doll that could be played with by him.

"If you want me to die, then I'll send you back to the West first!"

Uncle Chun let out a loud snort, and then his sandbag-sized fist hit Zhuge Magic's cheek heavily.

As the leader of Yunqing's team, Uncle Chun usually bench presses at least 180 pounds of heavyweights, which shows how strong the explosiveness of his fists will be.

Uncle Chun's punch, if it hits an ordinary person in the face, there is even the possibility of killing him directly.

But when Zhuge was magically faced with this punch, he did not dodge or dodge, and there was a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ahh......hh

Uncle Chun's fist hit, and a scream rang out. But the person who spoke out was not Zhuge Magic, but Uncle Chun, who beat people.

At this time, Uncle Chun's body was constantly retreating, and he clenched the fist of his right hand with his left hand. And his right hand at this time has already been blurred into flesh and blood. Drops of blood were running down his fingers and down the ground.

The intense pain made a steely man like Uncle Chun convuls.

He had the illusion that his punch had just hit not a human face, but a solid rock.

"For so many years, none of the people who dared to do it to me ended well! Hehe, so I admire your courage. ”

Zhuge looked at Uncle Chun and said slowly.

His expression can even be said to be as much as he owes a beating......

"Brothers, give it to me! For the dead Lixue sister, get justice ......"

Brother Hei saw that Uncle Chun was at a loss, and in order to avenge him, he couldn't wait to greet everyone, wanting to go up together and beat Zhuge magically.

The group class coaches around him, although he always had a fear of Zhuge Magic in his heart. But after all, between them and each other, it is also like brothers.

Brother is being bullied, can you still stand aside and sit idly by? Can that still be considered a man?

Liu Yingjun took the lead and followed closely behind Brother Hei. Then dozens of coaches took a fighting posture one after another, and they were ready to besiege Zhuge Magic.

This posture, if Zhuge magic is replaced by an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will already be scared at this time.

But looking at this guy at this time, he was still looking calm, and Song Zhong's heart suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Stand down, and let me come."

Thinking of this, Song Zhong hurriedly stopped everyone from making a magical move on Zhuge Magic, and he himself jumped in front of Brother Hei.

"Brother, I'm also bloody, and I can't let you stand in the way of everything."

At this time, Brother Hei was already there, and the red line of his white eyes was full of blood.

He clenched his hands into fists, and the strange power that could cause damage to the goblins before filled his body again.

If he could, he would have done his best. will also use his fist to smash the person in front of him, the initiator of everything before, into pulp.

Liu Yingjun around him was also grinding his fists, and he also saw Uncle Chun's tragic situation at this time. But so what? Even if it is a moth to a fire, he must burst out to the last glory.

"If you go up now, you'll suffer."

Although Song Zhong was talking to Brother Hei, his eyes were staring at Zhuge Magic without blinking.

"Hahahaha, good boy, amazing, it seems that Lingchen guy has really accepted another good apprentice!"

When Zhuge looked at Song Zhong, there was a rare hint of approval in his eyes.

And when his words heard Song Zhong's ears, the taboo against this guy was even heavier.

Because listening to this guy's tone, it seems that he used to know his master Lingchen Daoren.

An evil cultivator, knowing his master, can still live until now. That shows that this guy's ability is simply terrifying.

"Zhuge is magical, Zhuge is magical, Zhuge is magical."

Song Zhong silently recited this guy's name several times in his heart, and then seemed to suddenly think of something.

He pointed at Zhuge Magic, and said with a shocked face, "You are a Taiqing outcast, Zhuge Magic?" ”

"Taiqing outcast, what a Taiqing outcast, although I Zhuge Magic once worshiped at the foot of Taiqing Mountain, but I pursue my own way of heaven, what's wrong?"

Zhuge is magically when he heard the words "Taiqing outcast", his emotions became a little excited. His lips trembled slightly. It can be seen that for him, he is very repulsive to those four words.

Because in the past, he also regarded the Taiqing Taoist Temple as the glory of his heart.

In fact, before the Lingchen Daoist accepted Song Zhong as a beginner, there was still a talented disciple.

When he was only thirteen years old, he had already cultivated to a bronze-level onmyoji.

After eighteen years of penance on the mountain, he broke the cultivation record of the Taiqing Taoist Temple, and Yiyue stepped into the ranks of silver-level onmyoji.

But that's it, a stunning young genius.

But he inadvertently got an ancient book about the method of refining corpses, and since then he has gone astray.

In order to cultivate the art of corpse refining, he even frantically used the same sect of Taiqing to conduct experiments.

Finally, one day his behavior was exposed, and as the Lingchen Daoist of the Taiqing Meditation Lord, he cultivated it to ruin in a fit of anger. But because of the love of master and apprentice, he couldn't bear to kill him, and just expelled him from Taiqing Mountain.

That former genius is called Zhuge Magic.

Recalling that in the archives of the Taiqing Taoist Temple, there are records about this guy. Song Zhong couldn't help but feel sorry in his heart.

At the same time, he couldn't help but think in his heart, "If his master, Lingchen Dao, knew that the current Zhuge Miracle was still a disaster in the yang world, I don't know if he would regret that he didn't kill it directly?" ”

"All of you stand down! Today, in the name of Taiqing's disciples, I want to clear the door for my master. ”

Song Zhong will "clean up the portal" The four words bite hard.

Then he pointed out the window and motioned to Zhuge to go out to fight with him.

"Little junior brother, the righteous path monk is indecisive, and I can do whatever I want. Let me see today, Senior Brother, how capable you are. ”

Zhuge laughed out loud after speaking, and then his entire body suddenly disappeared, turning into a puff of green smoke and drifting towards the outside of the Aohai Gate.

Seeing this, Song Zhong tightly grasped the Obsidian Divine Sword with his right hand, and then chased after it without hesitation.

Brother Hei, Liu Yingjun, Song Lingling and others also ran out of the Olympian Club with Song Zhong.

When they walked out of Aohai, they saw with their own eyes that Zhuge was sitting in an open space in front of the building at this time. And about ten meters away from him, Song Zhong was holding the bell in one hand and confronting him with a sword in the other.

"The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high. I was abolished by the spirit dust that day, and I was only in the silver realm at this time. But it's still enough to clean up you guy. ”

The corners of Zhuge magic's mouth burst out with a cruel smile. Immediately after that, a bell suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Bell bell bell, bell bell bell ......"

Then he shook to himself, making a crisp sound.

After hearing that voice, Song Zhong suddenly felt like a great enemy. Perhaps in the audience, others could not see the name of this bell. But for Song Zhong, it couldn't be more familiar.

He looked around vigilantly, and the sense of crisis in his heart became more and more solemn.

Immediately after, the surrounding earth was trembling. From time to time, there were bursts of ghosts crying wolf howls, coming from all around.

"Little junior brother, you can deal with a green ghost, but what if it is a group? Hahaha......"

After Zhuge finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter. Then, from the third floor of the Olympian Club, dozens of figures in black robes jumped down.

The stench of the rotting corpse made everyone around him gag. Before the battle had even begun, their mental defenses crumbled under the stench.