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"Bang-"

Suddenly, Fan Yongjie punched Fan Renya in the lower abdomen. Before Chen Tingzhi could react, the man in his hand flew into the sky like this.

"Poof......

Fan Renya spit out a large puddle of black blood in mid-air, and it was Fan Yongjie's punch that directly pulled out all the toxins in his body.

I don't know what Fan Yongjie's martial arts totem ability will be? Seeing this scene in front of him, Chen Tingzhi now wants to fight with Fan Yongjie.

However, Chen Tingzhi also knew that he was a little short of the number one master recognized in the Deathmatch City except for the Deathmatch Emperor.

Let's wait until we have settled the differences between body and soul.

Seeing Fan Yongjie turn around and leave in a chic manner, Chen Tingzhi woke up like a dream, and almost entered the Lei Dong Ming Wang Xiang like this, and shot directly regardless of it.

"Plop!"

Fan Renya slammed it to the ground.

"Hey, you." Fan Yongjie suddenly turned his head and pointed at Chen Tingzhi, revealing a smile, no, it should be said that the tiger opened its mouth slightly and showed its fangs when it saw its prey and was about to pounce.

"You're good, but you're not strong enough, so you'd better sharpen your minions. When they're sharp enough, I'll come to you! ”

Fan Renya struggled to her feet, surprised to find that her new friend had been recognized by her father.

"Hahaha, interesting." Chen Tingzhi looked at Fan Yongjie who was walking away, and he couldn't help but turn into the radical and belligerent Lei Dong Ming Wangxiang.

"Wait a minute!" Fan Renya was frightened at this time, there was a person who was not at the top ten master level who was not swallowed by his momentum when facing his old man, but was full of fighting spirit.

was pulled by Fan Renya's hand, Chen Tingzhi took advantage of this gap to adjust the four-phase bodhicitta and restored the appearance of having me.

"Tsk, Ebony He has just come back from the big battle, and now he is full of fighting spirit, and Chen Ting is also a madman, and if he doesn't pay attention to it, he will become hostile."

Chen Tingzhi closed his eyes, and he didn't dare to open them until Fan Yongjie left his hearing range. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would rush out like this.

"Let's go, let's go to the hospital." patted Fan Renya on the back, and Chen Tingzhi turned around and left.

"It's okay, I'm sturdy now." Fan Renya smiled and waved his hand to indicate that it didn't matter.

"Let's check it out, by the way, I'm going to see two friends who are hospitalized."

“…… All right. Fan Renya felt that going to the hospital to visit a friend was Chen Tingzhi's real purpose, and it was convenient to take herself to the hospital for examination.

Both of them are masters, and they can cross the Deathmatch City in just ten minutes and arrive at Meng Zhiyu and Ma Chengxiong's Second Deathmatch Courtyard.

However, Chen Tingzhi and Fan Renya were not in a hurry, so they simply called a taxi, walked slowly through the city, and set off towards the Second Courtyard of the Death Match.

"There's a master in the black car in the back." The taxi was driving on the road leading to the second courtyard of the death match, and Fan Renya suddenly felt something in his heart, so he turned his head to look.

A black Maybach followed the taxi in which Chen Tingzhi and Fan Renya were riding with great grace, maintaining a certain distance, and did not sound the horn or turn signal to overtake.

"It's just a stop-by, it's not following us, don't think too much." Chen Tingzhi's soul was mostly replenished, and his sensing ability had also improved significantly, so he felt that the emotions of the passengers on the black Maybach were very stable and there was no malice.

Fan Renya shrugged and said, "Okay, you have a good mentality. But I'm still a little uneasy. Driver, can you drive a little faster? ”

"Done." The black driver's uncle nodded, and with one foot of the accelerator, the taxi "boomed" to accelerate.

Seeing the black Maybach behind him gradually disappear from view, Fan Renya breathed a sigh of relief and sat softly in the back row.

"Is that an exaggeration?" His strength gradually recovered, and according to the level of the secret technique of death matching, Chen Tingzhi, who had reached the human mystery, did not feel a mortal threat like Fan Renya, who was still at the level of transformation.

Fan Renya waved his hand and replied, "I'm tired!" I just didn't know how to tense up and want to break down the door and have a good time. Now let me relax and don't talk to me for a while. ”

"You just say no, but the body is honest." Chen Tingzhi smiled and said that he understood very well.

The corners of Fan Renya's mouth twitched, but he still didn't say anything to refute, it seemed that he really spent too much energy when he suppressed his instinct to fight.

When the taxi arrived at the gate of the Second Death Match, Chen Tingzhi took Fan Renya to find Meng Zhiyu who was walking in the corridor with a stick.

I don't know if it's Chen Tingzhi's illusion, he feels that Meng Zhiyu's facial lines have softened a lot, in other words, Meng Zhiyu has become a little more motherly.

That's not right, wasn't it Ma Chengxiong who was kicked and exploded? Meng Zhiyu was just drained of his martial arts, right?

Could it be because Meng Zhiyu's original cultivation of the Deathmatch Secret Technique was too strong, so after it was abolished, it returned to normal, revealing his original appearance as a cream boy?

"Old Meng, are you better?" Chen Tingzhi greeted him and reached out to pat Meng Zhiyu's shoulder.

"......" Meng Zhiyu was silent for a while, and said, "No, it doesn't feel good at all to lose your strength. I'm about to go see Ma Chengxiong, he can't go down to the ground yet, can we go together? ”

"Okay, let's go together," Chen Tingzhi nodded, then he reached out and patted Fan Renya's shoulder, "By the way, Lao Meng, get to know me, this is Fan Renya, the son of Iron King Kong Fan Yongjie." Lao Meng's full name is Meng Zhiyu, just call him Lao Meng. ”

"Then, the Ma Chengxiong we are going to visit now is a Shaolin lay disciple with a broken mouth with a Moxican hairstyle," Chen Tingzhi continued, "Well, because of an accident before, he injured the root of right and wrong, so he is now damaged and is in the hospital for recuperation." ”

"Well, hello, I'm Fan Renya." Fan Renya nodded, said hello, and generously stretched out a hand.

"Hello, I'm Meng Zhiyu, just call me Lao Meng." Meng Zhiyu also nodded in return, and also stretched out his hand and shook Fan Renya vigorously, expressing his solemnity about meeting and knowing him.

"Let's go, let's go to the old horse." Chen Tingzhi took the lead and walked to Ma Chengxiong's hospital room.

Ma Chengxiong was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with a loveless look. Hearing the sound of the door opening and the sound of familiar footsteps mixed with unfamiliar footsteps, Ma Chengxiong turned his head to look at the door of the ward.

"Oh, come and see me." The tone is like a monk, Ma Chengxiong doesn't look like a lay disciple, but more like a monk who has been a monk since he was a child.

Chen Tingzhi looked at Ma Chengxiong's wound hidden under the quilt indifferently, and asked casually, "Aren't you okay?" It can't be broken, right? ”

"!" Ma Chengxiong suddenly sat up excitedly and shouted.

Then he kept inhaling, lay back down, and resumed his weak tone as if he had seen through the red dust, and said: "I'm a Shaolin master, and I have cultivated the secret art of death to the level of transformation, and even this weak point has enough defense. My little darling it's just hurting now and will be fine soon. ”