"Angkor...... The Seventh Young Master is usually spoiled by the master and his wife, and since he was injured this time, his tone will inevitably be excited. ”

Fang Xiaoba was scared, for fear that his beloved Angkor would be angry and really kill Song Xiangkang, so he hurriedly stood up and explained good things.

Others, he didn't know if he would let Song Xiangkang go because of the majesty of the Creation Gate, but Fang Xiaoba knew that Wu Di would definitely not be afraid, and he could do anything if he provoked it.

Look at the tomb of the Great Emperor, how many self-righteous people thought that Wu Enemy would not dare to offend, but in the end, it was just a dead end.

"Huh. ”

Wu Di smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and patted Fang Xiaoba's shoulder heavily, signaling him to rest assured.

"Fang Xiaoba, why did you explain to him what to do?"

Song Xiangkang was furious, "You are a dog who eats inside and outside, you grew up eating our Huamen rice, and you ran to help an outsider so unconscionable!"

Fang Xiaoba: "......"

Wu Di: "......"

They feel that it is not easy for Song Xiangkang to live to this day, it is simply a dog biting Lu Dongbin and not knowing the hearts of good people!

"The surname is Wu, if you don't give me an explanation today, don't want to see the sun tomorrow!"

Song Xiangkang roared at Wu Di with red eyes, "Now, your dog quickly kneel down for me, lick my leather boots to apologize, and then let me break your dog's legs!"

"Huh. Wu Di first smiled faintly, and then raised the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Qi Shao, you are a bit excessive." Obviously, you were at fault first, and you scolded me angrily in vulgar language, and I didn't even care about you, you're a little too domineering, aren't you?"

"Domineering Nima Pi!"

Song Xiangkang's blood-beaded eyes stared at Wu Di, and his blood-pig-like face looked particularly hideous, and roared, "Lao Tzu bullied you, what's wrong with you? If you have the ability, why don't you leave the Creation Gate?" If you have the ability, why don't you be a dog in our family?"

"Huh. Wu Di just rubbed his nose lightly and didn't speak, and let Song Xiangkang Jing pretend.

He rarely stayed here at the Creation Gate?

He must stay here at the Creation Gate?

Song Xiangkang is ridiculously naïve.

If you don't use today's conflict to say such things with indignation, you will definitely be slapped a few times by the door master or even the elders to sober up a few times, right?

Wu Di is such an excellent person, and the major forces are scrambling to get it, if it weren't for Hu Lijing's face, he wouldn't be rare to come here to create a chemical gate!

Now many of the Great Martial Arts factions know that Wu Enemy is the living map of the Great Emperor's tomb, and they can't wait to recruit him into the Emperor's Tomb, maximize their interests as much as possible, and stand out from many competitors.

Who is rare, no one knows!

......

"Laugh, laugh at you!"

Song Xiangkang saw that Wu Di was still smiling lightly, and couldn't help but roar angrily again, "Hurry up and kneel down and lick Lao Tzu's shoes, and then let Lao Tzu slap your face." As long as Young Master Ben is happy, he may break a few of your legs and spare your life!"

"Huh. Wu Di still smiled faintly, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Jiang Churou couldn't stand Wu Di's repeated remorse by an idiot.

In addition, she has always had a hot temper, and she forgot her previous agreement not to talk casually for a while, and instinctively roared at Song Xiangkang, "Made, who do you think you are?"

"You-"

Song Xiangkang saw that Jiang Churou insulted himself like this, and he was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

His eyes erupted with raging flames, and he stared at Jiang Churou with great annoyance, eager to slaughter her.

"You stinky bastard!"

Song Xiangkang remembered that all this was because of Jiang Churou, and he couldn't help but be even more angry, "This dog surnamed Wu is not happy, do you think you are getting better? Tell you, if you know each other, you will obediently crawl over and lick the eldest brother for your brother, otherwise after I deal with Wu Di's dog, I will sell you to the African slums to enjoy the dirty, smelly, and black migrant workers who are like a lump of charcoal." ”

"Huh. ”

Jiang Churou smiled coldly, "Lick you? joke, I'd rather lick an African gorilla than lick you!"

"Bastard-" Song Xiangkang was furious, and shouted at his subordinates: "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and catch this cheap for me!"

None of his subordinates dared to move, because Jiang Churou was a friend of Wu Di, or a woman or something.

Minus the friendship between them, Wu Di is still a very powerful existence, and if he really goes crazy, he can even destroy the quasi-acquired martial artists, which is not something that they can deal with.

"Qishao, I think you should really calm down!"

Wu Di rubbed his nose and smiled lightly, "I've never had a very good temper, and I treat you with such a good attitude today, it's entirely for the sake of the face of the Seventh Young Song Xiangyang......

"Yo, it seems that you dare to beat me without my eldest brother?"

He glared at Wu Di with great resentment, and continued to roar: "Dogs are always dogs, understand? You are actually a dog raised by my eldest brother, that is, a dog raised by our Creation Sect, and you can be slaughtered every minute if it doesn't like your eyes!"

"Smack-"

Wu Di left the spot like a bolt, and slapped Song Xiangkang in the blink of an eye, as if he was about to slap his face out of shape.

Fang Xiaoba had been paying attention to Wu Di's movements, for fear that he would really kill Song Xiangkang in a rage.

When he saw that Wu Di had something to do and wanted to stop him, Wu Di had already taught Song Xiangkang a solid lesson.

"Ahh

A large amount of blood oozed from the corner of Song Xiangkang's mouth, and his red and swollen face cracked a little.

And the Creation Gate and the others were staring at each other with wide eyes, and they all showed disbelief on their faces.

They had expected that Wu Di might fight, but they never thought that he would really beat people!

"You ......" Song Xiangkang came back to his senses and stared at Wu Di with unbelievable eyes, his eyes full of surprise.

"Smack-"

Wu Wei raised his arm without waves, and slapped Song Xiangkang again, making his head twist as if it was about to break.

"Smack-"

Wu Di slapped in the opposite direction again, directly hitting Song Xiangkang's head back.

After three slaps in the face, he asked coldly: "Do you know why I slapped you? Because your mouth is so pumping, it may pollute your entire cheeks, so I will even clean your entire cheeks!"

Song Xiangkang groaned in pain for a while before slowly raising his head and looking at Wu Di with complicated eyes.

"You...... How dare you hit me!" Song Xiangkang's eyes were red, but his tone was not as angry as before.

He stared at Wu Di in surprise for a long time, and only after a long time did he say in a trembling tone: "You...... You...... You're not going to end well!"

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