As soon as Wu Kong's words came out, Xiong Zhen's sneering rough face instantly froze.

In front of so many people, Wukong's words made everyone look at each other very directly.

Could it be that Xiong Zhen's finger was almost broken by Wukong? What the hell is going on? Could it be that this kid is so powerful.

Just when watching the lively crowd was suspicious, Xiong Zhen's suppressed anger broke out.

"You're looking for death. Xiong Zhen roared, shook his palm as big as a fan, and threw it towards Wukong's face on the spot.

The whistling palm wind blows in his face, and if he draws it, I'm afraid the teeth will fall out.

Wu Kong glanced slightly, extremely calm, his steps retreated, his head was slightly deviated, and Xiong Zhen's big hand passed by the tip of his nose, without even touching him.

Xiong Zhen was slightly surprised by such a quick reaction, but in any case, he believed that this newcomer could not be his opponent.

The elder guarding the tower cast his gaze, and his gloomy face revealed a hint of hope, as if he really wanted to see Wukong being beaten by Xiong Zhen.

The disciples in the division fight under the pretext of learning from each other, as long as they don't kill people, the master will not pay attention to it.

"You all get out of the way. Xiong Zhen yelled at the followers who were following him, he was going to beat Wukong half to death with his own strength.

"Don't take an inch. Wu Kong drank coldly and issued a warning.

I am a newcomer, although I don't want to cause trouble, but it doesn't mean that I can be slaughtered.

Seeing Wukong so indifferent, what is his reliance?

"Still pretending in front of me, see if I don't kill you. Xiong Zhen shouted angrily and strode towards Wukong.

Wu Kong stood still and did not move, his eyes surging with cold anger.

His fists clenched slightly, although Xiong Zhen's realm was a little higher than Wukong's, his strength was not taken into Wukong's eyes.

The reason is that Xiong Zhen's qi veins are not comparable to his own at all, that is the link of power transmission, Wukong's one hundred and thirty-five qi veins, and their power is so strong that they have already thrown him out of a few streets.

Bang!

The air exploded under Xiong Zhen's fist, and his punch only opened the mountain and cracked the rock.

But Wukong was indifferent, standing there as if waiting to be beaten by him.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Xiong Zhen's mouth, thinking that Wukong was scared stupid, Wukong immediately moved.

His fist was like a dragon, and the faint sound of the dragon's groan entered his ears, fist to fist, and he simply and directly smashed it with Xiong Zhen's fist.

It was an incredible sight.

Someone even shouted, is that kid scared stupid, he actually stood there without moving, and dared to fight with Xiong Zhen.

Who doesn't know that Xiong really has the nickname of "Iron Fist", and once beat a third-order demon beast to pieces with one punch.

"That kid is dead, and I guess his hands will be scrapped. ”

"If you dare to fight with our Iron Fist Bear, you either have enough strength, or you can't do it yourself. ”

"I think it's the latter, and I don't think I'm going to be able to do it. ”

Splatter!

Before they finished their words, Wukong had already collided with Xiong Zhen's fists, and at this moment there was a feeling like two mountains colliding together.

The scene they imagined did not appear, on the contrary, Xiong Zhen's hands were trembling, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, his face was painful, and beads of sweat were rolling down.

His whole arm hung limply, and he had a feeling that it didn't belong to him anymore.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Xiong Zhen?"

"His hands are shaking!!"

"Isn't his iron fist as good as that kid's flesh fist?

“......”

Xiong Zhen felt a heart-wrenching pain, and the five fingers that were clenched into fists seemed to be broken, but Wukong was like no one, and the cold color on his face made Xiong Zhen a little scared.

Wukong walked towards him, and he stepped backwards and shouted, "Don't come here." ”

"As I said, yesterday your finger didn't break, but today it doesn't have to be. Wu Kong snorted coldly, and he decided to let this annoying person "rest" for a while.

Only in this way will he not have the time and courage to come back to trouble himself for no reason.

"Wukong, what are you doing. A majestic roar came, causing Wukong to glance back.

It was the roar of the tower guard, I didn't expect him to take the opportunity to suppress himself.

However, Wukong didn't pay attention to it, why did he turn a blind eye when Xiong Zhen shot at him just now, and now that he has the upper hand, he wants to stop it.

How can there be such a truth in the world? Even if you are an elder, Wukong will never give in to this kind of power.

Seeing that Wukong did not stop because of his scolding, he ran towards Xiong Zhen violently.

The elder of the tower stood up instantly, stomped his feet, and his body was like a soaring goshawk, rushing towards the sky.

He felt that his majesty had been provoked, and that the boy should turn a deaf ear to his words.

"Stop me. The elder of the tower roared, the distant water could not save the near fire, and when he pounced, he had already seen Wukong blast towards Xiong Zhen with a punch.

Xiong Zhen resisted in vain, but where could he withstand Wukong's determination.

A punch knocked him ten paces away on the spot, and he smashed to the ground and groaned in pain, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Now it was so quiet that it was so quiet that it was audible to the point of falling a needle, and no one thought that just two faces, this newcomer would not be able to beat Xiong Zhen, one of the ten tyrants of the Damo Academy.

Think about how ironic it is to talk about Wukong being beaten by Xiong Zhen all over the ground just now.

They looked at Wukong one by one, and they didn't dare to come out, and they were all dumbfounded.

"You're being presumptuous. The elder of the tower was like a goshawk that fell down, and his angry voice resounded in Wukong's ears, and he also pulled everyone back to their senses.

He pounced down and saw Wukong standing still, but as an elder, he didn't make a move against Wukong.

I thought that Wukong would make a counterattack or defensive action, but Wukong didn't do anything, just stood like this, waiting for him to pounce.

This made him unable to make a move, if Wukong dared to resist and fight back, it would be in his arms.

"Where is the disciple presumptuous?" Wu Kong replied lightly, not afraid at all, because he had enough reason.

"Not only did you turn a deaf ear to what Elder Ben said, but you also dared to hurt people and hurt your fellow disciples who had already fallen into the upper hand, and you still dare to say that you were not presumptuous?"

"Fortunately, this is the master's gate, if not, a person like him who causes trouble, I'm afraid that he is not injured now, but dead. Wu Kong responded calmly and looked at the elder guarding the tower, "Besides, as a senior brother-level figure, he made a move on his disciple before, didn't the elder see it?"

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