"Shen Zong! You're so fat, you don't even pay attention to my Han Chen's words?"

Han Chen entered the Heavenly Gate a few months early, and he had already teamed up with a group of his own team, in groups of three or five.

At this moment, they surrounded Shen Zong and the others together, and their faces were not good.

It is conceivable that if this was not the entrance to the battlefield, what kind of treatment would Shen Zong would encounter.

The rest of the people also followed.

"Yes, didn't you expect that you wouldn't be able to participate in the martial soul battlefield, so you didn't care about anything, and broke the jar. ”

"People from a rural place like Southwind are just rude. Talking to him, it's like the wind in my ears. ”

The sound of counting is endless.

"That's enough. ”

Shen Zong's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he turned around, his face floating with coldness.

"One by one, I don't speak, you don't stop, right? A bunch of shit-like shit!"

As soon as he spoke, there was a slight silence, as if even the air had frozen.

The astonishment on their faces appeared on the faces of all the students.

Shen Zong's words were issued in the dantian, and the people around him could hear them clearly.

"What did you say?"

Shen Zong shrugged: "If you don't have good ears and don't hear clearly, then I'll say it again, I mean that you followers around Han Chen are all rubbish!"

What is called being rude, what is called being impolite.

Since he slandered Shen Zong, then he is really seated, so what is he afraid of?

"Bastard, a mere martial artist, dare to say such arrogant things?"

A young man in red had an angry face on his face and glared angrily at Shen Zong.

"Don't wait for the battlefield to open, I'll do it for Brother Han and abolish you!"

"Brother Hong, don't be impulsive......" Han Chen frowned, and pretended to pull Hong Wuzhong, but failed to hold it.

In this way, he can be regarded as having spoken out to stop it, but he just failed to stop it.

Even if something happens, if you criticize it, you will receive a small punishment at most.

At the very least, if Hong Wuzhong makes a move, this evil breath can come out.

Hong Wuzhong's empty palm rolled up one after another bloody aura......

In his opinion, in the dual realm of martial arts and disciples, no matter what, he should steadily overpower Shen Zong.

When others saw this, they were shocked.

"He actually used blood to slap his palm...... This Hong Wuzhong, as soon as it comes up, it is a killing move. ”

"But isn't it, the function of this bloody palm is to ignite the blood in a person's body, low-level students, if they are hit by this palm, within an hour, their whole body will overflow with blood, Shen Zong is finished......"

However, the voice fell.

I saw this bloody palm "bang" on Shen Zong's body, as if it was a cotton fist on a thick iron plate.

"What?"

"What's the matter, don't you continue to attack?" Shen Zong smiled slightly, glanced at him and said.

"I ......" Not to mention the bystanders, even Hong Wuzhong himself looked at his palms in a daze, looking incredulous.

Immediately, he gritted his teeth and gasped, and a black cyclone, wrapped around his arm, spiraled towards Shen Zong's body, and slammed into it.

"Eat me again!"

It was almost the same situation as just now, the black cyclone hit Shen Zongtie's body, and it had no effect at all.

Seeing this, they immediately booed.

Even Han Chen looked at Hong Wuzhong with an unkind face, very gloomy.

This Hong Wuzhong, is he here to pit Shen Zong, or is he here to help Shen Zong?

A person with two martial apprentices, Shen Zong, who fights one martial apprentice, how can he not win while standing?

"Bastard ......"

Hong Wuzhong drank coldly, and then desperately stepped forward, gave up all his defenses, and hit Shen Zong's chest in a row, slapping countless palms.

Like a sharp blade, his palm wind struck Shen Zong's chest, striking a small piece of blood.

"It worked!"

Just when he was smiling and his heart was dark, he was shocked to find that his palm was frozen on the spot, and he couldn't move at all, but he was caught in his hand by Shen Zong.

Shen Zong smiled calmly, but instead questioned and said, "The attack just now is not effective, why don't you continue." ”

Where can it continue?

Lei Ling's paralyzing breath, the pain of splitting muscles and bones, this sudden change almost made Hong Wuzhong collapse.

The sense of touch in his hands was slowly losing.

The smell of burning electricity spread across the vast space.

Hong Wuzhong's arm no longer felt any sensation, and the biggest fear was nothing more than this.

Little by little, I watched my body collapse, and I couldn't do anything about it.

There was a crisp sound of "swoop", and the light of the current explosion shrouded Hong Wuzhong's whole body.

"No...... Don't, stop. ”

Although he didn't feel pain, he subconsciously understood that if he continued like this, he would definitely die!

If the opponent was Shen Zong, he would definitely kill himself without hesitation.

At this moment, a bright white light suddenly lit up.

Listen to only two "whoosh" sounds.

Two boys, a man and a woman, suddenly appeared from the white light, with indifferent expressions.

I saw that the girl with a rose flower on her chest was protected in front of Hong Wuzhong, and a bright silver thin sword shot out, straight into the ground, forming a shield-like existence, forming a defensive position.

The handsome boy was holding a pure black short sword in one hand, and the tip of the sword reached before Shen Zong's left chest, oozing a little bit of blood, forming an offensive.

However, Shen Zong's thunder fire fist had also reached the boy's head, and he could pinch his throat at any time.

With the tense momentum, several people faced each other coldly and never gave in.

"Alright, you guys, stop it. ”

Under the urging of Ling Mochen's aura, the wheelchair flew out of the air and landed in front of everyone before stopping.

Ling Mochen coldly glanced around, and his gaze stayed on Shen Zong's body, revealing a slight look of surprise.

"If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, I really didn't expect that you would be able to break through to the Martial Disciple Triple in just this short period of time. ”

"Master Ling, it's over. So, can I participate in the Martial Spirit Battlefield?"

Ling Mochen was slightly stunned, and smiled awkwardly: "This ...... Of course. ”

If you release it, since Shen Zong has done it, it must be fulfilled, this is the principle of Tianmen people.

"Okay!" Shen Zong smiled, and without waiting for Ling Mochen to speak, he quickly withdrew his fist gloves, and at the same time, the two boys on the opposite side also stopped their hands, put their swords into their sheaths, and looked coldly in Shen Zong's direction.

"Wait a minute, Master Ling, what did you just say?"

Han Chen's heart felt as if he had been hit by a boulder, and for a moment, he was a little unacceptable.

"Martial apprentice triple? Shen Zong's current realm is a martial apprentice triple?"

As the most dazzling new star of Tianmen, he didn't break through so quickly.

This Shen Zong, how did he do it?

"Okay, gibberish gossip, I'll talk about it later. Now that the time has come, everyone is here, let me talk about the rules of the Martial Spirit Battlefield!"