readx;? Seeing that Long Shao smiled and was silent, he made a decision immediately, and stepped out directly in front of Ling Zhi, looking at the two of them and smiling and said, "Two, if you have no opinion, come with me now, our Young Master Long is invited!"

"Big brother......" Feng Manzhu's heart tightened, and she looked at Ling Zhi with some misery. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ling Zhi stared for a moment, pulled Feng Manzhu behind his back, looked at the short and fat man and said calmly: "Short and fatty, do you think your face is bigger than other people's butts?

"You're looking for death!"

The short and fat man's eyes bulged, and a terrifying bloody aura ignited all over his body.

It is the so-called pointing at the monk and scolding the bald man. In the same way, the shorter and fatter people are, the more taboo others will be in terms of height and body shape.

The short and fat man Fat Buddha is the most prominent and extreme existence among this kind of people.

Ling Zhi is a short and fat man, not only degrading his height, but also including his fat body type, if this kind of thing can be endured, his blood demon hand "Fat Buddha" nickname is also called in vain.

In an instant, a terrifying and powerful killing intent filled the void, and at the same time that this murderous aura rolled up unscrupulously, Fat Buddha's big white and chubby hand had already moved.

With a dazzling red blood light, the fat hand turned into a suffocating bloody handprint, which cut through the void in an instant, and imprinted straight towards Ling Zhi's chest.

"Hiss......"

Feng Manzhu, who was standing behind Ling Zhi, couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene.

In her opinion, although the fat Buddha attacked a bloody handprint, it seemed to turn the space where she and Ling Zhi were all into a sea of flesh and blood in an instant.

A shudder from the soul rose from my heart. Suddenly, Feng Manzhu's teeth were fighting, and he subconsciously wanted to take out his weapon from the ring to resist.

Boom!

A burst of vitality burst into the eardrums.

Just when Feng Manzhu couldn't stand the attack of the bloody handprints in the air and was about to resist, a more shocking and reddish blood light suddenly splashed away in front of his eyes.

The next moment, she saw that Ling Zhi was standing in his hands, and under his feet, the fat Buddha who was smiling and smiling, but was actually full of murderous intentions, was being trampled on his stomach by Ling Zhi with one foot.

At this moment, the smile on the fat Buddha's face disappeared, and the bloody aura on his body was gone, replaced by a pale face, which shone with a deep look of horror in his eyes.

Everything shows that although the fat Buddha is not dead, he has been controlled by others.

"How daring!"

On the other side, Long Shao's eyes were round and his eyes were round, and his body released a cold and piercing killing intent like a tsunami.

"Let go of the fat Buddha, or die!" "Leng Zhi took a few breaths coldly, Long Shao suddenly cracked his mouth and threatened Ling Zhi in a cold voice.

Ling Zhi looked up, and a faint smile appeared in the corner of his eye.

In the next moment, he didn't seem to hear Long Potian's voice at all, and the foot that stepped on the fat Buddha's stomach slammed hard.

"No ......"

Boom!

A cloud of scarlet and dazzling blood soared up, and the fat body of the fat Buddha was completely trampled on after Ling Zhi's kick, turning into a ball of flesh and blood.

"You ......" Long Shao gritted his teeth, his fists clenched, and his eyes were almost dripping blood.

Ling Zhi shook his head, looked at Long Shao and said unhurriedly: "Long Shao, what a big name, it's a pity, I don't like to be threatened by people by nature!"

"Kill him!"

How can Long Shao still be able to endure it? Think about the young master of the Long family, one of the four great families of his majesty, he is not respected and held wherever he usually goes? Don't say that it is him, it is a dog that he carries casually by his side, no matter how good his cultivation is, as long as he is on the land of the Holy Ruins Continent, he can walk sideways.

Today, he was slapped in the face by an inexplicable loose cultivator, if this field is not recovered, then wouldn't he call the three words Long Potian in vain?

Where is the dragon still commanded?

At the same time that the fat Buddha was trampled on by Ling Zhi, the bearded tall man had already made a move.

His weapon was very strange, not any swords, guns, swords, halberds, nor axes and hooks in the traditional sense, but a large black iron rod that did not show anything unusual.

What surprised Ling Zhi even more was that after the bearded man sacrificed the big iron rod, he turned out to be the same as him Ling Zhi, and did not use any magic skills, but directly swiped his hands, relying on the brute force of his arms, with the sound of hula and breaking the air, and slashed towards Ling Zhi vigorously.

"Unexpectedly, I even ran into a force cultivator!"

Feeling the impact of the stick shadow in the air that seemed to be completely splitting the space, the corners of Ling Zhi's mouth couldn't help but tilt up.

If there is any opponent who is not afraid of cultivation so far, it is nothing else, it must be the same path of force cultivation, using the strength of the body and physical strength as weapons.

When this sky-splitting stick fell from the sky, Ling Zhi didn't even move at all, just raised one arm slightly, stretched out two fingers, and went straight to the iron rod that was splitting down.

"You're looking for death!"

The bearded man has been cultivating the Tao for hundreds of years, and he has seen many arrogant enemies, but he has never seen such an arrogant man.

In the face of his own stick containing tens of millions of Shi Weili, he didn't dodge or dodge, but tried to deal with it with two fingers.

At this moment, there was not only killing intent in his chest, but also burning anger.

"Stop! Who dares to make trouble at the Holy Ruins Pier?"

Seeing that the stick was about to slash at Ling Zhi's head, above the empty Void Hall, a low shout suddenly sounded.

Hearing this voice, the bearded man's eyes froze, and finally retracted the iron rod that was split out with some reluctance, then turned around and retreated behind Long Shao in one step.

"Boy, you should thank Lord Deacon for coming, otherwise, you are already a dead man!" the bearded man stood behind Long Shao and said coldly to Ling Zhi.

For such arrogant people, Ling Zhi didn't even have the will to answer. He just turned around and arched his hand towards a middle-aged man in brocade clothes who was approaching, "Your Excellency is the deacon of the Holy Ruins Alliance......

But he didn't want to, the brocade-clothed man on the opposite side didn't seem to see Ling Zhi's existence at all, and directly passed by him, came to Long Shao and the others, and said politely: "Long Shao, what's going on?

Long Shao squinted his eyes and glanced at Ling Zhi, the corners of his mouth turned to the side, but he didn't speak.

The bearded man hurriedly stood up and said, "Deacon Zhuang, you came just in time, over there, yes, it's the pair of dog men and women, I believe I don't need to say more, right? They don't even have the slightest royal law ......in their eyes."

It is true that there is no need for Long Shao to explain more, the man who was called Deacon Zhuang had already seen his body explode into a blood mist, leaving only half of his head and the fat Buddha's head, lying quietly at Ling Zhi's feet.

Suddenly, the temperature of the space seemed to chill.

Countless onlookers who came from all directions all subconsciously retreated a few steps back, widening the distance between them and Ling Zhifeng and Manzhu.

"Hahaha!Okay, good, it's just great, hahaha!" Deacon Zhuang burst out with a long laugh in his mouth, and then stepped out and came to Ling Zhi, a pair of cold eyes stared straight into Ling Zhi's eyes, his mouth cracked, and he squeezed out from between his teeth word by word and said, "People, did you kill you?"

Ling Zhi sighed, he was the kind of villain who only talked about relationships and didn't care about right and wrong.

It's just that this kind of villain has a big temper.

Although he was speechless, Ling Zhi still raised his hand and arched his hand towards the other party and said, "Deacon Zhuang, this is how things ......"

"Shut up!"

Deacon Zhuang roared angrily, the killing intent in his body almost condensed into substance, and his eyes turned into two boning steel knives: "You only need to answer me, yes or no!"

Ling Zhi's face sank, and he met Deacon Zhuang's murderous gaze, nodded and said, "People, I killed them!"

"How daring!"

Deacon Zhuang burst into a shout, and when he raised his hand, a golden light came out of his hand.

Although he has a very strong temper, it does not mean that his IQ is very low.

Long Shaolong's subordinate fat Buddha, in terms of cultivation and strength, will not be half a point worse than his Zhuang Zongsheng.

Since even such a strong man was killed by the scattered cultivation in front of him, even if he wanted to tie up Long Shao now, and then wanted to stand out for Long Shao, he would have to wait for other masters of the Holy Ruins Hall to come.

Seeing the golden light pierce the roof and fly smoothly towards the sky, Deacon Zhuang's heart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, his face became more and more cold, he squinted his eyes and glanced at Ling Zhi and Feng Manzhu's faces one after another, and then grinned: "I have issued an edict, and the law enforcement team of the Holy Ruins Temple will immediately say, boy, since you have violated the rules of the Holy Ruins Temple, do you want to do it yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

"Wind girl, you step back a little!"

Ling Zhi didn't go to see Deacon Zhuang, but turned around and whispered to Feng Manzhu, and after the other party distanced himself from him, Ling Zhi turned around again, looked at Deacon Zhuang and said, "I don't know what benefits the kid surnamed Long has given you, but there is something I want to remind you that if you don't have the consciousness of life and death, at any time, it's best not to stand up for others easily." ”

Deacon Zhuang's heart froze, "Boy, what are you talking nonsense?"

Ling Zhi glanced at him playfully, and suddenly stretched out one arm, five fingers stretched out to the limit, turned into a sharp claw, and suddenly grabbed at his neck, "What am I going to do, haven't you already seen it?"

"You ......"

Deacon Zhuang only had time to say a word, and the whole person was stunned, and then he seemed to have fallen into a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and an endless cold spread from his head to his toes.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue to talk about it, but he can't say it because he has suffering. Because at this moment, his neck has been tightly clasped by Ling Zhi's abruptly stretched out claws.

Under that suffocating feeling, don't say threats, you can't even let out a fart.