The corners of Tang Zheng's mouth flashed with a touch of arc, "It's here!" ”

The vehicle stopped, and more than a dozen disciples of the White Mountain Sect wearing long robes and carrying swords behind their backs surrounded them menacingly.

"Tang Zheng, you fuck Lao Tzu down, Lao Tzu will kill you today." Wei Zhimu gritted his teeth, he hated this kid to death.

"Wei Zhimu, you didn't beat you enough last time, you are going to come to the door to fight, I really admire your courage."

"It's good to have courage, but courage has to be spared."

Tang Zheng got out of the car and said happily.

"Boy, don't think that if you have some ability, you will be the first in the world, let me tell you, my Baishan faction is not something you offended."

"Hurry up and hand over the Baishan Snow Fish, and then compensate me for 100 million dollars in mental damages, Lao Tzu can consider letting you live, otherwise you will wait for death."

Tang Zheng smiled and shook his head, "My subordinates are defeated, I really don't know what capital you have to run rampant in front of me." ”

"Boy, I originally wanted to go back to Huaxia and settle accounts with you, but who knew that you kid didn't know how to do it, and he couldn't get along with me several times."

"Don't think that you are amazing, my Baishan faction is not a vegetarian, you have no door and no faction, and it is easier for the Baishan faction to pinch you to death than to step on ants."

Wei Zhimu was full of confidence at the moment, all around him were the masters of the White Mountain Sect, and these people were sent by Wei Tianming to protect the White Mountain Snow Fish.

As the head of the Baishan faction, Wei Tianming was extremely talented in martial arts, and he entered the realm of the Heavenly Order when he was middle-aged. But ever since he entered the early stage of the Heaven Level, his cultivation had been stagnant.

Later, he overheard a friend mention that Subi Auction House was going to auction off a white mountain snowfish.

As the head of the Baishan faction, he naturally knew the efficacy of Baishan Xuebai, and immediately sent his son and younger brother out.

Just in case, he deliberately sent out all the powerful martial arts masters of the Baishan Sect.

At the auction, the reason why Wei Tianliang did not compete with Tang Zheng was also for this reason. He thought that even if the Baishan Snow Fish was taken away by Tang Zheng, it was only temporarily placed with him, and they would snatch it.

Tang Zheng looked around, "The Baishan faction is also a big faction, and no matter how it is raised, it is all waste." ”

Those masters of the Baishan faction originally looked arrogant, and they were all respected objects in the Baishan faction, but they didn't expect to be said to be a waste by a hairy boy, and their expressions suddenly changed.

"Boy, you're looking for death." The head of the goatee said angrily.

"Uncle Shi, please take action to abolish him, as long as he is here." Wei Zhimu's voice was cold, and his eyes were like knives. It's not that he doesn't want to end Tang Zheng, but he wants to torture him in a more cruel way to avenge his humiliation.

He wanted Tang to be struggling in endless pain, to feel the taste of life worse than death, to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy as he had done at the beginning, only in this way could the anger and shame in his heart be calmed.

"Good!" The old man with the goatee agreed, and as soon as he moved, he came to Tang Zheng, raised his hand and punched out suddenly, like thunder, full of momentum.

However, at the moment when he was about to touch Tang Zheng, a palm appeared in front of him like a ghost. A crisp slap rang out and pumped directly on his cheek.

This sudden force caused the old man with the goatee to stagger, and he almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"You ......" The goatee old man was stunned, he originally thought that with his own cultivation, he could knock the kid in front of him to the ground with one palm, but he didn't expect that he didn't hit the other party, but was slapped one by one.

"Senior brother, I said a long time ago that this kid's martial arts cultivation is very high."

Wei Tianliang stepped forward to help the old man with a goatee, but he waved his hand and refused, "Boy, I can't see that you are young, and your cultivation is not low, but no matter what you cultivate today, you will die here today." ”

The goatee-bearded old man waved his hand, and more than a dozen people drew out their long swords, and the tips of more than a dozen swords were pointed at Tang Zheng.

These dozen or so people are all masters of the White Mountain Sect, and the lowest cultivation is also in the realm.

Tang Zheng glanced at the goatee, among these people, his cultivation was the highest, and he was in the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm, not far from breaking through the Heaven Realm. The reason why I was able to slap the other party just now was completely caused by the other party's carelessness.

The so-called thief captures the king first, and the same is true for fighting. In a scuffle, if you can find the most powerful character and subdue him first, the rest of the minions will naturally fall to the wind, and it will be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

The logic of this is not difficult to understand, just like the lion king in the beast herd, once the lion king falls, the rest of the beasts will scatter and flee, losing their backbone. So, when fighting, go all out to break the strongest, and the rest will not be a problem.

Tang Zheng didn't wait for these people to make a move, and with a knife in his hand, he headed towards the old man with a goatee.

Goatee saw that Tang was running towards him, and the sword in his hand went straight to him.

The palm of the hand is chopped in, as heavy as Mount Tai, and the momentum is amazing.

In the eyes of everyone, the old man with the goatee kept retreating with his sword in his hand.

Although the old man with the goatee kept retreating, he retreated cleanly and steadily, and the sword in his hand could kill the opponent at any time.

It's just that such a strong goatee old man still has no way to avoid one of Tang Zheng's hands.

Tang Zheng always clinged to the old man with a goatee, suppressing his counterattack, suppressing the knife in his hand, and even mentally suppressing the other party......

"Senior brother, I'm here." A short old man, waving the sword in his hand, rushed forward.

At the same time, other Baishan disciples also rushed up.

At the same time, Tang Zheng advanced again and again, and the old man with the goatee could only retreat again and again.

Tang Zheng slammed his strength, and with a bang, the sword in the goatee old man's hand was directly broken into two.

The old man's body with a goatee also flew out heavily, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, spraying in the air, and the blood instantly stained his clothes red.

"Uncle!" Wei Zhimu shouted and reached out to catch the old man with a goatee.

The old man with the goatee was the existence of the Baishan Sect second only to his father Wei Tianming, but he didn't expect to be defeated by Tang Zheng like this.

At this moment, Tang Zheng was already fighting with the rest of the Baishan Sect disciples, Tang Zheng was fast and fierce, and more than a dozen Baishan Sect disciples soon had the strength to parry, and they had no strength to fight back.

"Bang!"

A disciple of the White Mountain Sect was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

Immediately afterwards, something flew out and hit the glass of the off-road vehicle hard, and the glass of the window was directly shattered.

After more than ten minutes of hard work, more than a dozen disciples of the White Mountain Sect were lying on the ground in embarrassment, and they no longer had the arrogance they had before.