Zheng Jianing was taken aback, dizzy in a blink of an eye, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

Even if he came back to his senses, his limbs were sore, his dantian was imprisoned, and he couldn't use his mana.

He said groggyly: "What did you use for this son?" ”

Zhao Fushuang was not in a hurry: "It's just some ecstasy." ”

"Has the Ecstasy imprisoned the dantian mana of this son?"

Zhao Fu smiled: "Maybe you have a special physique, and this ecstasy makes you lose your cultivation?" ”

Zheng Jianing: "Less, Lao Tzu's physique is very normal." ”

"Oh." Zhao Fu's double tone was very long, "Then I don't know." ”

A strong man beside Zheng Jianing said: "Smelling the smell, it's really just ecstasy." ”

Another strong man shook his head, "It's ecstasy, but it's not like it, this woman is rumored to be very good at poison, and the only one is insidious and cunning, she can't believe all her words, and please think twice." ”

Zheng Jianing shook his sleeves and raised his hands to kill, and wanted to pinch Zhao Fushuang to death with his teeth and claws, but remembered that Zhao Fushuang was good at poison, so he shrank back.

He angrily pointed to the strong man he brought: "I am dead today, and I want to take revenge, you can beat her for me, just take a breath." ”

Hearing this, the strong man who pinched Zhao Fushuang like a chicken threw Zhao Fushuang to the ground, and he was about to release his mana.

The strong man's hand was extremely strong, and as soon as he landed, Zhao Fushuang was smashed to pieces, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

She vomited blood with difficulty, curled up and did not beg for mercy.

Anyway, you provoke people first, just beat it, it's not that you haven't been beaten, as long as you don't die.

Zhao Fushuang spat out five people with this mouthful of blood, and a strong man who was about to make a move forcibly withdrew the mana in his palm, "Mortal? ”

Another strong man leaned over to look at the blood she spit out, and nodded, "Looking at the concentration of aura in the blood, it is indeed a mortal." ”

Zheng Jianing was incredulous: "You didn't pretend to hide from me with this face?" ”

Zhao Fushuang lay on the ground and scolded: "Pretend to be your grandma." ”

Don't you take it for yourself?!

"You are obviously a saint, why did you lose all your cultivation?"

"If you want to lose, you will lose it, and I still need to explain it to you?"

Zheng Jianing also opened his eyes, "No, you're like this, what are you doing with me?" ”

It stands to reason that she shouldn't be kneeling and begging for mercy at this time?

Zhao Fushuang was lazy: "If you want to fight, you can fight, nonsense." ”

Zheng Jianing couldn't get up in one breath, and pointed at the tip of Zhao Fushuang's nose: "You don't speak if you lose your cultivation, do you know that if we find out later, you will die?" ”

Zhao Fu glanced at him, "I have a magic weapon for self-defense, you idiot!" ”

It's all like this, and you dare to speak wildly?!

Zheng Jianing waved his hand with a cold face, "Don't use mana, give me a beating." ”

The four saints looked confused, they had been practicing for many years, and now they were asked to fight with a woman with their fists and feet?

This is too shameful.

However, they still can't disobey the orders of the prince.

When the dense fists like raindrops fell on his body, Zhao Fushuang just covered his face.

It hurts, but it's not fatal.

Zhao Fushuang's angry scolding came from the "bang" blow: "I'm covering my face, why do you still greet my face?" ”

A strong person replied: "I'm sorry, I missed." ”

After a while, Zhao Fushuang scolded again: ", still slap your face? It's really poisonous to slap the old lady in the face again! ”

"I'm sorry, it's been a long time since I've hit someone with my fists, and it's hard to control the proportions!"

Zheng Jianing's face turned green: "......"

What the hell is this conversation, the beaten person doesn't look like he's been beaten, and the person who beats someone should deal with him!

Zheng Jianing rubbed his eyebrows fiercely, "Okay." ”

The crowd stopped, and then it seemed that a revolutionary friendship was formed.

"Can you get up?" There are even strong people who want to help Zhao Fushuang.

Zhao Fushuang waved his hand: "No, I'll lie down for a while." ”

Zheng Jianing was angry, "Tell you to beat people, you perfunctory master together, right?" ”

Everyone looked at each other, "How dare we perfunctory you, it's just that our Hou Mansion has rules, we can't kill mortals, we can't break the rules." ”

Besides, this woman is notoriously difficult to hold grudges, and she is full of strange poison, and she is worried when she sees ghosts.

Today, she is also honest, and if she obediently lets the prince take such a breath, there is no need for the Hou Mansion to provoke this crazy woman.

", my father is dead and not my lord, you are perfunctory in this world now, and you will have your good fruit to eat in the future."

Everyone is innocent: "...... "Isn't your father still dead?"

Zheng Jianing turned to Zhao Fushuang, who was standing on the ground: "I'll ask you, why can't you get along with Lao Tzu?" Lao Tzu didn't know you in the past, you beat me up for some reason! ”

"That's it, why the hell did you strip Lao Tzu naked and throw him into the Goolan Courtyard, our Hou Mansion rules are not allowed to enter and leave the land of fireworks, do you know that Lao Tzu was almost killed by my father."

Zhao Fushuang wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and said with a low voice: "I know." ”

Otherwise, how can I strip you of the place where you threw fireworks?

Zheng Jianing couldn't get up in one breath: "Call this son again." ”

A few strong people, you look at me, I look at you, no one does it.

This means that there is more air intake and less air out, and if you fight again, you will die.

Zhao Fushuang lay down and stood up: "It was Yun Xuchuan who sent me to beat you." ”

Zheng Jianing: "...... Are you stupid for me? ”

"I have some enmity with Yun Xuchuan, you are good friends with him, who will I fight if I don't beat you?"

Nima!

"I have a grudge against the third prince, and you are going to beat me? Do you have a hole in your brain? ”

"Who knows, it might be idle that day." Zhao Fushuang added, "As far as your half-baked cultivation is concerned, put it aside now, you beg me to fight, I still waste time." ”

Exercise!

I'm begging you to hit me?

Why don't you go to heaven?!

Zheng Jianing pondered, "Could you be admiring Xuchuan?" I think how can Xuchuan fall in love with you, a tigress. ”

Zheng Jianing's eyes became brighter and brighter, and finally came to the conclusion: "You love but can't hate it, so you began to hate the people around him." ”

Zhao Fushuang turned his head to the other side.

Don't talk about the long and short with the fool.

This fight is enough, but it is not as vigorous as imagined, Zheng Jianing said boringly: "It's bad luck to meet you, give the antidote to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu doesn't want to see you again in the future." ”

Zhao Fushuang wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth again, "There is no antidote." ”

Zheng Jianing: "I won't kill you for the sake of you not doing anything wrong in the past, don't think that this son is really easy to provoke." ”

Zhao Fushuang, "I don't think that's what you think, I regret that I didn't slaughter you and throw you into the toilet at that time." ”

Zheng Jianing was furious: "...... Dead woman, if my father hadn't forbade me to kill mortals, you would have died eight hundred times! ”

"You'd better suppress your aunt and grandmother for the rest of your life." But when she took this breath, it was not clear who had killed whom.

"When I met your master, it was eight lifetimes of mold." Zheng Jianing didn't want to stay for a moment, "Where is Lao Tzu's antidote?" ”