"Fugui, don't keep your hands, didn't this kid bully you a lot before, let me die today, when the sky falls, I will stand on top of the ancestor!"

Li Fugui's mind echoed with the domineering shouts of the ancestors, and he, who had always been forbearant and restrained, also had the urge to go crazy.

For half a month, Li Fugui has been polishing his cultivation, and he didn't know why he was almost a master of the one-star martial arts given by his ancestors!

"Wang Ziming, it's okay to fight, but this bet is too small, but this bet is too small, and winning or losing is not very interesting!"

"Fugui!" Li Hualong let out a low sigh, and then the ancestor's message came to his mind, and he was born.

Wang Ziming sneered, in his opinion, Li Fugui must have fallen into his own agitation method!

Although Wang Ziming relied on the ninth layer of Qi training that broke through the immortal grass, it was also a real ninth layer of Qi training, and from childhood to adulthood, his cultivation has been pressing Li Fugui.

Just a month ago, Li Fugui was only at the seventh level of Qi training!

"Okay, then what do you say to bet on!"

"Two thousand spirit stones!"

Li Fugui stretched out two fingers and continued.

"If you win, I will give you all the two test tokens, and if you lose, then pay us two thousand spirit stones!"

Li Fuyun was worried that his test token would also be lost by Fugui, so he immediately moved, but immediately retreated.

Wang Ziming looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, Li Fugui, Li Fugui, you are really beyond your own strength! If you want to please my Wang family, just give the token directly, why do you have to be beaten in vain!"

After Wang Ziming said this, he put on a posture and hooked his finger towards Li Fugui.

Li Fugui stared at him with a foolish expression.

"Sign and draw, I can't believe what your Wang family said!"

"You!"

"Okay! sign it, in black and white, and there is Uncle Hongyun as proof, how can your Li family deny it when you see it!"

Wang Ziming pressed down his handprint, although the Hongyun Dao people on the side felt strange, but they couldn't say what was wrong, the seventh layer of Qi training was against the ninth layer of Qi training, and that kid of the Li family definitely had no chance of winning.

But how come none of the elders of their family jumped out and refused?

Did they really intend to hand over the test tokens?

Hongyun Dao people hesitated, and the two gambled on the verge of breaking out!

"Li Fugui, I won't stay any longer today, I will abolish you in front of the elders in your family!"

Wang Ziming has already held back his anger, and plans to vent it on Li Fugui's body.

"Hehe, that's exactly what I want to say to you!" Li Fugui smiled lightly.

Today I'll let you see what absolute crushing is!"

Wang Ziming burst into a shout, stepped out, and rushed towards Li Fugui!

The latitude of his arms skyrocketed, layers of muscles and flesh appeared, and a powerful punch smashed into Li Fugui.

"One-star martial arts, King Kong Fist!"

Li Fuyun secretly said that Wang Ziming, this guy, had actually practiced King Kong Fist to such a level!

He has also dealt with Wang Ziming, and he has always known his catties, but he never thought that this Wang Ziming's strength would improve by leaps and bounds!

Seeing Li Fugui standing still in place, only thinking that the other party was stupid by his own burst of strength, Wang Ziming had a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, he had already imagined what kind of miserable shape Li Fugui should be when he hit Li Fugui with a punch!

Bang~

A punch actually landed in the void!

Afterimage!

Wang Ziming was so frightened that he hurriedly turned around, saw Li Fugui's figure clearly, and used his strength again, and punched out!

It's still an afterimage!

After coming down several times in a row, Wang Ziming was already tired and panting, but in the end, he didn't even touch Li Fugui's hair.

This, how is this possible!

He has only cultivated the seventh layer of qi, how can he be faster than me!

No!

Wang Ziming's two eyes were round, and his eyeballs were full of bloodshots!

Li Fugui him, he is also the ninth layer of Qi cultivation?

No way, this is absolutely impossible!

From childhood to adulthood, regardless of strength and cultivation, Wang Ziming is a stable pressure on Li Fugui!

Cultivators with different attributes are usually weak in the early stage, because it is difficult to find martial arts and exercises that suit them, so in the past, even in the same rank, Li Fugui was the one who was in the lower class, so his personality was weak.

Li Fugui teased Wang Ziming like a cat and mouse, he was already a wind spirit root monk, and with the first-star martial arts wind spirit technique, it was simply like a fish in water, and his speed could even compete with the foundation building master!

Hongyun Dao people can see that Wang Ziming's mentality has exploded, and if he continues to fight, he will definitely lose!

Hongyun Daoist arched his hand towards Li Hualong.

"Hehe, Hualong Daoyou, I see that the strength of the two juniors is equal, and if they continue to fight, I am afraid that they will lose both, why don't we each take a step back, how about it be counted as a draw?"

Li Hualong picked up the tea cup, although the tea was cold, he still blew unhurriedly.

"No, Uncle Hongyun Clan, you don't have to panic, this kid must have used some secret method, and after a while, his secret method has been broken, and he will only ......"

Bang~

Halfway through the prince's words, a huge shoe print hung on his cheek, and his body flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground!

Then, Li Fugui's body floated, and his feet stepped on Wang Ziming's body like a storm!

The bullying I once suffered, I returned it all at once!

After a while, Wang Ziming's whole body was already swollen, and he obviously had no ability to continue fighting.

"Brother Ziming, I agreed!"

Li Fugui looked at Wang Ziming, who was trampled into a pig's head by himself, and felt a great refreshment in his heart!

Li Hualong put down the teacup at this time, the smile on his face was a little uncontrollable, and the layers of folds seemed to be able to trap a fly.

"Hehe, Lord Zhenfu Division, can you see the victory or defeat in earnest?"

Hongyun Daoren's face darkened, and he exhaled heavily.

"Hmph, the foolish nephew is not good at learning, and he will be embarrassed again, farewell!"

Hongyun Dao people brushed their sleeves up, picked up Wang Ziming, who was beaten in an inhuman shape, and was about to leave.

"Eh, my lord, slow down, this bet is about two copies, you can take this back, let Wang Yiming's old boy see it!"

Li Hualong pinched a gambling contract and projected it out with an aura package, and the Hongyun Dao people pinched the gambling contract in their hands, and their teeth creaked!

Although it wasn't him who paid for the spirit stone, the evil qi in his chest was really hard to swallow!

Looking at the distant backs of Hongyun Dao people, Li Hualong waved his hand with some "reluctance", and shouted according to others.

"By the way, Lord Zhenfu Si, don't forget to remind Wang Yiming, and you have to compensate my Fugui grandson for the spiritual loss!

The Hongyun Dao people who walked outside the mountain gate heard such a shout and almost fell to the ground!

How can it be reasonable to beat my nephew like this, and have the face to ask for mental loss!