Tong Hu, this cunning bastard!

Shui Linglong immediately realized that Tong Hu thought it would be more laborious to defeat Ling Shaofeng in a state of complete defense, so he chose the strategy of waiting for him to attack. After all, if Ling Shaofeng had kept the starting style of magnifying his moves, he would have consumed a lot of true qi, and he wouldn't be able to last long. Tong Hu had already seen that his move could only be a close-range attack?

At the same time, Tong Hu also looked at Shui Linglong, and coldly burst out a fierce light from his eyes, and glared.

Do you think that Lao Tzu can't see that you are giving Ling Shaofeng a move? With Ling Shaofeng's sudden change in behavior that was so excited that it seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, as well as his subtle breathing and gaze, everything could not escape the perception of the Netherworld. Keen to grasp the changes in the opponent's qi and blood, this is the foundation of the Netherworld.

Ling Shaofeng suddenly shouted hysterically: "No! I can still fight! Tong Hu, I won't lose to you!"

A group of female disciples of Longyu Hall suddenly looked at Ling Shaofeng with different eyes, they used to think that he was a man, but now they feel quite tough.

Shui Linglong's face twitched, and she resisted the manic impulse in her heart that was already frantically waving the soles of her shoes to smoke Ling Shaofeng, and asked herself not to shout: "** Just cultivate yourself to find death! Turn around, Long Yutang lost face and said that it was because of the old lady's support! Isn't this a fucking failure for the old lady? You idiot carried it down for the old lady yourself, what kind of hero and hero are you pretending to be a hero in front of the old lady, you won't die if you lose, you shout a fart, your face is crooked like a ghost, you know the way yourself, you don't know the way, it's really fucking disgusting!"

In the next second, Shui Linglong's face exuded a soft brilliance, pure beauty was like a ray of morning light on the morning dew, and he transmitted a soft and pleasant voice to Ling Shaofeng: "Shaofeng, don't be obsessed with a victory or defeat." As fellow disciples, we still have to cultivate together for thousands of years and experience endless tribulations, so what is this bit of failure?"

Ling Shaofeng's crazy look slowly disappeared from his face, he closed his eyes, his face was full of sweet smiles, and he lowered his fist.

"I lost. Tong Hu, I admit that you are better than me. ”

The people of Long Yutang were still moved by Ling Shaofeng's strength just now, and before they could do it for three seconds, Ling Shaofeng admitted defeat.

A group of female disciples were so angry that they almost vomited blood, and the men all stared at Ling Shaofeng, grass, are you sick?

Looking at the expressions of the group of female disciples of Longyu Hall, Shui Linglong smiled faintly, and her heart was very refreshed. It's so easy for the old lady to want to play with you, a bunch of ugly girls!

"What?" Tong Hu's voice and movements stunned everyone present, Tong Hu put his hands on his ears, "Shaofeng, what did you say?"

"I said ......"

Tong Hu flew up and kicked Ling Shaofeng with a smile on his face, fell from the sky and knelt on Ling Shaofeng's stomach, and then rode on Ling Shaofeng's body and slapped him left and right: "What are you talking about, senior brother? I can't hear it!

"I said......" Ling Shaofeng's face was twitched like a watermelon, where could he still speak.

Tong Hu said: "Senior brother, do you think that after the sneak attack on Lao Tzu, you will be fine if you say sorry?" "Open the bow left and right, open the bow left and right, "No, senior brother, it is useless to just admit defeat!

Fight to the end!

This is not to accept the surrender of one side, and can only be fought until the last moment, until one side loses consciousness, loses all ability to fight back, and is stopped by Elder Sun.

Under the challenge enterprising mechanism, low-ranked people can challenge high-ranked people with three choices, fair fight, blood fight, and life and death fight.

Few people choose a bloody fight or a life-and-death fight, unless they have their own hatred for death or want to crush each other.

The fight between life and death is not death in the true sense, although the Wuji Gate is the most cruel Shura Dao, it will not cause such a regrettable waste, and the soul of the deceased will be sealed and put away, waiting for the seizure or more special opportunity. Therefore, generally speaking, unless there is a life-and-death hatred, it will never approve a life-and-death fight for the disciples below the Yuan Infant.

Every loud slap on Ling Shaofeng's face was like a disciple of Long Yu Hall. Everyone gritted their teeth, thinking about what to do if they unfortunately met Tong Hu in a duel, anyway, admitting defeat is absolutely unwanted! Sneak attack, it seems that it is best not to bump into Tong Hu on the road? It is better to dodge, who knows when Lu Dao will be named to fight!

Tong Hu said viciously while pumping: "Don't resist too hard! When I was a fighting boy, I heard a legend that if you use your true qi to protect your face too hard, you may be pulled off with your whole face and flesh!"

Ling Shaofeng's true qi suddenly dispersed, and he let out two miserable howls with the slap.

A trace of fierce light burst out of Tong Hu's eyes, and he whispered viciously to Ling Shaofeng: "What Lao Tzu looks down on the most is that you still want a woman in a duel! I can't wake you up, I can't beat you to death! When I duel with Lao Tzu, I dare to think about a woman!"

Ling Shaofeng was like a chicken being pressed and whipped wildly by Tong Hu, and the good feeling about Shui Linglong gradually disappeared, replaced by fear, the fear of being slapped until the flesh of his face fell off. In the torture of tears, he even thought that the stinky girls who grass your mother, it is because of you that Lao Tzu suffers this kind of torture! By the way, it must be because Tong Hu has a crush on Shui Linglong, so he is so cruel to me!

There was silence in Long Yutang, only the sound of loud slapping and slapping.

I don't know when there are more and more people, silently mourning for Ling Shaofeng. Feng Qi didn't know why he was in the Dao, and his heart suddenly felt comfortable. Ha, it turns out that it's not Lao Tzu who is more stubborn, some are people, and it's the same if it is replaced by such an auspicious number as four, eight, eight, eight.

The people in Wanshengtang laughed and said, "Ouch, who said before that our people in Wanshengtang can't even beat a piece of waste?"

Luo Yun and An Qingming and several of their little disciples were also crowded in the crowd, secretly trembling, and swallowing saliva to stay calm. Although they were beaten badly in the few encounters with Tong Hu in the morning, compared to Feng Qi and Ling Shaofeng, it was much happier.

Finally, Elder Sun shouted, "Stop!"

With a wave of his cane, a golden light covered Ling Shaofeng and bounced Tong Hu away.

Tong Hu jumped backwards at that moment, this golden light cut off all his perception, and the netherworld qi that was scattered in the air in a state of blood mist that was imperceptible to the naked eye was also partially covered by the golden light, although it was only a few drops of blood, but it made Tong Hu feel very frightened, and even his hair stood on end.

The elder's cultivation is different, it's like looking up to Qiongtian, it's awe-inspiring.

Ling Shaofeng finally fell into a coma after receiving thousands of big slaps, tears flowed down his eyes, and his expression after fainting was still full of remorse.

Tong Hu whistled, and got up early every day in a good mood, oh hoo hoo...... What are you looking for?

Everywhere he passed, the crowd automatically separated, but some kind of very hostile aura came together, like an alliance of people who wanted to crush him to death!

A true qi hit Tong Hu and didn't let him pass, and his cultivation was much higher than Tong Hu. Many of the disciples present undoubtedly had a higher cultivation level than Tong Hu, and they couldn't help but want to teach Tong Hu a lesson. But first, this is Longyu Hall, the two Heavenly Venerables are sitting, and the other people's own territory is not talking, do you need to find a place? Second, Elder Sun looked, the rules are the rules.

Tong Hu stood still, squinted his eyes and looked in front of him, swept both sides again, and said in a loud voice: "Good dogs don't get in the way!

No one.

No one is stupid enough to stand up heroically because a Ling Shaofeng, who is ranked four hundred and eighty-eight, was slapped by Tong Hu, and is here to be a hero in front of the two heavens and Elder Sun. If you really stand up, which onion are you?

Shui Linglong was stunned by Tong Hu's rampantness.

Shui Linglong said in a deep voice: "Tong Hu, don't be too complacent!"

Many voices suddenly sounded together: "Yes, don't be too complacent!"

Tong Hu gouged out his ears: "There is an echo in Longyutang?"

Suddenly it became silent again.

Tong Hu said: "No one dares to stand up and roll your fucking salted duck eggs! When it's your turn, no one wants to run!"

The wall of true qi that stood in the way disappeared without a fight.

After all, this kind of phenomenon of being harassed when the loser leaves after a gladiatorial fight is a taboo in this sect. Wuji Jingtianmen, like all the most formal martial arts arenas, keeps a very strict eye on the situation after gladiatorial fights, and the most unbearable thing is the behavior of being harassed because of participating in public gladiatorial fights. Once caught, they will definitely be punished with capital punishment as an example.

The crowd parted to both sides with Tong Hu's footsteps, like a wave splitting. Tong Hu's arrogance is far more difficult to resist than his martial arts.