Ding Jie saw that the other party had not attacked for a long time, and was feeling puzzled, so he followed the other party's gaze and looked behind him.

Immediately after, his head buzzed. If it weren't for the fact that there was only a little sanity left, maybe he would have gone down and fought hard with Han Tu.

Bastard! I don't want this guy!

Ding Jie thought viciously, no, I want to get her and train her to be a woman with red lips!

Zhang Bufan was disgusted by the obscene laughter on the other side, and he didn't know what the other side was thinking. But now that we've reported to each other, it's time to do it!

Because the two of them were already preparing to attack, they stopped in place after being attracted by Han Tu. The distance between the two was surprisingly close, only a few steps away.

He stepped out in one step, greatly changed the appearance of a weak scholar, and pushed his hands towards the other party's chest.

As his hands pushed, there were several clanging sounds. Ding Jie came back to his senses and was about to fight back.

Since that dirt bun won so beautifully, then I want to win it too!

Thinking like this, Ding Jie wanted to take half a step back and defuse the opponent's first wave of offensive. But after thinking of Han Tu, he stopped the urge to retreat, and instead hammered his hands to the joints of the opponent's arms from top to bottom.

Zhang Bufan was still annoyed that he made a sound, if his unique weapon had no sound, it would not be so easy to attract the attention of the other party, so he would be dodged by the other party.

But Ding Jie didn't mean to dodge at all, but hit his arm, and for a while, Zhang Bufan was about to laugh.

Ding Jie faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, and the next moment, his hands were more intimate with the other party's arms.

I only heard a snort, and those who didn't know thought that someone was killing pigs.

Just when Ding Jie was successful, he was stunned by the sudden pain and couldn't help howling.

Han Tu was a little puzzled, could it be that he had also cultivated what kind of body refining secret technique?

Zhang Bufan didn't give the other party a chance to react, took a step forward, and punched a few more punches.

The distance was too close, Ding Jie didn't have time to dodge, and in a panic, he could only resist with both hands. But before he could resist it, he screamed again, looking extremely painful.

Ding Jie is not an ordinary person, he endured the pain and threw a punch hard. In the palm of his hand with Zhang Bufan, he forced the latter to retreat half a step. Then he pulled out the soft sword from his waist and stabbed it towards the opponent's eyes.

Han Tu secretly said that the use rate of this soft sword was much higher than he imagined, although it was not enough for everyone to have one, but there were still ten **.

He couldn't help but wonder if he should also get a handful. In this way, without using black qi, with his own skills, plus the assistance of a soft sword. Even if you encounter the top master among mortals, you can have the strength to fight.

The soft sword that stabbed at Zhang Bufan was blocked by him with his arms, and then wound it, and with a slight twist, the soft sword was divided into several sections.

I am familiar with this paragraph, Han Tu couldn't help but think that when he faced the beard, when Yu Hao used the soft sword to attack, it was exactly the same.

When Zhang Bufan broke the soft sword, his sleeves were also cut a few times.

To be honest, he still likes this dress quite a lot, otherwise he wouldn't wear it every day. But right now, this broken cuff really affects his image and strength.

Anyway, this dress will never be worn again, so he pulled it hard and removed the sleeves, revealing several silver rings on his arms.

It wasn't until this time that Han Tu understood what kind of body refining secret technique this was, it was clearly an iron fist.

This little Zhang family is really wealthy, and they can even get this long-lost martial arts.

Subsequently, Han Tu's brows furrowed slightly, there must be a reason for the disappearance of the Iron Fist. If the other party uses it so blatantly, isn't he afraid that the enemy of the Wire Fist, or the force that caused the disappearance of the Iron Fist, will come to the door?

Or, the disappearance of Iron Fist is inextricably linked to Xiao Zhang's family?

At the seat of the Dazhang family, the forty-year-old man hidden in the dark muttered: "What nonsense, aren't you afraid that someone will come to the door for such a use?"

"Bastard, go and let Xiao Ye come back, this little Zhang family, there is no need to exist......"

As soon as the words fell, a person behind the man slowly retreated into the darkness and disappeared.

Zhang Bufan naturally didn't know about this episode, for him now, defeating the person in front of him is the most important thing.

He crossed his hands, spun in a circle, and between the frictions, bursts of sparks.

Ding Jie also put away his contempt, he understood that the person in front of him was not as arrogant and domineering as he imagined.

For a moment, the arena was quiet, and the breeze was blowing, stirring the hair of the two. But neither side has the intention of making a move.

This game was far less exciting than the one in Han Tu, and the audience who were raised with their mouths immediately booed when they saw the two standing still.

"Shh~~ Still can't fight?"

"What's that guy's name? Seems to be ...... Oh yes, Han Tu, Han Tu, we're going to see Han Tu!"

"Han Tu!"

"Han Tu!"

Han Tu, who was sitting in the Chen family's seat, was very surprised, he didn't expect that he would leave such a deep impression in the hearts of the audience.

Who is Han Tu in the audience's mouth, the two people on the field naturally understand, almost at the same time, the two of them looked at Han Tu viciously at the same time.

Knocking on that Han Tu again, he played hard, he didn't care what the consequences would be, he took Chen Xiaoxiao's hand and waved it in the air, looking at the two people on the field as if demonstrating.

Ding Jie retracted his gaze, he understood that it would be useless to continue to stare at Han Tu, and it would make him even more angry, so it was better to concentrate on the game.

Zhang Bufan seemed to have the same idea, he took a deep breath and said, "Chen Xiaoxiao is mine." ”

Ding Jie was stunned, he didn't know that the other party liked Chen Xiaoxiao. Immediately, he laughed evilly, but did not make a sound, except that his lips squirmed a few times.

It seems that it clearly means that Chen Xiaoxiao is going to be bad.

At this moment, Zhang Bufan couldn't help but glare at him angrily, and even Han Tu's gaze became extremely cold.

If it weren't for the stipulation that immortal cultivators can't interfere in worldly affairs, the latter would have been killed by him a long time ago.

Wait, I seem to have fallen into a blind spot, and when I helped Chen Xiaoxiao, I could be regarded as interfering in worldly things, but I didn't use black qi, but as a mortal.

Does that mean that as long as he is a mortal, even if he kills a few people, he will be rewarded by the government at most, and will not attract the attention of other immortal cultivators?

If that's the case, it's fun.

Thinking of this, Han Tu sneered a few times, no matter what the result is, this Ding Jie is dead......

Zhang Bufan was still young in the end, and he was furious for a while, and he didn't care about it, so he rushed towards his opponent.

Han Tu smiled bitterly, he really didn't want Zhang Bufan to be hurt. After all, in terms of first impressions, this person gave him a much better impression than Na Ding Jie. Please keep in mind: Lily, website mobile version computer version, lily free fastest update no anti-theft, no anti-theft, error chapter Ask for a book Looking for a book, please add the lily book friend group QQ group number 548944127