"Come again", Wang Li gritted his teeth and threw a whip leg at Zhou Ling's forehead. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a "bang" sound, Zhou Ling stretched out his arm and blocked it lightly, of course, his feet did not move.

"It's too weak and too weak, I've already reduced my strength to seventy, and you can't put pressure on me, it's really boring", Zhou Ling sneered triumphantly.

Since he was humiliated under Jingtai Peak, he has not had a comfortable day, and that scene of experience is like a fish in his throat, which makes him unforgettable, and today, he is finally happy.

"Hey......", Wang Li's face was ugly, he sighed, and slapped his palm lightly, as if he had given up.

"Hahaha", Zhou Ling looked up to the sky and laughed, pouring his true qi into his high chest, and he wanted to resist, "I want you to lose convincingly."

Wang Li sneered again and again, and just as his palm was about to slap his chest, it suddenly turned into a pale gold color, and accelerated away violently, and for a while, the palm wind rumbled and roared.

Then Zhou Ling, under the witness of everyone, changed from laughter to surprise, and then to horror, and finally his feet left the ground and flew far away.

All the movements and expressions were like slow motion for everyone to see clearly, and the onlookers who were originally cheering loudly had big mouths, their heads followed their eyes, and their eyes followed Zhou Ling, moving slowly.

In the end, Zhou Ling fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up billowing smoke and dust, and everyone shuddered.

Wang Li clapped his hands and said softly, "I don't need you to be convinced, as long as you lose."

"Knock ......", the sound of swallowing saliva comes and goes, this Wang Li is too capable of pretending!

"Touching the Golden Hand ......" The elder of the ring narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart was filled with shocking waves, a spell that had not been seen for hundreds of years, and he was able to see it today, not that he was strong in touching the golden hand, but this kind of spell with hellish difficulty in cultivation was too rare.

"Poof", Zhou Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, and struggled for a long time and couldn't get up.

"Yo Yo Yo, Senior Brother Zhou, why did you vomit blood? Are you injured? Why is it only this level, I haven't used all my strength", Wang Li said Zhou Ling's words with a smile as they were.

"You...... You ......", Zhou Ling spat blood from his mouth, and pointed at Wang Li speechless.

"Okay, okay, I am willing to lose the bet, bring the flying sword", Wang Li turned his head to the elder of the ring and said with a smile, "Elder, do you say yes, you have to obey the rules of life."

The elder of the ring smiled bitterly and shook his head, this kid had been digging a pit for Zhou Ling from the beginning, and even he had been deceived by him, so he had to clear his throat and say loudly, "In this battle, Wang Lisheng ", with a wave of his hand, the sword behind Zhou Ling slowly floated out.

Zhou Ling was unwilling, grabbed his "Lingshuang Sword" and refused to let go.

"En?", seeing that someone dared to challenge his authority, the elder of the ring snorted coldly, and the long sword behind his back suddenly burst out, flashing with dazzling white light, and under the sword qi, it left a sword mark on the martial arts platform.

"Zhou Ling, those who dare to challenge the rules of the ring, assigned to be a mine slave in the back mountain, you still have one last chance, I hope you don't make mistakes!", the elder of the ring was full of murderous anger, pointed at the former, and roared.

Looking at the sudden style on the stage, the brains of the melon-eating masses in the audience were short-circuited, just now Zhou Ling was in high spirits, and directly became Wang Li triumphant, and everyone has not yet adapted to it, and it has become an elder in the ring, and the killing machine is everywhere, what is the situation?

Zhou Ling's face changed for a while, it was true that his cousin was a true disciple, but the elders were all foundation building monks, and in front of them, his cousin's cultivation was not even a fart.

With a sigh, he reluctantly let go of his hand, watching his precious flying sword slowly fly towards the ring elder.

Looking at Wang Li who was looking around on the side, Zhou Ling looked resentful, you wait, I vow to crush your bones and scatter ashes, so that you will never recover.

The elder of the ring took the Lingshuang sword, stretched out his hand and waved it, only to hear the mournful roar of the sword, and the essence blood belonging to Zhou Ling was gradually forced out, and finally dissipated between heaven and earth, and this sword has now become an ownerless thing.

Feeling that his connection with the sword had completely disappeared, Zhou Ling was furious, spit out several mouthfuls of blood, passed out, and was hurriedly carried away.

The elder of the ring walked up to Wang Li with a smile and handed out the sword, "Good boy, this hand pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger very slippery, and even I have been deceived."

"Elder Miao praised", Wang Li smiled, threw the sword into his storage bag, and said, "I know very well how many catties and taels I have, he can only have this result if he stands in place and is beaten, if he does it with a real knife and a real gun, I can't make ten moves under him."

"Well, it's good that you can recognize the reality, keep working hard, I also want to see what Dacheng's golden hand looks like, I heard that this exercise is still left by the Vientiane Ancestor himself, but it's a pity that the 'Vientiane Creation Hand' has disappeared without a trace, if this skill is still there, my Vientiane Sect will definitely go to the next level", the elder of the ring sighed, and his feet were stunned, and he drifted away with the breeze.

Wang Lishi sent it off with a salute, and he was full of envy in his heart, Monk Zhuji, the powerful momentum that the elder broke out just now made him unable to resist at all, this is a difference in the realm, and it cannot be made up overnight.

"Boss, we're rich, hahaha", Chubby stood in the middle of a bunch of dejected disciples, smiling happily.

"Let's go", Wang Li jumped off the stage and walked back shoulder to shoulder with Xiaopang.

"How much did you earn this time?"

"There are more than 20,000 of them", the chubby eyes were all smiling, narrowing into a pair of curved crescents.

"That's okay", Wang Li nodded, quite satisfied with the harvest this time.

At the top of Jingtai Peak, a middle-aged monk in a black robe and a young woman were watching the two from a distance.

"You're talking about him," the black-robed monk chuckled.

"Well, it's his ......", the young woman Yu held her forehead with her hand, feeling a little headache, looking at her face, it was Senior Sister Xu Qingxu.

"It's a bit stubborn," said the black-robed monk, looking back at the friar, with some amusement.

"Hey, I will educate him well", Xu Qing felt that this matter was too troublesome, and it was difficult to make Wang Li honest and obedient.

"No, his way, let him go by himself", the black-robed monk ignored Xu Qing's puzzled eyes, and said slowly, "There is no example of cultivation, everyone has their own way, we have to follow our own way, we are all people who cross the river by feeling the stones, you are not sure if your path is right, why force others to listen to you?"

"This .......", Xu Qing groaned and fell into deep thought, yes, he didn't know what he would become in the future, why should he force Wang Li to keep up with himself?

"Let him go, there is a child's heart under the appearance of this son's laughter and scolding. The person who can insist on cultivating to touch the golden hand does not need us to point fingers, his Tao is much purer than ours", the black-robed monk laughed, turned around and returned to the main hall, while Xu Qing respectfully followed.

The only person who can make Xu Qing respect so much is her master, the peak master of Jingtai Peak, Jiang Shuihan!