Zhang Lei retreated from the screen with some annoyance, put down the broken pastry in his hand, and then slapped the table and stood up and walked out, intending to see which unlucky guy dared to disturb your Uncle Zhang Lei during meal time.

Before Zhang Lei could ask, a loud shout came from behind the screen: "Yu Laosan, don't go too far, my repeated forbearance is not because of you." This was followed by the sound of ping-pong fights, with the occasional sound of wood pieces being shattered.

Zhang Lei bypassed the screen and saw a middle-aged man wearing a white inner disciple robe, with a pair of silver shiny fist gloves on his hands, and his figure looked like Zhang Lei's original Mr. Bodybuilder. He was fighting with a fat man who was also wearing the robes of an inner disciple, with a huge fat body and a head like a ball.

The fat man used the standard equipment of the sect to use a sword and a shield, and the shield was suspended in the air and kept moving, and the long sword sometimes flew out to stab, and sometimes held it in his hand and slashed. The fit middle-aged man's hands with fist gloves, like a fan, easily slapped the flying sword flying over, and then punched the shield like a battering ram.

There was another muffled "bang", and the surrounding objects collectively flew backwards. It seems that it was because of this that the screen on Zhang Lei's side fell. The shield obviously couldn't completely block the power of that punch, and the retreating shield took the fat man back three or four meters suddenly, crashing into several screens and tables along the way, like chickens flying and dogs jumping.

The fat man pulled out an inner disciple who was about to find him to theorize with one hand, then took out a crimson flying sword and shouted at the middle-aged man: "Nangong bandit, today Lao Tzu will let you see how powerful Lao Tzu is." ”

Looking at the ugly appearance of the fat man, Zhang Lei had the urge to throw two energy beams at him, this vulgar scene was originally intended to only appear in third-rate film and television dramas, but he didn't think that this reality could also meet this kind of superb goods.

Zhang Lei pushed back slightly, and then secretly mobilized a few beams of energy to start oscillating, which is indispensable for guarding against people, and it is still necessary to be prepared. Seeing Zhang Lei retreating, the beautiful woman took a few steps forward slightly to block in front of Zhang Lei, and then Jiang Yiming immediately stepped forward a few steps to stand in front of the beautiful woman. Touching his chin, Zhang Lei looked at the two people blocking in front of him a little speechlessly, it was rare to meet the two of them with good character.

The red flying sword in the hand of the fat man in front of him slowly shone bright, and it seemed to be slowly filling with energy. The middle-aged man clenched his fists as if he were facing a great enemy, squatted on the horse, and put on a strange posture with his fists one after the other, quietly waiting for the fat man to make a big move.

Okay, this guy is also stupid, how can PK quietly wait for someone to make a big move, hurry up and interrupt the skill. Zhang Lei looked at the scene a little speechlessly, and couldn't help complaining.

After waiting for about thirty seconds, the preparation time for this ultimate move is really long enough, and the crimson flying sword slowly burned with a crimson flame of about thirty centimeters. Then the flaming flying sword turned into a rainbow light, stabbing like the middle-aged man quickly. The middle-aged man was not in a hurry, the silver fist glove in his hand lit up with a slight light, and a silver light net appeared in front of the flying sword, blocking the flying sword that was flying rapidly, but under the burning of the red flame, the silver light net began to slowly fade.

The middle-aged man took a step forward, took a strange pose, raised the glove that emitted the silver light, and slammed the blow into the middle of the crimson flying sword. With a crisp sound, the red flame on the flying sword and the silver light on the fist glove collided together, and after staying for about half a second, the red flying sword suddenly dimmed, and then fell to the ground with a "snap".

The fat man opened his eyes and mouth wide, and said to the middle-aged man with a little stammer: "You, you really dare to be our enemy, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to get along in this Guiyuan Sect in the future?"

"Waste is waste, a good high-level magic weapon-level flying sword, let you use it like this, it's a pity. Go back and complain to your master, and remember to call your master next time. The middle-aged man said, kicking the flying sword on the ground with some pity, and then kicked the flying sword slightly hard in front of the fat man.

Can this PK explosive equipment be returned, it's a waste, if you don't want it, you can give it to me, Zhang Lei looked at the red flying sword with some red eyes, and returned to the fat man's hand again.

The fat man blushed, leaned over to pick up the crimson flying sword, and then shouted at the middle-aged man: "Just your three-legged cat kung fu, and you still use Young Master Wu to shoot, I am not in a good state today, and I will definitely come to you next time to save face." ”

The middle-aged man glanced at the fat man in disgust, and said to him contemptuously: "Hehe, if that guy in Wu Jueshan didn't rely on his family identity, I could easily clean him up with one hand." Don't brag, get out of here now. ”

"Hehe, I want to see with my own eyes that anyone can clean me up with one hand. As soon as the middle-aged man's words fell, a strange voice came from the staircase.

Immediately afterwards, a young man who was also wearing a white robe, with a face like white jade, a cold expression, a comb in a bun, and a sassy face with four followers in the costumes of the inner disciples, came over.

"Hey, isn't this the unlucky guy I tied up last time, why is he here?" Zhang Lei looked at the unlucky guy who looked like a with some surprise, and swaggered over to this side. However, Zhang Lei's body reaction speed was obviously much faster than his own thinking reaction, and after seeing the unlucky guy's face, five slightly shiny circles of light flew out of Zhang Lei's hand, and quickly hit the unlucky guy and the four followers behind him.

Then another circle of light flew out and slammed into the fat man with a bewildered face. "Papapa" The few people fell down straight and straight, and the few people around Zhang Lei were frightened by something, and left quickly, leaving the beautiful woman with her mouth slightly open and looking at Zhang Lei with a shocked face.

Zhang Lei ignored the stunned crowd, rushed to the giant fat man, kicked the fat man lying on his stomach over, and then roughly snatched the flying sword in his hand, and then took the storage bag on his waist. After looking through and seeing that nothing was missing, he turned around and ran to the unlucky guy surnamed Wu, took the storage belt of the five guys, looked through it again, and then kicked the unlucky guy in the face.

Zhang Lei took a slight breath, turned to look at the beautiful girl who was covering her mouth and was stunned, and said, "It's okay, it's all settled, this guy just owes a beating, this is the second time he has beaten him." So saying, he walked over to the table, shoved the remaining pastries into his mouth, and drank another cup of tea. Turning to the staircase, holding a huge wooden plate, the waiter who was somehow good beckoned, beckoned, "Come here, why are you staying there?"

The waiter looked like he had just remembered, hurriedly bypassed a few unlucky people who were staggering, and held the large wooden plate directly in front of Zhang Lei. Zhang Lei looked at the various kinds of meat on the plate, waved his hand to put these things into a storage bag, and then turned to the waiter and said, "How many spars are these?"

Looking at Zhang Lei's packing, the waiter was obviously stunned for a moment, and then stammered: "Ah, oh, you can give forty spars." ”

"To you, it's your tip. Zhang Lei casually threw out a small pile of low-grade spars, and then said to Jiang Yiming: "Senior Brother Jiang Yiming, I won't go to this task, let's cooperate next time, I'll go first." Without waiting for him to respond, a white mist suddenly emerged around Zhang Lei's body, quickly enveloping Zhang Lei and rushing towards the sky.

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