Pei Yuanxin's face was very gloomy, gloomy as if a dark cloud was about to fall like a downpour, he stroked the robe on his body intentionally or unintentionally, stared at Zhou Tong with unkind eyes and said: "I was going to leave you half a life just now, hmph, since you made me ugly in front of so many people, then I will no longer be polite to you!"

Wu Yan used his tail finger to puff away a few strands of messy hair sticking to his face, and said unceremoniously: "You haven't been polite to Zhou Tong from beginning to end, what you say now is as smelly as a fart, if you want to beat, you will be beaten, what's the point of saying these scenes?"

Zhou Tong smiled and said solemnly: "Pei Yuanxin, I and you, as well as your senior brothers, have no deep hatred at all, your senior brother died in an accident, is it okay for you to be reasonable? Everyone is a disciple of the same Taoist temple, is it necessary to fight you to the death? Where did I provoke you? A man's husband should be broad-minded and informal, and it is inevitable that there will be no fists and feet in the ring, not to mention that I was always beaten by your senior brother at that time, and there was no counterattack at all!"

Wu Yan added expressionlessly: "It's your senior brother who can't afford to lose! If you have to forcibly overdraw your physical strength, he killed himself!" He was still a little puzzled, and just wanted to continue to say a few words, but Liu Wenyan secretly flicked his butt with his strength. (8 degrees bar mobile station wap.""

At this time, the onlookers gathered into a bunch of whispers and discussions, and all of them almost agreed with Zhou Tong and the others' statements, when they looked at these disciples under the seat of the Martial Origin Dao Chief, their eyes changed, and in the blink of an eye, these angry and hateful disciples were buttoned up with a hat of 'strong words and reasoning, nothing to do' in the eyes of all the onlookers.

Some of these disciples under the seat of the Martial Origin Dao Master realized that their side was a bit of a loss, and that competition was indeed a senior brother who had the advantage of time and place, but in the end, he still couldn't get the first place in the autumn competition, so he could only say that 'there is no time in life, don't force it'. However, because of the master who loves the short like Wu Shi Daochang, these disciples who originally had some conscience forcibly erased their poor conscience, they looked at the surrounding onlookers with their residual vision, and almost at the same time they thought of their own face, and the current situation was already on the verge of being sent out, if their side bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes, wouldn't they not be able to raise their heads in the Taoist temple in the future?

At this moment, a deep and magnetic voice said, "Tsk...... What a righteous and awe-inspiring reason! Hmph, now that you can say anything? Now that I have won the first place in the autumn competition, I would like to ask you for some advice to see if my junior brother is really inferior to others?"

I saw a gray-clothed man leaping up from a group of disciples under the seat of the Martial Origin Dao Master, and then walked in a chic manner suspended in the air, his walking posture carried a ruffian's wave smell, which was mixed with a kind of unruly taste, which was slightly similar to Wu Yan's temperament.

He stopped and deliberately glanced at Zhou Tong from the corner of his eye, as if he was looking and weighing.

All the disciples under the Martial Origin Dao Master sat down and bowed respectfully to him, and called out with admiration on their faces: "Hello Senior Brother Jiang Zilong!"

Zhou Tong whispered to Liu Wenyan with a slight puzzlement: "Isn't their senior brother the fat man?

Liu Wenyan replied with a solemn expression: "Whenever a disciple who is a senior brother comes out of the school, there will be a new junior brother who takes the place of senior brother, and this Jiang Zilong is the previous senior brother of the fat man. I've seen Jiang Zilong's performance in the autumn competition, don't just look at his current appearance, in fact, he is a very rigorous and careful person, when he makes moves, it seems to have been carefully calculated, each move just seals the opponent's moves and retreats, and his tricks are interlocking, running through the essence of the three words fast, accurate and ruthless, it is simply not to force the opponent into a dead end and not stop! I am afraid that he is the master of these mouths to deal with you. You have to be careful!"

After listening to Liu Wenyan's narration, Zhou Tong began to carefully observe Jiang Zilong from head to toe, and through the momentum exuded by the other party and this outfit, he can basically judge that the other party is not a bone to gnaw on.

Jiang Zilong shook his head from side to side, and after lazily moving his limbs, he said calmly: "In order to prevent others from saying that I am bullying the small, so be it! As long as you can not be beaten down by me within thirty moves, this matter will be regarded as a word written on the floating sand, and it will be erased! In the future, neither side can mention this matter again or provoke under the pretext of provocation." What do you think?"

As soon as Gao Tianwei, who was beaten unconscious by Zhou Tong, woke up, he happened to hear these words, and he shouted loudly: "You can't be so cheap and half-hanging!

"Hmph! Say that others are half-? Did you win? He is half-hanging, so what are you? Think about this question carefully!" Jiang Zilong reprimanded mercilessly.

Gao Tianwei's heart trembled slightly because of Jiang Zilong's cold snort, he reluctantly held back the anger in his stomach, the dead senior brother treated him like a brother, and Zhou Tong's half-hung son was unforgivable.

Suddenly, someone said in his ear: "Senior Brother Gao, don't worry! This kid Zhou Tong will definitely be beaten all over the ground by Senior Brother Jiang Zilong, just in case, I have prepared some good things for that half-hanger." Wait and see!"

Gao Tianwei turned his head to look for the person who said this to him, and at a glance met the eyes projected by Pei Yuanxin, and he gestured to the other party with a wicked smile.

Zhou Tong and the others were worried about whether this battle would be successfully passed, and none of them noticed the dark eye contact between Gao Tianwei and Pei Yuanxin in private.

Zhou Tong spread his colorful wings and flew into the air, and he made a gesture of please, "In order to affect others, let's come up and fight!"

The onlookers who were hovering near the same level as Zhou Tong hurriedly avoided in the distance, and they also coincidentally held their most proud talisman in their palms in case they needed it.

Jiang Zilong's face showed an extremely scoundrel smile, he gently waved his two sleeves like dust, and the whole person's figure appeared in front of Zhou Tong like a ghost, he and Zhou Tong looked at each other from a distance of dozens of meters, "I made a move!" Before the words fell, his person came to Zhou Tong in the blink of an eye for half a second, and a palm containing feminine strength slapped towards him......

Zhou Tong suddenly reacted a little unexpectedly, but fortunately he was not frightened by Jiang Zilong's strange speed and froze in place, he suddenly flapped his wings behind him, and forcibly twisted his body in a strange posture to avoid this dangerous move.

However, Jiang Zilong's speed was simply amazingly terrifying, Zhou Tong couldn't completely dodge this palm, and the feminine force grazed his waist like a flash of light, and at that moment, a spurting blood spring splashed out from Zhou Tong's waist.

At this time, in Zhou Tong's feelings, he just saw a bright red liquid spilled out in front of him, and he didn't deeply realize that these red liquids were actually blood on his body.

This book was first published.

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