Ming Cheng bent down and picked up the spear, looked at the four of them angrily, and said, "Okay, good! I want to see what you guys are capable of!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the four people: "Let's do it, don't say that I bully juniors!"

Lin You and the four looked at each other.

Zong Zhuoyuan looked at Lin You and said, "Close attack, you go first!"

"Damn!" Lin Youhou snorted, and turned his face to look at Wei Jia: "Defense, you go first!"

"Fart!" Wei Jia took a step back and looked back at Song Qun.

Song Qun hurriedly shook his head: "My function is not to rush forward!"

The onlookers laughed when they saw that the four of them had retreated, and none of them dared to make the first move.

Ming Cheng was a little surprised, seeing that the four of them didn't dare to make the first move, he was a little proud, put away the spear, stood up straight, and grinned: "Why, the words are so good, why is no one ......?"

At this moment, Lin You, Zong Zhuoyuan, and Wei Jia moved at the same time.

Wei Jia's left hand shield blocked his whole body, and he rushed straight towards Ming Cheng.

And Lin You and Zong Zhuoyuan, one holding a white fan in his hand, and the other holding a long sword, followed behind Wei Jia and rushed over.

"It's a good time!" Ming struck his spear horizontally, the tip of which was wrapped in white mang, and struck straight at Wei Jia's shield.

"Bang!", Wei Jia's shield shook, and his body quickly retreated backwards.

At this time, Zong Zhuoyuan and Lin You jumped out of their bodies.

As soon as Ming put away his spear, he picked up a piece of spear and stabbed at Lin You at the front.

Suddenly, the figure flashed, and Lin You's figure in front of him blurred for a while, dodging Ming's long spear, and instantly reached the left side of his body.

Ming Cheng was taken aback, this kid was so weird.

With a movement under his feet, Ming Cheng's body quickly retreated, wanting to avoid Lin You.

But Lin You's body was like a willow leaf swaying from side to side, sticking to him tightly, and he didn't shake it off.

But despite the close distance, Lin You never made a move, just chased after him.

And Zong Zhuoyuan's sword tip was white at this time, and he came close with a murderous aura.

Ming Cheng didn't dare to slack off, the spear shook, and the true element of the body protector was all over his body.

"Bo Bo Bo!" Zong Zhuoyuan's wrist turned, and it actually stirred up the True Yuan of the protective body in front of Ming Cheng's body to fluctuate.

Ming Cheng was in a hurry, urging Zhen Yuan, and with a loud shout, a white light in front of him hit Zong Zhuoyuan.

Zong Zhuoyuan retracted his long sword and took two steps back, True Yuan Protector.

At this moment, Lin You moved.

"Wow!", the long fan in Lin You's hand unfolded, his wrist flipped, and the edge of the fan slashed towards the protective body Zhenyuan in front of Ming Cheng.

"Huh!" There was a fluctuation in the air, and the protective body Zhenyuan in front of Ming Cheng was broken from top to bottom.

Mingcheng's face changed greatly, this kid is weird.

At this time, Zong Zhuoyuan had already blocked Ming Cheng's attack, and rushed over with a white mang.

Ming Cheng was a little flustered, these four boys, it's really like that when they cooperate.

As soon as his mind moved, an extra spear came out of his feet, and his body suddenly flew straight up.

He is experienced, only Zong Zhuoyuan can attack in the air of the four, as long as he flies, the other three will have nothing to do with themselves.

It's shameless to do so.

Zong Zhuoyuan's feet immediately moved, a green sword appeared, and his body also flew up.

When Ming Cheng saw it, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

But he didn't pay attention, at this time, there was no Song Qun's figure on the square.

Not only did he not pay attention, but the others only cared about watching the fight, and they didn't pay attention either.

Ming Cheng only remembered that as soon as the war started, the little white face turned around and ran, running for his life, and laughed at him in his heart.

After Zong Zhuoyuan got up, he swung his long sword, and the sword body was white, flying towards Ming Cheng.

Ming Cheng smiled, the spear in his hand was also white, and suddenly the spear disappeared under his feet, and the whole person fell down.

At this time, Lin You and the others were a little puzzled.

At this time, the falling Ming figure flickered and disappeared, leaving only the dazzling shadow of the spear, flying diagonally towards Zong Zhuoyuan in the air.

Damn, the integration of human and instrumental weapons, bullying people with the realm! Lin You wasn't worried that he would dare to kill Zong Zhuoyuan, but he also admired that this integration of human and human weapons had actually reached such a skillful realm.

"Woohoo!" Suddenly, a piercing sound sounded through the sky.

A white arrow shadow came out more than twenty meters behind Ming Cheng and broke through the air, and Song Qun's figure was revealed, holding a longbow.

The gun shadow in the air was about to hit Zong Zhuoyuan, and was alarmed by the sound behind him, and suddenly turned around and rushed towards the flying arrow shadow.

Zong Zhuoyuan jumped out of the air.

Mingcheng's figure was also revealed, and his body fell rapidly.

But it was too late.

"Smack!" The arrow shadow directly interrupted the spear in Ming Cheng's hand, and the aftermath continued unabated, and hit Ming Cheng's chest hard.

"Poof!" Mingcheng's falling body was hit by the shadow of the arrow and flew up again, and he also spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Lin You and Zong Zhuo stayed away from each other and immediately dodged away so as not to be sprayed.

Everyone in the square was stupid, how could this be, the master of the Spiritual Period!

And the place where Ming Cheng fell was directly opposite Wei Jia.

The fat man held the long gong tightly, his eyes looked at the direction where Ming Cheng fell, his feet were constantly adjusted, and a lewd smile appeared on his face.

Lin You saw Wei Jia's clenched long gong from a distance, and hurriedly closed his eyes, unable to bear to see that cruel scene.

Sure enough, Wei Jia's lewd yelling came: "Chrysanthemum remnant!"

"Ah!" a terrible scream rang out.

Lin You opened his eyes.

I saw that Ming Cheng's body was on par with the speed of the sword shadow shot by Song Qun just now, and he ran straight towards the high platform of the square.

Lin You could see clearly, this guy was tightly protecting his buttocks with both hands.

Four figures flickered and shot towards Ming Cheng's figure.

Ming Cheng ran to the high platform, turned his body, his butt was facing the high platform behind him, and he took it out with both hands, he was an elder, he couldn't be so embarrassed.

"Whoosh" Four figures flew in front of him.

The long sword in Zong Zhuoyuan's hand was handed to Ming Cheng's throat.

Lin You He Xi fan unfolded, sent forward, and also forced Ming Cheng.

Song Qun's long bow was fully drawn, and a swarthy long arrow was also aimed at Ming Cheng.

Wei Jia's long gong was also about to be sent forward, but Lin You shouted: "Take your-stirring stick aside!"

Wei Jia stupidly retracted his long sword: "If it weren't for Lao Tzu's broken chrysanthemum magic skill, you would have won so easily!"

No one paid any attention to him.

At this time, Mingcheng was sweating profusely, his face was red, his nose was also dripping, his mouth was open, he had a strange look, tears were flowing down, and his body was trembling slightly.

Wei Jia said obscenely at this time: "Is there a sense of powerlessness that you want to pull but can't pull out, intertwined with hot pain, but there is some peculiar comfort, it feels very wonderful and indescribable!"

"Damn!" Lin You scolded: "You get out of the way!"

Mingcheng burst into tears at this time, and he could talk back.

Zong Zhuoyuan spoke at this time, and looked at Ming Chengdao coldly: "It's not difficult to kill you!"

After saying that, as soon as the long sword was put away, he turned his head and left.

Lin You also said: "Don't be too arrogant, it's useless!" and turned away.

Song Qun smiled embarrassedly: "Uncle, I'm sorry!"

Wei Jia flicked the broken chrysanthemum in his hand from afar: "It's only a dozen centimeters in, I believe in you, you can bear it!" After speaking, he turned around and caught up with the three of them, and said: "If you like this feeling, feel free to find me!"

"Damn!" Lin You stumbled under his feet and almost fell.

Ming Cheng's saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth at this time, and his tears were even more uproaring, but his body couldn't move.

Seeing Zong Zhuoyuan and the four of them walking away, everyone in the square looked at Ming Cheng and whispered: "What trick, I actually cried!"

Lin You knew Wei Jia's hobbies, so he saw the scene of Ming Cheng running wildly with his buttocks covered, which was also preconceived, and his momentum was also vague.

The others didn't see it clearly at all, the speed was too fast, they just saw Ming Cheng fall in front of Wei Jia, and then he roared and ran wildly.

Zong Shu hurriedly ran over at this time, although his face was ugly, he was still very worried and asked, "Uncle, how are you, the injury is not serious!"

Mingcheng burst into tears, but did not speak.

Zong Shu was a little panicked, and stepped forward to support Ming Cheng: "Uncle, I'll help you go back!"

At this time, Mingcheng opened his mouth with difficulty and spoke: "No... No... Don't touch me!"

Zong Shu saw that Ming Cheng opened his mouth to speak, so he was relieved: "Uncle, it doesn't matter, where did you get hurt?"

Ming Cheng stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, and spoke a little hard: "Don't ask! You go back first, I'm fine, rest for a while, I'm myself... Just go back!"

After speaking, Ming Cheng moved his ass slightly.

"Ahh