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What Li Sangongzi thought really came true!

Wang Anlin let out a low sigh in his mouth, his small universe finally exploded!

The true qi gathered in his dantian gave him infinite strength, and Li Zisheng also showed a look of panic.

He stepped forward and threw a light punch, and the ground shook. Just one blow knocked Li Zisheng to the ground!

Wang Dazhen took a few steps forward and trampled the little white face under his feet, and the arrogant Li San had to open his mouth to beg him for mercy.

At this moment the whole audience stood up and cheered him, congratulating him on his victory over this hateful adversary, and all could be heard shouting:

"Wang Anlin waste!"

"Wang Anlin waste!"

"Wang Anlin waste!"

Wang Anlin, who was scolded for being a waste, only woke up at this time, and it turned out that he had an extremely short dream in a semi-comatose state.

After all, a sweet dream is just a sweet dream, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on the ground in the ring, with unbearable pain all over his body, and he couldn't even stand up.

The cheers in my ears turned out to be scolding.

I turned out to be really a piece of shit!

Li Zisheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, this guy finally didn't get up, he just knocked Wang Anlin to the ground several times in succession, but this enemy is really a little ruthless and refuses to admit defeat obediently.

As the saying goes, there is a cloud and a poor culture, and this sentence is not bad at all in Zhongzhou. The cultivation and external skills of cultivators from the Han family are not necessarily lower than those of the disciples of the Immortal Sect, but their combat power is definitely far inferior.

If there is no guidance and scientific training from famous teachers, the matter of fighting can only be mastered through practice. For example, Li Zisheng. He has a body teacher like Sang Tianhou, and a group of friends who learn from each other. He has also experienced several life-and-death fights.

His heart, body, and skills were enough to make up for the gap between him and Wang Anlin's cultivation.

In fact, Li Sangongzi didn't want to kill him, and really wanted to kill the other party. Speaking of which, Wang Anlin had some grudges against him, hating him for snatching the place of his inner disciple, but Li Zisheng didn't hate Wang Anlin at all, and challenging him was just taking advantage of the situation.

He is also not neurotic enough to "cut the grass and roots" a potential threat.

Even so, Li Zisheng, who has already achieved a small degree in physical skills, is not a vegetarian, and not killing people and not hurting people are two concepts. However, Wang Anlin's cultivation is innate, although his combat skills are very clumsy. But the strength is much stronger than that of mortals.

In the end, Li Zisheng also had to make a heavy hand to knock Wang Anlin to the ground. Of course, he was also in moderation, trying not to hurt the other party's vital point.

Li Sangongzi wiped the sweat on his head, took a few breaths, and thought that this first scene was finally over. He certainly wouldn't get too carried away. Instead, he turned around and arched his hand towards the rostrum, signaling that the game could be over......

No, I'm not a trash!

Wang Anlin finally made up his mind, more precisely, he was carried away by anger, he no longer cared whether he would regress in cultivation, or whether he would die with a whimper. It is more likely that even if you win this fight, there is still a high chance that you will die later!

He's going to have to defeat his opponents and prove that he's not a piece of waste!

With great difficulty, he struggled to prop himself up with his hands, and got up again.

Li Zisheng appeared out of the corner of his eye, and when he turned around, he saw that he had already gotten up. But the rickety body swayed to the king of the real people.

At this point, he was really a little angry.

As agreed beforehand. Since the victory and defeat have been divided, the above people should also stop the competition in a word.

Poor Wang Anlin, such a small character whose grandmother doesn't care about his uncle and doesn't love, some of the people on the stage have nothing to do with themselves and hang high; some hope that Li Zisheng will kill him in order to establish his authority; and some are eager to kill such a waste by themselves.

Where will someone suspend him?

The first rule in Lian Changkong's mouth was originally just a joke, but in order to take care of the Tie family's face, so that they would have an excuse to go down and save this kid when Li Zisheng was in danger. This is also to avoid that after Li Sangongzi is really killed, the Tie family will take this resentment on his head.

Wang Anlin, his life or death has nothing to do with the overall situation, and naturally no one will come in to save him or stop him.

Rules are always made by the strong and followed by the weak.

Li Sangongzi still decided to persuade him one last time, and he smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Brother Wang, it's just a competition, why do you want to do this?"

He paused, his face turned pale, and he shouted with menace: "Do you really think that someone Li would not dare to kill someone?"

"I'm not a waste ......"

"Senior Brother Wang, what did you say? Did you admit defeat?"

"I'm not a waste. ”

"Senior Brother Wang, don't be ignorant. There is only one life. ”

"I'm not a trash!"

"You ......"

Before Li Zisheng, whose nose was almost crooked, said this, he saw Wang Anlin straighten his waist and raise his head suddenly, staring at him with a pair of eyes that flashed with decisive light.

Rao is the third son of Li is bold and rude, and he is made furious by the other party's look.

Wang Anlin reached into his arms and solemnly took out a thing from his arms, which was a pen, a bamboo tube brush that looked a little shabby......

Li Sangongzi had a big alarm bell in his head, and in addition to his own feelings, the artifacts he was wearing gave him a high-level alarm. He didn't dare to move at the first time, and as soon as he made a mistake, he stepped back a few feet, and looked at Wang Anlin vigilantly.

At this time, this Senior Brother Wang looked crazy, and said with a cry and a smile: "I'm not a waste, I'm not a waste, I'm not a waste......"

"I, no, yes, waste, thing!"

After Yang Tian roared angrily, his eyes refocused on Li Zisheng, and he shouted again: "Li Zisheng, you give me death!"

As he spoke, he bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, which contained most of his essence, spit out onto the tip of the brush.

The red light flashed, and the pen suddenly revealed its true face after painstaking irrigation.

Now this pen is as thick and long as an adult's forearm, and the barrel is not gold, jade, wood or stone, and it is not clear what material it is made of for a while, but it can only be seen that there is a dazzling treasure on it. The nib of the pen is made of a pinch of bright red hair, and the color is bright red. At the end of the pen is a jewel the size of a baby's fist, which now also shines with a dazzling light.

The most conspicuous thing is that there is a specific and tiny five-clawed golden dragon on the barrel of the pen that is constantly churning and swimming, and the body is surrounded by white clouds.

"Brush la la".

As long as there are people in the audience, all of them suddenly rise, and their eyes are full of greedy gaze, even the four immortals, including Tie Wanchen, are not exempt from vulgarity!

"Senior Brother Zihan, I'm not mistaken. Tie Wanchen, who was not very interested in the immortal path, also asked very hard at this moment.

Hu Zihan's eyes couldn't take his eyes off the pen anymore, and he said absentmindedly: "Well, you read that right, this is...... Thang Long Pen!"

This turned out to be a magic weapon, and it was a magic weapon with some fame in Zhongzhou!

The so-called divine artifact is obscure, because the magic weapon has its own spiritual wisdom, it usually does not affect the fluctuation of vitality, as long as the master does not let go of the ban, it is almost difficult for outsiders to perceive.

But as long as the ban is lifted, then the vitality fluctuations generated by the magic weapon will definitely not be hidden from other people's eyes, not to mention that this is the No. 1 refining sect in Central Continent. Although magic weapons are rare, they are not absent from the Heavenly Weapon Gate.

How can people here not tell the difference?

Tie Wanchen stammered a little and said, "But, but, this dragon pen is not ...... Isn't it because he used the true dragon's divine soul as the magic weapon primordial spirit, so he offended the true dragon clan, so he was given and destroyed by the dragon clan?"

Hu Zihan was a little calmer than his junior brother, he turned around and said, "It seems that the legend is wrong, the dragon clan did not take back this magic weapon, but wandered outside. Now it is in the hands of this king. Junior ......"

He didn't finish his words, but Tie Wanchen had already nodded knowingly, this magic weapon must not fall into the hands of others!

That's what both of them think, and so do the others.

Lian Changkong, Hu Zihan and Yan Fu Poison took out the messenger in their arms at the same time, and wrote hard.