"So this old man is Wen Xiang?"


    Luo Zheng looked at the old man, his face unchanged, but he sneered in his heart.


    Although he did not enter the hundred battles hall and the Juying hall this time, he knew what happened in the two halls like the back of his hand.


    Princess Yuling is in the palace. She can''t even have eyes and ears.


    While she was reporting to Yuling, Luo Zheng was on the side. Naturally, she knew that the officials demoted him to be worthless, and the leader was Wen Xiang.


    "Mr. Wen Xiang, Luo Zheng killed our young master, Zhao Qiankun. And this fat man beat me for no reason. Please make the decision!"


    The elder of Zhao family, with a bloody face, got rid of Wang Nian''s serial boxing and screamed repeatedly.


    "Little fat man, die!"


    The voice just fell here. Suddenly, Zhao Chang''s face showed ferocity, drank violently and killed Wang Nian.


    He was beaten violently in front of the crowd. He lost all his face. He was furious. Regardless, he wanted to kill Wang Nian on the spot.


    Boom! Boom!


    In the black sky above his head, he suddenly stretched out two big dark hands and killed Wang Nian.


    This time, the elder of Zhao family used all his strength. The power of black air Dragon catching hand suddenly doubled. The void broke and the war imperial city was trembling!


    "Old man, I don''t know how to live or die. This time, fat Lord will blow your head!"


    The year of the king was so angry that he went down the mountain like a fierce tiger. He rose up through the sky and shot at the two big hands that suppressed him.


    "Young man, don''t be impulsive. Friends should be solved rather than tied. Let me persuade you to make peace!"


    Wen Xiangmian smiled kindly, and a thick and incomparable cyan vitality covered Wang Nian''s body in an instant, which made him unable to leave the ground.


    "Well, elder Zhao, stop quickly. Don''t make it difficult for Liu to be a man."


    After holding down the year of the king, the old man Liu Tianming turned to the elder of the Zhao family and said not light but not heavy.


    "Damn it, you damn old man!"


    Wang Nian roared angrily at Wen Xiang. At this time, he had to struggle again, but it was too late. His two dark giant palms roared down.


    "Wen Xiang is shameless!"


    The fish listens to LAN people''s anger and is about to make a move, but Luo Zheng lightly shakes his head, "don''t worry about him, the fat man can stand it!"


    When he saw the year of the king in front of the war palace in the evening, Luo Zheng was shocked. The fat man''s body was surprisingly strong, which was not weaker than his state of cultivating into the fourth layer of Jiuyou refining demon body.


    Luo Zhenglian''s flesh and even the inferior treasure can carry it. Naturally, it''s nothing for the year of the king.


    Boom!


    When the black giant palms overlapped and pressed down, all the houses on the ground disappeared, and a palm shaped giant pit appeared, with smoke and dust rolling, more than ten feet deep.


    The people saw it and smacked their tongue, and their hearts were cold. They secretly said that the fat man in the year of the king must be pressed into meat cakes this time.


    "Alas, elder Zhao, how can I be a man if you do this? Never do this again in the future!"


    Wen Xiang said to elder Zhao with a sad look.


    "I''m also impulsive. Please forgive me!"


    The elder of the Zhao family looked regretful, but his eyes could not cover up his fierce color.


    "Shit, this is not dead. Is this dead fat man iron?"


    However, when the smoke and dust dispersed, the people looked at the deep pit and lost their eyes.


    At this time, Wang Nian stood at the bottom of the pit, his clothes were broken, his body was full of fat, his body exuded a terrible smell, and his chest fluctuated violently, like an evil beast about to explode.


    The elder of the Zhao family was stared at by Wang Nian. He was so close that he turned around to escape.


    Wen Xiang flashed a strange color on his wrinkled old face. Then he said with great joy: "it''s good to have no human life. You can make peace. Young man, calm down first and listen to me."


    With that, he shot again and covered the year of the king with his strength.


    Seeing this, the elder of the Zhao family showed a fierce color on his face. He also offered a bright knife light, so he wanted to cut off to the year of the king.


    "Treasure!"


    "It''s shameless for Wen Xiang and the elder of the Zhao family!"


    "Wen Xiang is a member of the Wu family. The fat man is Luo Zheng''s brother. His strength is amazing. Wen Xiang wants to help Wu Tianji cut him off!"


    The onlookers looked contemptuous on their faces. The literary appearance was indeed too much.


    "Old man, how dare you pull the frame?"


    When Wen Xiang was proud, a voice suddenly came from behind. He was so creepy that he turned his head without considering the suppression of Wang Nian.


    Is to see that Luo Zheng is walking in the air, his eyes are shining with stars, and he is coming step by step.


    "Young man, this is the war imperial city. If I stop you, I''m afraid it will affect the people."


    Wen Xiang saw that it was Luo Zheng, relaxed and said triumphantly: "moreover, you killed Zhao Qiankun and have made a big mistake. I''m alleviating your sins..."


    "Your grandmother''s, old man, it makes sense to pull the side frame!"


    Luo Zheng''s teeth itched with hatred. He pulled out the hundred mountain flag and focused on it crazily. One mountain after another flew out and smashed at Wen Xiang.


    Wen Xiang didn''t put Luo Zheng in his eyes, but he felt unbearable when he saw the vigorous mountains.


    His face changed greatly. As he resisted, he exclaimed, "stop it quickly. I''m the Wen Xiang of the current Dynasty. I''m the Fengyun waiting clan. How dare you do it!"