"It''s the same family of Liu Guanyu. No wonder he is so obscene and black hearted!"


    Luo Zheng smelled the speech, the fierce light in his eyes was more prosperous, and he smiled fiercely. "Hum, what about the literary appearance and the weather? You dare to pull the frame, and the heavenly king Lao Tzu can''t save you when he comes!"


    Bang!


    The blue vitality of Wen Xiang was burst by mountains, and his body was knocked out.


    His two arms were instantly broken and his bones were exposed.


    "You''re a poor bastard. You''re too brave. Aren''t you afraid of death?"


    Wen Xiang was shocked and angry. He trembled with pain and roared.


    "Old dog, dare to swear!"


    Luo Zheng sneered, the flag shook, mountains flew out one after another, smashing the text, breaking bones one by one and screaming constantly.


    "Wenxiang is going to be killed!"


    The people around were stunned one by one.


    This Wen Xiang is an important official of the two dynasties and a scholar of heaven and man. He is highly respected and has great cultivation strength. He was beaten violently, which is worse than a dog!


    However, Luo Zheng didn''t care at all. His moves were fierce. He was completely dead inside.


    "Ferocious! This Luo Zheng is too terrible. The young master of the Zhao family dares to kill and the literary minister dares to fight. No one is afraid!"


    "Luo Zheng is really bold, but this text is too unkind. Luo Zheng has said nothing in the hundred battles hall. He wants to help elder Zhao hurt the killer to Wang Nian. No one can bear it!"


    Everyone whispered, and no one went to advise.


    The hundred mountain flag is too terrible. With Luo Zheng''s ferocity, if it is regarded as a partial frame, it will have to be beaten again!


    Luo Zheng shook the hundred mountain flag continuously, beat Wen Xiang to spurt blood, broke his bones, and sneered: "old dog, I let you pull off the frame. How about you now?"


    Wen Xiang was dying, black and blue, trembling and said, "little beast, I must ask you to eat the consequences!"


    "Hey, hey, hey!"


    When Luo Zheng heard the speech, he couldn''t help smiling and glanced at Wang Nian.


    The elder of the Zhao family, whose face was full of blood, showed a set of sabre techniques with a treasure knife. He was extremely fierce and was beating fat Wang back.


    "Fat man, here''s the hundred mountain flag. Beat the old guy hard. Don''t let him escape!"


    Luo Zheng drank and threw the hundred hand flag to Wang Nian.


    Wang Nian took over the banner and was shocked. He still didn''t show his strength. He used a big family as a growth gun and swept directly at the elder of the Zhao family.


    The power of the middle grade treasure is many times stronger than that of the lower grade treasure. Its power is amazing!


    "Ha ha, it''s really a good baby!"


    The light of the sword was swept to pieces by the year of the king.


    He laughed again and again, and drove straight in against the knife.


    "Old man, eat a stick!"


    In the twinkling of an eye, the fat man rushed to the eldest brother of the Zhao family and shot it with a flag pole.


    Zhao''s parents lost their color and hurriedly blocked the treasure knife in their hands.


    Click!


    The Baishan flag is made of unknown materials. Although it has no front, it is hard and unparalleled. Once the sabre collides, it will break instantly.


    "My treasure!"


    Elder Zhao was distressed and wanted to die. The Baishan clan immediately tore a void and patted him hard.


    Crackling! Crackling!


    The elder of the Zhao family, his body burst like fried beans, and his bones were broken. He was carried by Wang Nian like a mass of mud.


    Bang bang!


    Wen Xiang Liu Tianming and the elder of the Zhao family were thrown together. Luo Zheng and Wang Nian held their arms and looked at the two miserable people with a teasing face.


    Fortunately, these two old guys are the accomplishments of refining the yuan realm. If others were beaten like this, they would have died long ago.


    "Little bastard, if you have seed, you''ll kill Grandpa, otherwise you''ll be dead!"


    Wen Xiang stared at Luo Zheng and shouted.


    "Oh, I didn''t expect this old bastard to be tough and not afraid of death. Boss, how can you punish them?"


    Wang Nian squinted and smiled.


    "I''m not afraid of death. What else can I do?"


    Luo Zheng winked at the fat man with a helpless face.


    "I think they are also very poor. They lose a lot of blood. If they consume it again, they may die. The old boy here has a bubble in his urine. It''s a great tonic. Why don''t you let them make it up?"


    Wang Nian said with a straight face.


    Poof!


    Poof!


    As soon as Wang Nian''s voice fell, the two old men each spewed a blood arrow and trembled. If they were fed shit in such full view, it would be worse than killing them!


    They are all dignified people. If they are so humiliated, even the families behind them will not be able to lift their heads.


    "That''s not good. Although these two old men are unkind, we can''t do that either."


    Luo Zheng shook his head and pondered.


    The two old men relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.


    Wen Xiang doesn''t dare to shout. Wang pangzi''s idea is too vicious. He can make life worse than death.


    "Well, anyway, they are shameless and used to it. They just pick off their clothes and hang them in a place for three days and three nights."


    Luo Zheng glanced at the two old men and said solemnly.


    Poof!


    Poof!


    As soon as Luo Zheng said this, the two old guys sprayed blood again, and then fainted directly and became unconscious.