"Hehe... How about it, boy, are my fists good enough?" Ping Feipeng seemed to get endless pleasure from the process of torturing Wandong, and his face was almost filled with a ferocious smile.
While Wan Dong was shaking his head, he patted his chest gently, as if dusting off ashes. He said quietly, "Stop putting gold on your face. With this little strength, are you trying to dust me off?"
"What a tough-talking boy! How many more punches can you hold up?"
boom!
With a muffled sound, Wandong flew out again.
Ping Feipeng's punch hit Wan Dong's body and Xu Wenchuan's heart at the same time. He couldn't bear such a heavy punch, even just one punch, but Wandong didn't know how many punches he had received until now. I don’t know how many tears of heartache have been shed. Even Wu Qiujun, who was holding him tightly, seemed to have reached his limit. The hand holding Xu Wenchuan was trembling non-stop.
The girls Duan Lengyan, Leng Yuecui, and Leng Yongsi had already turned their heads to the side and couldn't bear to look anymore. Even the sound of the banging fist hitting flesh reached their ears, which was a great torture.
"Boy, if you beg me now, I will give you a pleasure!" Ping Feipeng said coldly, looking at Wandong who had been knocked down by him countless times and stood up again.
"Pingfeipeng, after all you are from the big world of Taoism, why do you act so shamelessly? Facing the back of a small ordinary world, you are too ungraceful, right? If you still have some sense of shame, don't do it anymore You’ve tortured him, give him pleasure, and let me fight you to the death!”
"Grandma, you... what did you say?" Leng Shuangrong had just finished speaking, and before Ping Feipeng could answer, Leng Yuecui shouted first.
Leng Shuangrong's face was full of bitterness, she shook her head and murmured, "Yue Cui, not only Yao Ting is going to die today, but I'm afraid every one of us can leave alive. Instead of doing this, it's better to let Yao Ting die happily first." Let's go, so as not to suffer so much in vain..."
"Ah..." After hearing what Leng Shuangrong said, Leng Yuecui also fell into great conflict and pain. She was reluctant to let Wan Dong die, but watching Wan Dong suffer like this made her heart ached like a knife.
Leng Yuecui felt the cruelty of fate for the first time!
"Shut up! It's not your turn to teach me a lesson!" Ping Feipeng scolded, extremely arrogant!
"Yeah! I haven't had enough fun yet!" As soon as Ping Feipeng finished speaking, Wan Dong also opened his mouth and said.
At this moment, he really wanted to slap Leng Shuangrong and send him to Siberia. He was working so hard on the show, teasing Ping Feipeng, and watching his cultivation improve at an alarming rate. Just when he was feeling satisfied, Leng Shuangrong unexpectedly To persuade Ping Feipeng to give him a good time, what else is this if he isn't looking for a slap in the face
Fortunately, she is still a warrior in the Perfection Realm, but her vision is so bad! Pingfeipeng didn't notice it because the authorities were obsessed with it! You, Leng Shuangrong, a bystander, are also obsessed with me, so that’s not right!
If Leng Shuangrong could be more careful, he would definitely find something strange. That is, after Wan Dong was knocked to the ground by Ping Feipeng's punch, he stood up faster and faster. In the past, Wandong often had to struggle for a long time before he could stand up again, but now, Wandong almost fell to the ground and stood up again the next second. If Wandong was really on the verge of death, how could such a phenomenon happen
On the contrary, Wan Dongfei was not at the point of death, but his condition was getting better and better. With the intrusion of a large amount of Dao Qi from Ping Feipeng, Wan Dong's cultivation level grew crazily almost every second, and the speed of Dao Qi transformation increased even more. If it used to take Wan Dong a minute or two to transform and absorb the Tao Qi contained in Ping Feipeng's punch, then now Wan Dong only needs a few breaths.
Moreover, as Wandong's cultivation level skyrocketed, the damage caused by Ping Feipeng's punch to him was also greatly reduced. At this time, Wandong was far less miserable than he seemed on the surface!
To improve one's cultivation by being beaten, let alone the small world of mortals, even in the big world of Taoism, Wan Dong is the only one in the world!
Wan Dong scolded Leng Shuangrong in his heart. He only thought that bystanders were innocent, but ignored those who cared!
But this is not Wandong's fault, because even Leng Shuangrong herself would never have imagined that she would care so much about Wandong that even her usually sharp judgment and insight would be affected.
It is by no means an easy task for someone who hates him so much to care about him, but Wandong did it with his unyielding will and strength!
"Yao Ting! Leng Shuangrong is right. Since death is inevitable, it is better to die vigorously! We all fight side by side with you and fight this old bastard!" Xu Wenchuan could not hold back for a long time and roared like thunder.
This time, even Wu Qiujun no longer stopped him, but was eager to try. As long as he gets Wandong's approval, he will risk his life to fly to Penggan in peace!
Duan Lengyan, Wang Yangde, Leng Yuecui, and Leng Yongsi, the four younger generations, are speechless and gearing up to take action at any time!
"Okay! Hahaha... let me get rid of you all at once to save you trouble!"
"Don't move!" Wandong suddenly shouted loudly. No matter what, he couldn't let Xu Wenchuan and the others come up to die, and they would give Ping Feipeng his back in vain!
Looking at the surprised and sincere expressions of everyone, Wandong's expression was more determined than ever before, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This old guy's life is mine, and I will decide it! None of you are allowed to come up to cause trouble, please retreat." back!"
"Yao Ting, don't..."
"Grandpa! If you don't listen to me, I... I will commit suicide now!"
"Ah! Don't, don't, don't, I... I can't listen to you!"
After forcing everyone to retreat, Wan Donghuo turned to look at Ping Feipeng and said coldly, "You and I, let's continue!"
Ping Feipeng frowned, waved his hand fiercely, and shouted, "Okay! I've had enough fun, this boring game, let's stop here! Go to hell!"
"What!?" Wan Dong was afraid of this, and his expression suddenly changed.
Ping Feipeng really lost his patience. Before Wan Dong could land with a exclamation, both of his palms were pushed out at the same time. This palm, to say nothing of it, condensed 80% of Ping Fei Peng's Dao Qi. A palm force that was as thick as a bucket and shone with an intimidating cold light shot up into the air and caused a roar like a landslide, heading straight towards Wandong was hit in the chest.
Wandong's mind immediately sank to the bottom. The power of this palm could not be compared to the dozens of punches he had received before, making his scalp numb.
But at this juncture, Wandong had no other choice but to fight hard.
His expression instantly tensed to the extreme, and the Tao Qi in his body moved like a stormy sea. Pieces of golden light jumped out, causing the entire world to change color. At the same time, a huge and decisive force swept across the countryside, shocking everyone! (To be continued)