Zheng Biao had been watching the fun from the sidelines. He was extremely happy to see Chang Jingwang and others being beaten up with malice in his heart. At this time, Yun Yong suddenly appeared, rushing towards him with a big wooden stick taller than himself in his hand, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and he shouted loudly: "You stupid big bastard, you are so fucking blind! I didn't make a move here, I came here to watch the excitement, just to watch the crowd—”
Several Changkongzhaojian sect disciples shot murderous gazes.
Zheng Biao's heart turned cold, and he smiled wryly in his heart: "It's broken, I offended these ancestors—"
Yun Yong doesn't care about the crooked ways behind the matter, since he knows these people are looking for trouble, he fights first, especially the banner behind it, it's really fucking annoying.
The disciples of Changkongzhaojianmen were also stunned by Yunyong's astonishing figure and momentum, and said anxiously: This is the little Taoist priest who beat Zheng Biao's boy Haibian? With a figure that even adults are ashamed of, is this fucking seven or eight years old? Looking at the beard on his face, he must be twenty-seven or eight years old, right
With the lessons learned from Ye Qingxuan and the little Taoist priest who just made a move, the few of them dared not make any rash moves, and they all took precautions.
Holding the big wooden stake with one hand, Yun Yong shouted loudly: "Go to hell—"
"Yunyong, get the hell out of here—" There was a loud shout, and Yunyong who stopped suddenly almost fell to the ground.
"But, little uncle, I..."
"Shut up, within three meters, hurry up—"
Unwillingly, Yunyong yelled, and swiped the huge wooden stake in his hand several times, creating a buzzing sound like thunder. Gulu, a few Changkongzhaojianmen disciples, gulped and spit, feeling weak for a while.
The Taoist priests of Qingyun Temple are fucking monsters...
Yun Yong walked back dejectedly, and finally turned his head and shouted at the disciples of Zhangkong Zhaojianmen: "Grandfather Qingyun Guanyunyong, remember to call someone by name next time when you find someone to fight, the one who dare not fight is grandson..."
"Come back the fuck!"
"Yes, little master—"
With the big wooden stake on his shoulders, Yunyong ran back briskly.
…
The competition between Qingyun Temple and Changkong Zhaojianmen is basically over, but the square became even more chaotic for a while. A large number of onlookers wanted to have a closer look at the victorious little Taoist priest of Qingyun Temple, and frantically crowded into the field , Noisy voice, one after another.
"Brother, brother..."
The two young men and women panicked and looked for their lost little brother... Just now, the two were so absorbed in seeing each other. In the blink of an eye, the four-year-old little brother beside him was scattered by the crowd. Shouting, but unfortunately, the sound has long been drowned out by the roaring crowd—
…
Chang Jingfan felt sorry for his relatives, and when he turned his head, he saw several nursing homes of the Zheng family, still holding up the banner of "Wuhui Qingyun", thinking of the arrogance when he went up the mountain, he was extremely ashamed at this moment, He shouted angrily: "Are you idiots? Hurry up and take it with me—"
Thinking of Chang Jingwang, the organizer, made me even more angry. He stared at the dazed Chang Jingwang with a livid face. If his gaze could kill someone at this moment, Chang Jingwang would have been hacked to pieces.
Although he also didn't want to admit defeat, Chang Jingfan would never make such a stupid move in full view.
This idiot Chang Jingwang not only caused his side to lose, but he didn't have any demeanor for losing. He didn't have the demeanor of a disciple of our sect. This defeat not only made everyone a laughingstock, but the juniors resented him very much. I am afraid that the reputation of the entire Changkong Zhaojian Sect will be damaged because of this...
Damn it—how could I have been obsessed with ghosts and listened to this idiot's advice back then.
Chang Jingwang—Insufficient Success, Too Much Failure...
"Jing Wang, don't go back—"
Chang Jingwang, who was almost insane, was stunned by the scolding, and then endless regret arose in his heart.
Chang Jingwang regrets—
Why am I so busy? Why should I be involved in this matter
Chang Jingwang madly hates—
It's him, damn it is Zheng Biao, if it wasn't for him, how could I have encountered this...
It's him, damn it is Chang Jingfan, if he hadn't boasted about his martial arts, how could he believe that his side would win...
It was him, damn it was that little Taoist priest Ye Qingxuan, if it wasn't for him, everything would be different now...
With overwhelming anger, Chang Jingwang walked towards his side of the team in a dull manner, silent, like a volcano about to erupt... he stole the chicken without losing the rice, not only did not destroy Qingyun Temple, but also highlighted his talent , On the contrary, he was resented because of his failure. For a while, hatred grew in his heart, and it was difficult to release.
While walking, a small figure suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, running past, blocking his way, Chang Jingwang was worried that there was nowhere to vent his anger, he raised his leg and kicked him away, "Go away—"
Boom—
ah-
With a childish scream, the small figure flew into the air.
The whole world came to a standstill because of his foot...
"Zhi'er..." With a cry of pain, two figures suddenly flew up and rushed towards the landing of the falling figure.
The little figure that was kicked away by Chang Jingwang turned out to be the youngest boy in the juggling family. Because he was scattered by the crowd, he saw his parents on the other side of the road in a panic and ran over excitedly. Thinking about it, I met Chang Jingwang.
The little boy was obviously seriously injured. His face was pale, his mouth was full of blood, he still held his parents' hands, and said weakly: "Father, mother... Xiaosan, it hurts..." As soon as the tone broke, he passed out from the pain.
"Zhi'er—" the woman burst into tears, holding the child and shouting.
When Chang Jingwang saw that it was a child that he kicked away, not only did he not feel guilty, but he yelled, "Damn it, good dogs don't get in the way..."
"Bastard—" The burly man suddenly turned his head, his face was ferocious, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes, and he shouted violently: "I will kill you—" Rang body bullied Chang Jingwang in front of him, and he slapped him fiercely...
Chang Jingwang didn't expect that a performer would have such amazing skills, and it was too late to dodge, so he had to raise his arms to resist the attacking palm. However, he suddenly felt that someone grabbed his back heart and threw it backward. At the very moment, he narrowly avoided the fierce palm of the big man, but his arms were still swept by the palm force. Suddenly, the whole person was swept into the air by the explosive internal force.
But if he hadn't retreated back just now, and let this palm strike firmly, it is likely that not only a pair of arms will be broken, but the entire sternum. Chang Jingwang was able to save his life, but these two arms were worth breaking.
Chang Jingfan saved Chang Jingwang's life at a critical moment. Although Chang Jingfan hated him to death, he would never allow an outsider to kill his fellow clan in front of him, let alone that person was his fellow clan. Even though he's a bastard.
This is an issue related to the honor of Changkong Zhaojianmen, Chang Jingfan cannot stand by and watch, if he does nothing to watch his fellowmen be killed, even if he returns to the door, his future will be over.
But this Chang Jingwang, among the twelve signs of the zodiac, is exclusively for bastards, and can cause any kind of disaster.
Chang Jingwang was blown into the air, and flew out in a whirl. Just when he yelled half a sentence, a huge figure rushed over from the corner of his eyes like lightning, accompanied by a loud shout: " Ferocious-tiger-down-mountain-"
Chang Jingwang was in mid-air, but this time he couldn't avoid it anymore.
boom-
The two palms hit Chang Jingwang's lower abdomen and the vital points between his legs. Chang Jingwang's dantian and lower body felt a sharp pain, and he felt the world tremble. When they reached the ground, they foamed at the mouth and passed out—
Chang Jingfan's eyes were about to burst, he couldn't do anything at this time, he yelled angrily: "If you hurt my fellow disciple, the crime should be punished, kill—"
With an order, several Changkongzhaojianmen disciples drew their long swords, and then killed the acrobat family and the fat man who Buchang Jingwang slapped later.
"Little uncle, look—it's Yun Zhong—"
With glasses, Yun Cong's eyes are not as good as usual. He kept staring at Yun Yong who was slowly walking back, but he was seeing everything in the square clearly, so he immediately recognized that the fat man who seriously injured Chang Jingwang was Qian Yunzhong.
Yun Cong called out, but called back Ye Qingxuan who had half a foot into the Guanmen.
Looking back, I saw the little boy lying on the ground like a broken doll with blood on his face; the mother who was holding the child in pain; The escaped Qian Yunzhong...
Ye Qingxuan only felt a wave of reverse blood hit his mind, his eyes were flushed, and he shouted loudly: "Don't be ashamed, hurt people outside my watch, none of you can go away—"
Qingyun audience disciples were stunned for a moment.
"Stand around, fuck it, hit me—"
Good - more than a dozen Qingyun Guan disciples responded in unison, and like tigers coming out of the gate, they pounced on the disciple of Changkongzhaojianmen who still looked surprised.
"Hahaha... that's exactly what I want - keep them all out of the way, and leave the most powerful one to Ma Laozi -"
Ma Yunyong finally got what he wanted, excitedly rounded the big wooden stake in his hand, blocked the brothers who were rushing in front, roared, and rushed over.
Several brothers who were almost knocked down by a stick scolded Ma Yunyong in unison, but watched him run out helplessly.
It's a pity that it's not Yun Yong who is rushing to the forefront at this time, but Yun Cong...
Yun Cong was not far away from Yunyong, and the swing just now did not stop Yun Cong's speed at all... There is no way, Yun Cong is too short, and Ma Yunyong forgot to consider Xiaoyun's speed in that vigorous swing. Cong's height "advantage" directly swung the air, brushed Yun Cong's scalp, and flew directly over his head...
"Damn it... Yun Cong, don't grab the business..."
Yun Cong secretly scolded an idiot, if you don't save people at this time, who will fight with you...