The old palace master stood up from the ruins. There was a clear palm mark on his chest, which almost exploded his chest and his spare clothes were torn.
An Sheng just supported him, feeling extremely heartbroken. After other disciples came over to support the old palace master, he couldn't help but yelled angrily at the middle-aged deacon: "You bastard, you dare to hit my old palace master, I will follow
You fought hard!"
After all, An Sheng was a young man with a strong blood. He simply couldn't stand the old palace master being treated like this. After saying that, he kicked the ground with the sole of his foot, like a fierce dragon erupting, trampling the ground to collapse, and his body was like a cannonball, heading towards
The middle-aged deacon rushed forward, clenching his fists, emitting a dazzling light, with an air of being unstoppable and wanting to crush everything.
He seems to know that this middle-aged executive is very powerful. At this moment, the essence and blood in his body are burning as the blood flows through his blood vessels, making his aura several times more ferocious than usual. With this punch, everything in the world will be shaken.
It is trembling, and the sun and moon will be shaken.
Many elders in the God Realm couldn't help but secretly sigh, An Sheng was indeed an immortal body, the aura of immortality was fully revived, and the combat power that exploded was really terrifying.
"Haha, you have some ability, but in my eyes, it's still not good enough."
The middle-aged deacon smiled lightly, and was a little surprised in his heart. An Sheng's realm was not even at the 20th level of the quasi-god realm, but he could achieve this step. It was really amazing.
However, the heat in his heart became much hotter. The more extraordinary Ansheng was, the more determined he was to bring Ansheng back to the old man.
In this way, when the old man is happy, he will receive great benefits.
At that moment, the smile hanging on the corner of his mouth had a ferocious flavor.
Boom! Five fingers stretched out, like a dragon's claw, and immediately grabbed Ansheng's fist. No matter how hard Ansheng tried, he still couldn't break free. His realm had reached the level of the first level of the Divine Realm, let alone
An Sheng, even if he is the old master of the Tianxing Martial Palace at his peak, he is no match for him. No matter how amazing An Sheng's potential is, he does not pose much of a threat to him.
"You...let me go!"
An Sheng screamed, his face red. The middle-aged deacon's claws were so strong that he felt that his arm was about to break. He was in great pain, and his voice was filled with deep hatred.
"You don't know what's good and what's wrong. If you dare to be an ant in front of me, I will teach you a lesson."
The middle-aged deacon seemed to be a little angry at Ansheng's escape, and his body sank like water. He slapped Ansheng's chest with a slap, hoping to break all the bones in Ansheng's body and let him calm down properly.
Many people couldn't help but exclaim in horror. An Sheng's fate would be disastrous if a powerful person in the first level of the Divine Realm made a deliberate palm move. It was very possible for An Sheng to accidentally cut off his meridians and become a complete cripple.
A cruel smile appeared on the middle-aged deacon's lips. This was what he wanted to do, and he also made sure to pay attention. After Ansheng was subdued, he would first put several bowls of Ansheng's blood, cut off twenty or thirty kilograms of meat, and take it. This is a great tonic.
It also has huge benefits for him.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to look up to the sky and laugh, looking forward to it.
"I think you are seeking death. You dare to touch my son. I will take your life today."
Just when many people were lamenting that An Sheng, a good seedling, was about to die young, suddenly Wang Teng, who had been watching coldly not far away, finally stood up, his eyes as cold as a knife, which could split time and space, and never
To think that a young deacon from the Suzaku Sect could be so arrogant and even dare to fight for his son's attention, he really didn't know how to live or die.
A sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Wang Teng's body turned into a ray of light and rushed away. With his physical fitness and extreme speed, the speed was naturally terrifying. The palm of his hand was not even close to An Sheng's chest.
Within an inch, Wang Teng came closer, grabbed the middle-aged deacon's arm, and with a click, he broke it in half like twisting a piece of firewood, still on one side, and then kicked the dog to death.
Normally, the middle-aged deacon would be kicked several hundred meters away and hit a thick pillar in the square not far away before stopping.
"What?"
The sudden turn of events caused the atmosphere in the square to suddenly freeze. Many people couldn't help but look stunned. The middle-aged deacon who was dominating the entire scene one second was unexpectedly kicked by Wang Teng the next second.
He was kicked out and half of his arm was broken off. This change was so great that it was difficult for people to relax.
"Dad..." An Sheng was also startled, and then showed a warm smile to his father. He knew that his father would not stand by and watch, and he had nothing to worry about.
"Leave this place to me."
Wang Teng smiled, patted An Sheng's head, then turned around and looked at the middle-aged deacon lying there like a dead dog, moaning in pain, with his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "An Sheng,
He is my son, Wang Teng. If you dare to touch my son, have you eaten gentian?
Who gave you the power!"
Whoa! After saying that, almost everyone couldn't see it. Wang Teng's body disappeared on the spot, as if he turned into a ghost, appeared in front of the middle-aged deacon, raised the sole of his foot, and stepped on the middle-aged deacon with his big foot.
There was a sneer on the corner of his face, looking down at him.
"Ah..." After the square was quiet for a while, the middle-aged deacon let out a heart-rending roar, like an extremely noble person who was instantly thrown into a cesspool. It was hard to imagine his situation.
The middle-aged deacon never dreamed that someone could capture him in such a short period of time.
"You bastard bitch, who are you to do this to me?
Don’t you want to live anymore?”
The middle-aged deacon's teeth were almost broken. At Wang Teng's feet, he revealed a pair of eyes filled with resentment and roared angrily.
Seeing the middle-aged deacon being so humiliated, not far away, the noble disciples of the Suzaku Sect who came with the middle-aged deacon were also dumbfounded. Apparently they did not expect that some of their Suzaku Sect members would be treated so miserably.
when.
“Dog thing?
Now let’s see, which one of us is the bitch!”
However, a sneer escaped from Wang Teng's lips. He didn't regard him as a human being at all. He stepped on the back of his head and rubbed his feet continuously, causing his face to rub back and forth on the ground, like a dog eating shit.
He said: "How does this trick make the dog eat shit? How does it taste?"
"Haha..." Seeing this scene, many disciples from the Tianxing Martial House around the square couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The middle-aged deacon who just now was indeed too arrogant. He beat the old master they respected in public, which made every disciple of Tianxing Martial Palace feel extremely angry.
Now that the middle-aged deacons are being punished like this, they feel happy.
