"Young master, now that the eldest master has been held back, you must seize the opportunity and give this arrogant boy a good beating."
A fat-headed and big-eared guard covered his mouth and whispered beside Zhuo Fei, smiling obscenely.
"Well, don't worry. I will resolve the battle as soon as possible. I am now a master of body refining and can control the power of an elephant. I will not lose to this loser! You can continue to watch the wind." Fatty Zhuo nodded, looking arrogant.
Sneered. He didn't take Zhuo Yifan seriously at all.
This month, he was forced by Zhuo Wenzhan to train hard, and he started to see results. Not only did he lose a lot of weight, but his fat face also gained contours. In other words, he could be considered a monk. However, he was dressed in luxurious golden clothes.
, and a jade pendant around his waist, plus a carefree and dandy look, betrayed him immediately.
In the eyes of outsiders, he is just a dandy who spends all his time living and drinking.
"This time the Blood Hell Gate suddenly appeared, and Cheng Renli may have to move ahead of schedule. The eldest master is holding a family meeting and can't come for the time being. Without this backer, that loser will definitely be beaten when he comes here. I thought that this loser didn't come last night
I heard the news when I came back, but I didn't expect that he would dare to come back."
"Everyone has a destiny. When it's time to be beaten, no one can escape."
"Being beaten? I'm afraid it's not that simple. Look, how many people are here today? These are all brought by Master Zhuo Fei. There are fifty-five people in total, all disciples of Xiaocheng and Dacheng in body refining. I'm afraid
, even if he escaped death, he would still be a hemiplegic waste."
The servants in the distance looked at the courtyard surrounded by a human wall and whispered. From time to time, they raised their eyes and looked at Zhuo Fei standing in the center with a little bit of peripheral vision, sighing repeatedly.
"What a fat man Zhuo, are you waiting for me here?"
Zhuo Yifan's face suddenly darkened when he saw the hateful fat man. He saw the others immediately surrounding him, staring at him with eager eyes. It seemed that he had been planning for a long time.
Bang! The door of Zhuo's house was closed instantly.
"Zhuo Yifan, do you want to kneel down and bark like a dog yourself, or do you want me to help you? Your arrogance is so arrogant that it has already burned me, and I am very unhappy!"
Fatty Zhuo was gearing up, his eyes showing the evil spirit. His energy trembled wildly, and his big belly heaved twice as he mocked.
"Happy? If you want to be happy, go find a woman. I'm not interested in men. I'm afraid there are no women who want to play with you, right? Some people spend their days drinking and pampering, and their organs are incomplete." Zhuo Yifan smiled evilly.
Then, he raised his middle finger to Zhuo Fei:
"Fat Zhuo, if that dick below you is as long as my middle finger, I will listen to you."
"Zhuo Yifan! How dare you insult me!" Zhuo Fei's teeth clenched together fiercely, making a crunching sound.
Being questioned about his ability as a man. Fatty Zhuo became furious, shook his fists, shook out red energy, and roared like thunder: "Zhuo Yifan! It seems that you want to be a waste for the rest of your life today! Then!
I will make it happen for you!"
Zhuo Fei laughed ferociously, moved his body, and punched out violently, which suddenly turned into claws and went straight to the vital point. It made a sound of tearing the air.
The servants who were watching closed their eyes, and even some maids screamed in shock. But no one dared to stop it, and they could not stop it.
"You want to trouble me even though you have some skills? I want to see how much your skills have improved!"
A claw struck, the strong wind blew across his face, and was about to hit the vital point. Zhuo Yifan lowered his waist and twisted into a strange posture. His body was extremely flexible, like a human spirit snake. His limbs seemed to be able to be completely relaxed, unlimited.
Expanded, full of tension. Just dodged Fatty Zhuo's attack.
To deal with Zhuo Fei's clumsy attack, "Dayan Tu" is nothing more than the best way to deal with it. There are also several graceful postures, which are like a fairy dancing, wearing flowers and picking leaves. In the surprised and confused eyes of everyone, Zhuo Fei actually got around.
Flying behind.
"Star Kick! Taurus!"
With one kick, he rolled up a stream of crimson energy and kicked Zhuo Fei towards his round butt.
Knock! The hip bone is shattered.
The power of the two elephants instantly kicked Zhuo Fei's huge weight of 220 kilograms away, and he rolled on the ground for a long time.
"Ah! My ass!"
Zhuo Fei's face changed drastically, and the next moment he let out a hysterical scream. He could neither stand nor sit. He was holding his round buttocks, almost going crazy with pain, and the muscles on his face were twisted into a ball.
However, it was only a short confrontation and Zhuo Fei was defeated.
He couldn't imagine how Zhuo Yifan, a guy who was a master of body training, could have such great power.
"Ahhh!" Zhuo Fei's painful howl almost spread throughout the Zhuo family's courtyard.
The whole square was silent for a moment!
The people around looked at this scene blankly, it was simply unbelievable. Everyone was frozen in place, and they could fit an apple in their mouths.
In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yifan rushed directly to Zhuo Fei, slapped him, and slapped him again.
The 220-pound fat body made another 360-degree rotation, and three or four bloody teeth flew out of Zhuo Fei's mouth. The severe pain made him faint completely.
"Zhuofei, I told you, I will beat you into a pig's head!"
Zhuo Yifan quietly stared at the lump of fat on the ground and sneered.
"Zhuo Yifan! You actually injured Master Zhuo Fei, do you want to die?"
"How dare you attack Master Zhuo Fei..."
"You trash, the Zhuo family's failure, I think you should be expelled from the Zhuo family!"
After a brief surprise, people from the Zhuo Wenzhan faction roared one after another, and the scene in the Zhuo Family Courtyard began to get extremely out of control. People from the Zhuo Wenzhan faction even pulled out their weapons from their waists.
In an instant, swords, swords, and shadows formed a chaotic mess, scaring the servants and maids into hiding far away.
"Damn, this is too much fun, isn't it? Are you copying someone?"
Seeing these cold and gleaming weapons, the servants and maids were all frightened.
At this moment, those right-wing elements of the Zhuo family who were smiling sinisterly formed a wave of benevolence and surrounded Zhuo Yifan, a total of fifty-five people!
A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhuo Yifan's mouth.
"So many people came together to besiege me? Do you really think highly of me?"
"You want to take advantage of the time when grandpa is discussing the gate of Blood Hell to injure me? Make me crippled for life?"
Zhuo Yifan glanced over, these guys were all monks who had achieved some level of body refining, and they were nothing to be afraid of!
After perfecting the body refining, how can the power of two images be comparable to those of these junior body refining monks who have the power of half an image and the great body refining monks who have the power of one image?
"You injured Master Zhuofei! You have to pay the price..."
A body-training master with a sinister face, a big mouth and a pointed nose, and a black mole between his eyebrows gritted his teeth and looked at Zhuo Yifan.
"Don't you know that in the Zhuo family, you can't show off to your direct descendants?" Zhuo Yifan glanced at the crowd around him and criticized.
"Are you scared? If you are, kneel down and bark like a dog and lick our shoes!"
"Yes! Then destroy your cultivation and get out of the Zhuo family!"
…
"I don't know whether to live or die! Star Dou Kick!"
Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed fiercely.
The power of the two elephants is so great!
His body flashed, and the red energy roared out, and he flew into the air to form a murderous arc, like a shining meteor.
Boom!
One by one, he kicked over two monks who had completed the body refining process. Everyone's eyes widened.
"Hmph! Even a bastard who is a little accomplished in body training dares to act wild with me!"
His cold eyes looked at everyone. Those people stared at the domineering Zhuo Yifan. They always felt something was different. Goosebumps trembled all over their bodies. They all felt Zhuo Yifan's murderous intention.
"How dare you copy me? You really don't want to live long!"
Zhuo Yifan's face was solemn and his eyebrows were furrowed. He looked at these people as if they were ants and waved to them. Now that he had two treasures, the magic pupil and the iron arm, his confidence was doubled.
"Do you all think you are strong? You are just a bunch of trash! Come on together, after I eliminate you right-wingers, I will go to the Gate of Blood Hell!"
"Zhuo Yifan, you think too highly of yourself, right? Aren't you just a master of body training? We also have five masters here. Hey, do you know that people who are overconfident often end up badly?
"
"Zhuo Yifan, a man who knows the current affairs is a hero. I think it's better for you to be a dog."
…
"Come on! Come on, all of you! Stop wasting my time by chirping here. No one is waiting at the gate of Blood Hell."
Zhuo Yifan put on his posture and waved at the ants in his eyes again.
"Everyone do it! Leave his body intact!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the right-wing disciple who took the lead raised his sword and slashed at Zhuo Yifan. One after another figures intertwined with each other in the light and shadow of the sword.
"Good time, just in time to test how hard my arms are!"
laugh!
Zhuo Yifan blocked it with his arm, then kicked the guard away. He was shocked to find that there were blood marks on his arm from a knife!
"Isn't the Iron Arm useless? How could it be? How could this ordinary weapon hurt the Iron Arm?"
He stared fiercely at the group of people rushing towards him, and then he realized that the magic eyes had no effect either.
"Haven't you mastered the method yet? Damn it, let's clean up this bunch of bastards first!"
Fortunately, he has perfected his body and possesses the skin of two elephants. In terms of hardness, ordinary weapons can do little damage to him.
"Die!"
Tsk!
A monk who had mastered body refining roared and slashed at Zhuo Yifan.
The knife was filled with strong energy and cut into Zhuo Yifan's arm. Blood instantly poured out along the edge of the knife.
Zhuo Yifan's pupils shrank violently. Seeing these menacing people, he became furious and stretched out his claws.
Click!
The power of the two elephants directly crushed the Dacheng monk's shoulder bones, causing the monk to grin and grin.
"You bastard, die!" Five or six more people rushed forward.
Whizzing!
Two fists flashing like silver snakes were blasted out with Gang Qi, and the dust around them was blown up crazily.
Zhuo Yifan didn't dodge, he stepped forward and punched out, one of them would fall down.
Either he will be seriously injured and die, or he will die forever.
The power of the two images of perfecting the body is not so easy to deal with!
As the disciples of the Zhuo family's body-refining stage fought, more and more wounds were left on Zhuo Yifan's body, and blood continued to pour out.
And he was completely enraged, like a bloody war god traveling through a forest of swords and a rain of swords, and he struck out ruthlessly without any scruples.
Everyone watching was dazzled. They didn't expect this rumored waste to be so powerful...
"Damn! Is this still the trash with a middle-grade soul? When did it become so powerful?"
"He is simply a murderer. He punches one person at a time. How could he improve so quickly? Didn't he just say that he is a great success?"
"The last soul quality test was definitely wrong! The second young master is a genius! Not a waste!"
…
The servants and maids began to change their views on Zhuo Yifan more or less.
He had no fear in the face of the sword, and with one strike he fell to the ground.
Who among the young people has such bravery?
In less than a stick of incense, these aggressive right-wingers all fell to the ground in a helter-skelter mess.
There were a total of fifty-five people, except for the five adults who were maimed by Zhuo Yifan, the rest were all turned into cold corpses.
"There is one last person..."
The gloomy gaze finally rested on the last young monk whose legs were weak with fear. The devil began to approach step by step.
"You...how could you have such a strong power!"
This disciple of the Zhuo family was so frightened by this tragic scene that he could not speak coherently and even lost control of his urine. The fishy smell spurted out directly from between his legs and could not be stopped no matter how hard he tried. The smelly liquid flowed all over the floor.
"Devil...you devil..."
His voice was trembling, and he kicked his legs back, his whole body too weak to exert any strength.
"Star kick, Taurus palace, Taurus prison kick!"
Zhuo Yifan's last kick immediately connected with the man's head. The man's brain was like a bomb. His brain matter burst out with a bang, and his head was kicked away by the strong energy. He hit the tree hard and died immediately.
"I've had enough of this kind of life... To tell you the truth, I have already reached the perfection of body refining. If you want to take action, then just go and die!"
"What! The body training is complete! You are actually perfect! No wonder you are so strong!" The Dacheng disciple who lost two legs looked extremely embarrassed.
The power of one elephant and the power of two elephants are simply bringing disgrace to oneself.
Zhuo Yifan snorted and looked at the devastated courtyard and the scattered corpses with a ferocious face. All kinds of pungent blood were mixed together, scaring the servants and maids to the point of peeing.
No one thought that Fatty Zhuo deliberately planned to destroy Zhuo Yifan, but he shot himself in the foot.
They miscalculated Zhuo Yifan's strength from the beginning!
In this melee, Zhuo Yifan's body suffered at least a hundred scars.
He himself did not expect that the transplanted iron arms and magic eyes would not work at all. If his strength had not improved and his defense had not improved, he would have become a dead soul under the sword.
No one dared to come forward. All they saw was Zhuo Yifan, whose face was extremely pale and breathing heavily. His heart seemed to be unable to withstand the blood pressure and was about to jump out at any moment.
Suddenly, he suddenly felt his arms trembling wildly and becoming extremely hot. The intense pain was like being torn apart, making his whole body feel confused. It was as if his body no longer belonged to him.
Boom!
And at the next moment, there was an explosion-like muffled sound from his two arms.
His two arms were as cold as ice, and his whole body was numb from the impact of these two waves.
Zhuo Yifan's seven orifices were filled with blood, and his eyes turned blood red. He glared at Zhuo Fei, who had fainted from the pain. His vision suddenly became blurry. Strong fatigue swept through his brain, and his body could no longer support the fatigue.