"It turns out that he is the same race as that boy Liu Guanyu. No wonder he is so wretched and black-hearted!"
Hearing this, Luo Zheng's eyes became fiercer and he smiled fiercely, "Hmph, it doesn't matter your literary appearance or your situation, if you dare to go astray, I won't be able to save you even if the King of Heaven comes!"
Bang!
The green vitality created by Wen Xiang exploded under the pressure of the mountains, and his body was knocked out.
Both of his arms were broken instantly, and the bones were exposed.
"You're a lowly bitch, you're too courageous. Aren't you afraid of death?"
Wen Xiang was shocked and angry, his whole body was shaking with pain, and he roared.
"Old dog, you still dare to curse!"
Luo Zheng sneered, the flag shook, and mountains flew out one after another, smashing into Wen Xiang, breaking his bones one by one, and screaming incessantly.
"Master Wen Xiang is going to be beaten to death!"
Everyone around him was stunned.
This Wen Xiang was an important minister of the two dynasties, a high-ranking official who studied heaven and earth. He was highly respected and had extremely strong cultivation. Yet he was beaten so violently that he was even worse than a dog!
However, Luo Zheng didn't care at all. He moved fiercely and hit him to death.
"How cruel! This Luo Zheng is simply too terrifying. The young master of the Zhao family dares to kill him, and even Prime Minister Wen dares to beat him. He is not afraid of anyone!"
"This son Luo Zheng is indeed as bold as a fighter, but this Wenxiang is too unkind. Luo Zheng is already worthless in the Hall of Hundreds of Wars, and he wants to help Elder Zhao kill Wang Nian. Who can let him go?"
I can’t bear it!”
Everyone whispered, and no one tried to persuade him.
Baishan Banner is too terrifying. With Luo Zheng's ferocious nature, if he is taken as the one who pulls the strings, he will inevitably get another beating!
Luo Zheng waved the Baishan flag continuously, beating Wen Xiang until blood spurted out, and all his bones were broken. He sneered, "Old dog, I asked you to sidetrack me. How about it? Do you still dare to do it now?"
Wen Xiang was dying, covered with bruises, and said tremblingly: "Little beast, I will definitely make you suffer the consequences!"
"Hehehehehe!"
When Luo Zheng heard this, he couldn't help but smile sinisterly and glanced at Wang Nian.
I saw the eldest elder of the Zhao family, whose face was covered in blood, holding a sword in his hand and performing a set of sword skills so fiercely that he beat Fatty Wang back repeatedly.
"Fat man, I'll give you the Baishan flag. Give that old guy a hard whip and don't let him escape!"
Luo Zheng shouted and threw the Hundred-Handed Flag to Wang Nian.
Wang Nian took over the banner and was shocked. He still didn't use his vitality. He used a big clan gun as a long spear and swept it directly towards the elder of the Zhao family.
The power of this middle-grade treasure is countless times more powerful than that of the lower-grade treasure. Its power is astonishing!
"Haha, you are indeed a good baby!"
The sword rays were swept into pieces by Wang Nian.
He laughed again and again, braved the sword's energy, and drove straight in.
"Old guy, take a stick from Fatty!"
In the blink of an eye, the fat man rushed in front of the eldest elder of the Zhao family, raised a flag pole, and clapped over with a rumble.
The Zhao family was shocked and quickly blocked the situation with the sword in their hands.
Click!
I don’t know what material the Baishan Flag is made of. Although it has no edge, it is extremely hard. When the sword hits it, it breaks instantly.
"My treasure!"
Elder Zhao was so distressed that the Baishan Clan tore apart a piece of void in an instant and slapped him hard on the body.
Crackling! Crackling!
The body of the eldest elder of the Zhao family made a sound like fried beans, with countless bones broken. He was held in Wang Nian's hand like a ball of mud.
Bang bang!
Minister of Literature Liu Tianming and the eldest elder of the Zhao family were thrown together. Luo Zheng and Wang Nian crossed their arms and looked at the two miserable people with mocking expressions on their faces.
Fortunately, these two old guys were both at the Refining Realm. If anyone else had been beaten like this, they would have died long ago.
"You little bastard, if you have the guts, beat grandpa to death, otherwise, you will be dead!"
Wen Xiang stared at Luo Zheng and the two of them fiercely and shouted loudly.
"Oh, I didn't expect this old bastard to be very tough and not afraid of death. Boss, how do you think we should deal with them?"
Wang Nian squinted his eyes and smiled.
"If you're not afraid of death, what else can you do?"
Luo Zheng winked at the fat man with a look of helplessness on his face.
"I think they are quite pitiful. They have lost a lot of blood. If they continue to use it up, they may die. A dip in the urine of the old boys here is a great tonic. How about letting them replenish it?"
Wang Nian said with a serious face.
puff!
puff!
As soon as Wang Nian finished speaking, the two old men each spurted out a blood arrow and their whole bodies trembled. If they were fed shit in front of so many people, it would be worse than killing them!
They are all respectable people. If they are humiliated like this, even the families behind them will not be able to hold their heads high.
"Isn't this bad? Although these two old men are not kind, we can't do this."
Luo Zheng shook his head and pondered.
The two old men looked relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.
Prime Minister Wen didn't dare to scream anymore. Fatty Wang's idea was too vicious and could make people worse than death.
"Well, they are used to being shameless anyway, so just take off their clothes and find a place to hang them for three days and three nights."
Luo Zheng glanced at the two old men and said seriously.
puff!
puff!
After Luo Zheng said this, the two old guys spurted blood again, and then fainted and fell unconscious.