Chapter 147: Tooth for tooth

"I know that your son was instigated by someone, right? The wine bag and rice bag headed by Zhao Xi and Zhao Yinge..." Zhu Tianguan said.
"Yes, yes, I only found out a few days ago that I will definitely let my Feijun sever ties with them in the future!" Gu He said hurriedly.
"What kind of wine bag and rice bag, Zhu Tianguan, do you just sit here without seeing this lady?" Madam Zhao said to Zhu Tianguan with a straight face.
"Mrs. Zhao Qin, whether you are here or not, your son is a wine bag and rice bag, so we don't need to engage in a meaningless argument?" Zhu Tianguan laughed.
This sentence almost didn't carry Mrs. Zhao Qin back! !
"Zhu Tianguan, what is it for you to insult the royal family in public like this?" Madam Zhao Qin said angrily for a long time.
"Of course there are people in the royal family who are worthy of respect, but there are also wine and rice bags and some surnamed shrews." Zhu Tianguan continued.
"Who do you say is a shrew surnamed Cun, you...you..." Mrs. Zhao Qin said incoherently, her face was red and black!
"Ma'am, ma'am, don't argue with such a rude person, the main reason is that you can't tell him, so let's go sit there, sit there, calm down, eat some watermelon to relieve the heat." Hao Yong said hurriedly.
Hao Yong helped Mrs. Zhao Qin who had passed out quickly, and went to another tent against the big sun.
Gu He, the vice-master of Qizong, was even more restless. He wanted to plead for his son, but he didn't know what to say to convince Zhu Tianguan.
"Brother Gu, your path is narrow, why can't you believe that I, Zhu Tianguan, have to take refuge in those pedantic, ignorant, and moth-like old forces?" Zhu Tianguan patted Gu He on the shoulder and turned to face Walk down the palace wall.
"I wish the sect master, I wish the sect master, my son is stupid, and I have been instructed by others. Please don't take this matter to heart. There are not many people in our chess sect who inherit the power of this god. For the sake of such a decline, when the net is open, he will definitely come to apologize in the future, and he will definitely..." Gu He was chasing Zhu Tianguan, his body was about to bow under his stomach.
"Why didn't I know that he was instigated by someone?" Zhu Tianguan sighed lightly, stopped and turned to Gu He. Before Gu He's face eased, Zhu Tianguan looked coldly." But an adult son, without his own judgment, followed a group of mischievous imperial capitals to do some bullying. They have a solid background and can still save their lives. What about your son? What does he have? Over the years, you have bowed down. To please the major forces and finally accumulate some contacts, Zong Lin has also improved, but in the end he congratulated me on the heavenly official and the door to me, without the slightest respect from the heart."
When Gu He heard these words, the whole person froze there, the sky was clear and the sky was rolling like thunder, making Gu He feel that everything he worked so hard to manage was completely collapsed because of this sentence!
"I wish the master, I wish the master, please raise your hands high, please raise your hands high, please raise your hands high..." Gu He lay on the ground and kept shouting in the direction where Zhu Tianguan left!
At the golden tent on the palace wall, there were many powerful figures, and their eyes fell on the humble dog Gu He.
Some people are puzzled.
Someone sneered.
Some are indifferent.
But no one was willing to come forward to persuade Gu He, and no one came up to help him from the burning sun.
Zhu Tianguan left, Gu He raised his eyes, his pupils were moist and flushed.
He looked at the nobles in the golden tent, looked at their irrelevant faces, and was angry for a while.
...
On the bronze battlefield, Qi Zong Gu Feijun still had a gloomy expression. He was unwilling to know that his Zonglin no longer existed.
He still wanted to win, he loudly ordered the dragon shepherds in his formation, delusional to use the advantage of the formation to carry out a powerful attack.
But his formation was suppressed by Shenmu Qingshenglong's thriving realm, and he didn't have any fighting ability at all.
A man in white came slowly from the dense forest.
Those extremely dangerous vines, moss flowers, and rhizomes all gave way to a path, as if they were also controlled by this person's mind.
"I wish you a bright future!" Gu Feijun stared at him in disgust.
"Chess?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Yes!" Gu Feijun said.
"Members of the Huangshao Gang?" Zhu Minglang asked next.
"What kind of emperor's gang, I just can't understand you as a tyrannical person. The power is so powerful, life and death are up to you, just because someone else accidentally injured your brother, he threatened to commit murder in the mourning hall. Fadu is in sight!" Gu Feijun said awe-inspiringly.
"Oh, it turns out that my brain is not working well." Zhu Minglang commented lightly when he heard his words.
The most important thing for chess masters is wisdom.
Gu Feijun's brain is really not worthy of being a chess master.
For those with bad brains, Zhu Minglang can keep him alive.
But try to spend the rest of your life on the bed!
Zhu Minglang didn't need to open the net because of his opponent's stupidity. After all, he didn't think about how dangerous his situation would be when he set this game to kill ten sub-arrays.
The feathers are like blades, flying wantonly, forming a powerful blade feather storm all over Zhu Minglang in white clothes.
With Zhu Minglang's hand raised, the phantom feather flew to the chess master Gu Feijun, densely packed, fierce and terrifying!
These storm phantom feathers accurately avoided Gu Feijun’s vitals, cut off his hand and hamstring, cut off his elbow, cut off his fingers, cut his thighs, and cut his back. Cut his calf...
"what!!!!!!"
Gu Feijun's miserable and painful cry echoed throughout the bronze battlefield.
He seems to be delayed, but every part of his body is complete.
Every joint in his body has been cut, muscles and bones cut off, but the key points are avoided...
The storm phantom feather whirled, hovered again after flying out, and returned to Zhu Minglang's side. It was still clean and white without a drop of blood donated.
Zhu Minglang turned around and didn't bother to look at the paralyzed man.
At this time, a Jielong lurking nearby came out, choosing Zhu Minglang's perfect opportunity to just take back the storm phantom feather, and directly attacked the dragon shepherd himself.
Zhu Minglang's white clothes suddenly rose up, and his figure floated out dozens of meters like a ghost. The Jay Dragon's claws fell into the sky, and he was angrily chasing Zhu Minglang, but Zhu Minglang calmly used this ghostly clothing to avoid him. Na Jielong didn't even touch Zhu Minglang's clothes.
"Bang!!!"
Suddenly, the Silverwood Giant Demon Guard stepped on it, and that Jielong didn't have time to react, he was trampled directly into a pool of fleshy mud!
When Jielong died, a scream sounded from the vines not far away. It should be that a certain dragon animal husbandry was suffering from the pain of the death of the dragon beast's soul.
"Take it away." Zhu Minglang said to the silver fir troll guard.
The Silver Pine Demon Guard moved towards there, and soon the fearful scream of the dragon shepherd came out.
Whether that person is alive or dead, Zhu Minglang doesn't care at all.
In short, these people who besieged themselves, Zhu Minglang would not show any mercy to them.
Those silver cedar seeds buried in the soil were getting more and more dressed, and a few silver cedar guards appeared in this thriving place, and these silver cedar guards followed Zhu Minglang.
Wherever Zhu Minglang went, they would kill those dragons and beasts.
If it encounters a main-level monster, the silver cedar troll guard will take action. Under the siege of other silver cedar demon guards, even the main-level dragon beast can't stand it.
"Either the dragon dies or you die, you choose yourself." Zhu Minglang said coldly.
A main-level dragon shepherd who doesn't know what power he has is a Sky-Splitting Dragon, whose strength is considered strong in this second round of battlefield, a true lower-level main-level.
The Silver Cedar Troll struggled with it for a long time, but in the end it still couldn't hold back more and more Silver Cedar Demon Guards from joining the siege.
The man wanted to take the Sky-Splitting Dragon back into the spiritual realm, and wanted to escape the dense forest woven by the Shenmu Qingshenglong, but Zhu Minglang would not let him retreat!
"Don't deceive people too much!!" The young man glared at each other.
"It turns out I was deceiving others..." Zhu Minglang sneered.
Whether it is right or wrong, this kind of rubbish, the pain at the moment of death may not make him and the others fully realize.
It is better to kill them all, and then make people crippled. Only in the humiliation of being unable to take care of themselves, will they gradually understand what they are doing today!
Of course, he is not the only one who has become disabled and paralyzed. There are ten of them today. They can live in the same nursing home in the future and exchange more information about their illness. They will not be lonely for the rest of their lives.
If someone finally thinks it through, is able to hug other people and weep bitterly, and regret it, it is not in vain to wish Minglang good intentions to save their lives today!
"Bai Qi, go around and see if there are any fish that slip through the net, don't leave one!" Zhu Minglang said to Xiao Bai Qi.
Xiaobai Qi jumped off Zhu Minglang's shoulder.
It harvests these dragons and beasts faster. For it, all the dragons and beasts trapped in this dense forest are just prey that it ravages at will.
The figure rushed into the dense forest that covered the sky and the sun, Bingchen Bailong killed cleanly, and screamed in horror everywhere he passed...
Outside the bronze battlefield, the battle continued.
Those dragon shepherds and gods and mortals, most of them stop at the end, and when they find that they are lost, they will take the initiative to leave the battlefield and retreat beyond the boundaries.
The dense forest area that had not been awakened by this sacred tree blue sacred dragon had evolved into the purest killing.
There were more and more silver fir demon guards, killing those dragon beasts.
Shenmu Qingshenglong looked down from a high altitude, and its battle in the air had also ended. Six flying dragons, including the main-level Wind Fiend Dragon, were all killed by it.
And the scattered dragons and beasts in its dense forest spiritual realm are more like chickens, carrying their masters looking for the exit of the dense forest maze, but only a little bit of fear of approaching is greeted by them.
...
In addition to thriving, Lu Bin of the Canglong Temple was shocked.
He thought that Zhu Minglang would be more ill-fortuned, and he was always struggling whether he should interfere with this extremely wicked channeling behavior.
But before he could make a decision, Shenmu Qingshenglong had already shown his might.
Those who are fierce and auspicious have become the people of chess sect and those who pass through the dragon herder.
"This wish is clear, so cruel, and killed all the dragons and beasts of those people. Fortunately, I left the scene early that day." Fu Jinchen said with lingering fear.
"Women, you are wrong. That day, his black tyrannosaurus, no matter how fierce it is, did not kill any dragon beast that was lost in battle. But today, he is killing me... It seems that these children are responsible for their own sake. A good power competition, each fighting each other, but they colluded with such a despicable act to deal with one person on the field!" said the elder of the Canglong Temple.
"It turned out to be like this, a tooth for a tooth, but fortunately, the brother did not take advantage of the danger, otherwise I am afraid that he will end up." Fu Zhenzhen said.
"Hmph, he wants to be such a bastard, he deserves it if he died," said the elder of the Canglong Temple.
...
The dense forest gradually dissipated, leaving only a spot of red blood red moss.
Zhu Minglang walked out of the corpses of the dragons, and all the silver fir demon guards stood behind him, like loyal and ancient guards.
They are tall and towering, and standing there gives people a powerful oppressive force.
Shenmu Qingshenglong stood on the shoulders of the silver cedar troll guard, looking down on the bronze battlefield.
A green light, sacred and majestic, as long as it gives an order, all the silver cedar demon guards can trample on all the battles in the bronze battlefield.
However, unlike in the first round, Zhu Minglang stood in place and did not step into other places on the battlefield.
This greatly relieved the children of the forces on the entire bronze battlefield.
Today, Zhu Minglang still wants to clear the field like before. No matter how hard they struggle, they can never enter the next round.
Zhu Minglang, that area is basically empty...
No one dared to move half a step there anymore, and getting close to it is probably more terrifying than being out of bounds.
Anyway, Zhu Minglang only occupies one spot, and everyone acquiesces that Zhu Minglang has entered the next round. It is a blessing if this Buddha doesn't have other ideas for them!
Daguan Pavilion.
In the place covered by the white gauze, Zhao Yinge was sitting there like an iceberg, his eyes could not stop the anger burning!
Why is this guy, the sword repair is gone, still so difficult.
"Yo, Xiaoshizi, your legs and feet are so indifferent, you still don't forget to come to see my battlefield performance of Zhu Minglang live and live." Zhu Minglang's voice suddenly came from the battlefield.
The thin white gauze curtain seemed to be unable to stop Zhu Minglang's gaze.
Zhu Minglang's eyes were staring at the people in the Grand View Pavilion.
When Zhao Yinge heard these words, the whole person was even more terrible.
"Look at the situation of Xiaoshizi~EbookFREE.me~ I am afraid that there will be some outstanding engineer who has created a pair of flexible and comfortable prostheses for Xiaoshizi. I wonder if it is more used than before?" Zhu Minglang continued.
Hearing these words, Zhao Yinge's anger felt like it was about to rush out of the white gauze curtain in the Daguan Pavilion! !
The others stood by and felt that Zhao Yinge exuded a terrible aura!
Prosthesis? ?
The youngest son of the royal family, does Zhao Yinge use a prosthesis? ?
No wonder he is wearing a big brocade robe in such a hot day. Is this unwilling to let others see that his hands and feet are different from others? ?
"I wish Minglang!!!" Zhao Yinge's face was about to be twisted together.
"My brother's life is not enough to be repaid by a small number of people. Xiaoshizi, it is best not to let me know that you are related to this matter, otherwise I wish Minglang this time it is not only your hands and feet!!"
In front of everyone, Zhu Minglang smiled and said to this distinguished royal son!