Chapter 1173: Xianwu Controversy (2)

　　 After Qian Youwei's accusation, Zhao Qing, Luo Zi and others looked slightly embarrassed.
　　 "Compared to the Xianmen's order to solve the sword stone and the stranger not to enter, our Wumen made a flight in Heyang City that is not allowed to fly. This is nothing."
　　 Qian Youwei continued to choke.
"Huh, a group of immortal cubs, their minds are really bad. It's a simple matter. They have to make some moths." Zhu Yinghong is different from Qian Youwei. He went straight to each other and directly broke the other party's purpose. "If you want to challenge Wumen, just say it straight? We Wumen all like to learn from each other, and you are very welcome to come and challenge."
　　 Qi Xiaosheng glanced at Zhu Yinghong again, and found that Zhu Yinghong's eyes were shining brightly, with an expression of eagerness.
　　 "This guy seems to be a fighting madman."
　　 Qi Xiaosheng muttered.
　　 Zhu Yinghong's voice fell, Zhao Qing, Luo Zi and others were immediately ecstatic.
They just wanted to provoke, and they also have to account for a word of reason. After all, Wumen currently has a deep relationship with the three sects, Qingyunmen, Tianyin Temple, and Ghost Kingzong, the leader of the immortal Dao. The martial ancestor of Wumen is still the master of immortality. Identity, they are not easy to tear their faces.
　　 just appeared on the stage and was choked by Qian Youwei, they ignored it, it didn't matter if Zhu Yinghong said this.
　　 "Since my Wumen brothers are so warlike, then we Xianmen will not be cowardly and fearful." Zhao Qing said, "We are younger disciples at the same time, so it's just like a try."
　　 "Yes, the older generation knows it, and the strength is strong. After the shot is too powerful, casualties are unavoidable. Our strength is low, only when we click, we don't have to worry about death."
　　 Luo Zi also said quickly.
　　 "There is so much nonsense, I fight as I want, and I have never been afraid of anyone in Wumen."
　　 Zhu Yinghong said very arrogantly.
　　 "Well, let's discuss it.
　　 Just right, there are many people here, so that everyone can see and see, whether it is the powerful immortal method or the powerful martial skill of Wumen. "
　　 Zhao Qing said without showing weakness.
"Well, my name is Zhu Yinghong, a disciple of the inner sect of Wumen. The strength is not considered the strongest in the younger generation of Wumen. Who of you will fight me?" Zhu Yinghong walked out immediately, his face full of excitement, fighting Desire climbed wildly.
　　 Although there are many immortal gates, there are not many immortal disciples, and they live in the deep mountains and forests all year round, and rarely appear. Zhu Yinghong was originally a fighting madman, but also the first time to fight with the immortal disciples.
　　 "Zhu Yinghong?"
　　 Zhao Qing and others looked at each other.
　　The strength of Wumen is not weak. They came to Wumen to challenge, not just at the beginning, but to investigate the information of the younger generation of Wumen disciples in advance.
　　Zhu Yinghong, the disciple of Wumen Xiaotiezuzu, is ranked in the top ten among the three generations of Wumen disciples, which should not be underestimated.
　　 Of course, Zhao Qing and others are not afraid at all.
　　 They are also outstanding in their respective schools, absolute elite geniuses.
　　 "How is it? Who is on?"
　　 "This is the first game. You must not lose. You must send someone with absolute strength."
　　 "It's easy to win. After all, the martial artist is just a stronger person at this stage. We all have flying swords to protect us, and we can fly into the air and remain invincible.
　　 It’s just that if you want to win glory, it’s not easy. "
　　……
　　 Everyone discussed, and finally, Luo Zi and Zhao Qing were not sent.
　　 Among them, the strongest are the two, and among the martial arts elites, the strongest has not yet appeared, so Luo Zi and Zhao Qing certainly can't make a move.
　　 So, Xianmen sent a third strong man.
This person also came from the Hehuan Sect, and her name was Zhou Ling. She was a young girl in red. There was a string of bells on the girl’s waist. The girl jumped out, with an innocent expression and a bell on her waist. There was also a jingle and jingle, which also brought out the cuteness of the girl.
"Brother Zhu, let me come in this battle. My name is Zhou Ling. I was forced out by the master. My strength is very average. Brother Zhou should be lighter in his shots. Don't hurt others. They only need to fight for a while. Just have an explanation with the master."
　　 Zhou Ling played with the ends of the ponytail with her right hand, with a timid expression before fighting. First release www.(x81zw)m./x81zw/
　　 Zhu Yinghong frowned and said, "Then change someone. I don't like fighting with a little girl."
　　 "That won't work. I was elected. I will retreat before fighting. After I go back, the elders of the division will punish me.
　　 Please, Brother Zhu, fight with me first. "
　　 Zhou Ling was pleading.
　　 Zhao Qing and others all backed up, not going to replace Zhou Ling.
　　 "This Wumen brother, the little girl is begging you, what else do you want?"
　　 "That's right, this little girl was forced by the master to come out for experience, so you can help, do some tricks with her, and then let the little girl surrender."
　　 "Are the warriors all have a tendon, don't you know how to work?"
　　……
　　 Some people queuing around to sign up and preparing to join Wumen pleaded.
　　 This is not their nympho, but unknowingly, it was affected by the bell on Zhou Ling's waist.
　　 The bell on Zhou Ling's waist is a magic weapon that can hypnotize the enemy's mind without knowing it, so that the enemy can be tricked without knowing it. It is very insidious.
　　 Zhu Yinghong saw it, but he was helpless, and said, "In that case, then you are."
Zhu Yinghong's voice fell, with his hands into fists, without the slightest intention of mercy from his subordinates. He directly attacked Ssangyong to go out to sea and directly hammered Zhou Ling's swollen chest~EbookFREE.me~ This pair of fists was punched out with a dull sound of thunder , Full of energy.
　　 Zhou Ling also never expected Zhu Hongying to say that he would do it, and there was no pity for Xiangyu.
　　 saw the big fist of the casserole hit, if it hits her chest, she must discount her ribs.
As a result, she repeatedly squeezed Fajue in her hand, winds under her feet, squeaked, and quickly retreated, but this was still half a step too late. Zhu Yinghong's speed was too fast, her feet changed, and she displayed martial arts unique steps, no better than immortality. The art of imperial wind is slow.
Jingle Bell.
　　 At the moment of crisis, the bell on Zhou Ling's waist rang lightly and flew directly, turning into a basin-sized bronze elixir, blocking her chest.
　　 Dang.
　　 Zhu Yinghong's fists hit the bell fiercely, and the arrogant force knocked the bell upside down, hitting Zhu Ling's chest, and the painful Zhu Ling snorted and backed back again and again.
　　 Zhu Ling stepped back, rubbing her swollen chest with her hands, her face full of pain. The fastest computer terminal of the new 81 Chinese website: https://www.@x81zw@@
　　 "You...you are so bad, you hit someone on the chest."
　　 Zhou Ling suddenly showed an aggrieved look of weeping.
　　 "Yes, it's shameless to hit the little girl in the chest."
　　 "Look at the swelling of the little girl's chest."
　　 "Nonsense, it was originally swollen."
　　 Everyone has blamed and made fun of.