Chapter 1915: You are a big bale

"Master Bai Huxiao's Tiangong is really admirable!"
"Yes! He can practice to the fifth in such a short period of time, and he is really better than us."
"If Zhang Xing didn't have the skills of Xiaotian Gong, I'm afraid he would be defeated!"
"How can he have it, Xiao Tiangong was taught by the Lord Sovereign, or it is a god-level exercise."
"Zhang Xing is a little irritable. If another fifty or sixty years later, he may be eligible to challenge Master."
"..."
Several other true disciples who had not been challenged, whispered with ease.
Deputy Sovereign Messi (Lu) showed an admiring look and nodded slightly at Yin Donglou.
Heibao sat next to him and didn't go to see the fight. He looked at the sky for a while and looked at the ground for a while.
Anyway, it is uncomfortable (sh 身 n).
"Heibao, who do you think will win?"
Messi was also uncomfortable with Heibao's ADHD.
Regardless of the outcome of the duel between Zhang Xing and Yin Donglou, neither of them will die.
So he has nothing to worry about.
Find a topic to talk to Heibao, he is uncomfortable.
"Of course it's my boss!"
Heibao didn't even think about it, he opened his mouth.
As for the title of Zhang Xing, he didn't care much.
Bai Huzong knows that Zhang Xing is their boss. Except for some formal occasions, he still likes to be the boss.
Messi sounded a little awkward, and even felt a little funny.
One of your deputy masters calls his disciple boss. Those who don't know think Zhang Xing is the suzerain.
But Heibao was happy to cry, and he couldn't help it.
"Oh? Are you so confident in Zhang Xing?"
Messi asked for a curious look.
"Wrong! It's not that I have confidence in the boss, but that the boss is so (strong), invincible under the divine realm!"
Someone talked to Hei Baoyu, he didn't move anymore, turned his head, and started talking proudly.
"Lao Mo, let me tell you this ..."
Heibao couldn't stop with a single mouth, and he didn't care if Messi (Ai i) or (Ai i) listened.
"Old ink ..."
I heard Heibao's familiar style of pro (Re r), Mexi's face (color) is dark, you are terrific, thick-skinned, admire!
They were chatting hotly, and they were playing the same on the ring.
Tigers! Tiger jump! Tiger flutter! Tiger catch!
Zhang Xing stepped back four steps in this four-type aggressive attack.
Yin Donglou smiled smugly.
This is just the beginning, I see when you can retreat!
Zhang Xing is not without the ability to fight back.
I just want to see how powerful this so-called Bai Huxiao Tiangong is.
Seeing the ten true disciples talking about the arrogance of Xiao Tiangong, Zhang Xing was curious.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Xing shook his head and sighed.
"Gongfa is good, just a pity ... hey!"
"What a pity? Don't hide too, it's a man who makes a positive comparison with me!"
Yin Donglou's forehead, which could not be attacked for a long time, was sweating.
He was calm, but a little irritable after five minutes.
Zhang Xing didn't even move half a finger, and he didn't hit Zhang Xing with half a finger.
No matter how much effort is used or the speed is maximized, Zhang Xing is like the wind.
You don't move, the wind doesn't move.
As soon as you move, you can feel the wind moving.
If Xiao Tiangong's condolence white tiger roared out of the blood, then Zhang Xing is the wind.
The wind is everywhere and everywhere!
You (qiang qiang) he (qiang qiang)!
"Unfortunately you are a big straw bag!"
Zhang Xing shook her head, (body sh n) flashed, and avoided a tiger claw again!
"you……"
Yin Donglou didn't know how to refute, and his face (color) became as red as a pig's liver.