Chapter 1272: Come forward (seeking subscription monthly pass)

"Damn it!"
Tang Jingyu, who fell outside the ring, was supported by other disciples at this moment. Hearing the words of He Buyu and others, his face was pale and ugly. He didn't expect that he would lose, which made Shimen into an embarrassing situation.
Looking at the young man surnamed Fang on the ring, Tang Jingyu secretly clenched his fists.
"Why, doesn't Qing Xuefeng have any disciples who can fight?" On the stage, the young man surnamed Fang said calmly.
As soon as these words came out, many Qing Xuefeng disciples were furious and glared at him.
Even the older disciples were a little angry, because the other party deliberately didn't add the words "new entry disciple", but instead seemed to say that the entire Qing Xuefeng disciples were not good!
"Outrageous, big brother, let me go!"
A woman shouted angrily and stood up and said.
She is also an immortal who has just started, she is furious at the moment, and Bing Qing's pretty face is full of chills and anger.
Zhuang Bizhe also had a cold face, and he was silent when he heard the words of this little junior sister.
He knew that even Tang Jingyu had been defeated, and the others had just failed to go up.
only…
"Master, let me come!"
Another young man stood up, not a fairy, but a disciple who built a foundation. He was one of the most enlightened new students among the many beginner disciples. At this moment, he looked solemn and said: "Let me try the water first. Even if we lose, we must never lose without fighting!"
"That's right, count me, it's too underestimated!"
The other disciples were also filled with righteous indignation.
Zhuang Bizhe sighed secretly, glanced at the young man, nodded and said, "It's you, be careful."
The young man nodded, jumped into the deep ditch, and then jumped into the ring again, he said coldly: "I am not a fairy, I will meet you today!"
"Please." The youth surnamed Fang said indifferently.
The young man shouted angrily and quickly bullied himself up, showing good strength and skill, but soon, as he approached the young man surnamed Fang, he was shocked and flew out with a palm.
The young man retreated to the edge of the ring, gritted his teeth, and rushed up again, but this time, he was defeated to the ring without even seeing the skill of the young man surnamed Fang.
"Anything else?" The young man surnamed Fang with his hands folded, looking down at the people under the ring.
"I come!"
The angry woman before did not wait for Zhuang Bizhe's instructions, so she jumped up. Although her face was clear, but her personality seemed extremely hot, she rushed towards the youth surnamed Fang as soon as she took the stage.
"Senior women, huh!" A scorn flashed in the eyes of the young man surnamed Fang, easily avoiding the woman's attack, and then his figure flashed, turning into three afterimages, three palms in succession.
The woman dodged two palms, but was still hit, and suddenly coughed up blood and returned.
"If they are all at this level, I don't think there is any need to continue." The young man surnamed Fang said calmly.
Zhuang Bizhe's face was cold, and he squinted his eyes and said: "Little Junior Brother, you have just entered the teacher's door, you can understand that you are young and energetic, but I advise you to keep your sharp edge, too easy to break!"
The youth surnamed Fang's face changed slightly, and he glanced at him, but did not dare to reply for a while.
Facing Zhuang Bizhe's coercion, his heart trembled, and he couldn't raise the idea of ​​resistance.
"Brother Zhuang, it's not good to bully a little brother like that?" Why not say cold light flashing in his eyes.
Zhuang Bizhe said indifferently: "As a senior, I only teach the younger brothers how to behave in the world."
"I will teach you this, so I don't have to worry about Brother Zhuang. Brother Zhuang should first teach Qing Xuefeng's younger apprentices and sisters, otherwise there will be no one who can fight. It's a bit boring to learn from each other." Said.
Zhuang Bizhe's face was gloomy.
The other immortals were angry, and they had never been so humiliated since they worshipped the immortal gate.
"Hey."
Su Ping sighed and said, "I'll do it."
While speaking, he walked forward, with a little tiptoe, and his body fell lightly on the ring like a cloud.
"Um?"
Seeing Su Ping's figure, Zhuang Bizhe's eyes condensed. Although Su Ping did not jump out of the pit, he could already see his extraordinary skill with his hand without leaving a trace.
"That Junior Brother made a mistake, you have to go below before you can get on stage!"
"Could it be that you can't jump up from below?"
"Don't you even dare to climb the foundation? Brother Fang is going to bully people!"
Some of Mochizuki's new students all sneered.
On the contrary, the few old disciples and He Bulu didn't speak, they all saw Su Ping's extraordinary skill when he took the stage.
"interesting."
On the stage, the young man surnamed Fang raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't mind that Su Ping didn't jump up from the pit. He calmly said, "I hope you won't disappoint me like the previous ones..."
"that…"
Su Ping's words interrupted him. He looked around and said, "Or, let's go on together, otherwise it will appear that I am a bit bullying."
ha?
The audience was silent, and the needle drop was audible.
Everyone was staring, not only the many disciples of Mochizuki Peak, but also the many disciples of Qing Xuefeng, they were all dumbfounded.
They all suspected that they had heard it wrong.
Go together?
Do you want to die!
After a few seconds, a fierce anger burst out in the silence, coming from the disciple of Mochizuki Peak.
"Who is this guy, me!"
"The guy who pretends to be outrageous, even the guy who may not even be able to climb the ring, actually pretended to be here!"
"Where did he come up with a fool? Didn't he see Brother Fang's performance just now, or did he not understand?"
"Senior Brother Fang, beat him severely!"
Many Mochizuki disciples were irritated by Su Ping.
Qing Xuefeng's disciples had something to spit, but at this moment, seeing that Mochizuki's disciple was so angry, on the contrary, he felt a bit of joy. No matter how he wins or loses, at least he can see the other party being so angry.
"This guy..." Tang Jingyu couldn't help but shook his head slightly. Although Su Ping's words were very relieved, it was only a verbal advantage. He didn't believe that Su Ping could surpass him, and naturally he could not surpass the young man surnamed Fang.
"Going for death, idiot!" Ma Bo was angry and cursed in a low voice, still resenting and resenting Su Ping's previous slap.
"Did you know that it would be even more embarrassing to say such a big thing later when you lose?"
The young man surnamed Fang looked at Su Ping coldly, and slowly approached him. He planned to quickly defeat Su Ping by thunder means. This was the price of talking big.
"This is not a big talk, it is a fact." Su Ping said.
He glanced at Mu Xuefeng outside the ring, seeing the irritation and discomfort flashing in the opponent's eyes before, he chose to open his mouth to join the battle, otherwise he would blush even if he won the battle with these little guys.
"Well, why don't you come up too?" Su Ping said to the audience.
Why don't you just stunned, the other sneered disciples around were also stunned, and Su Ping's words were stunned by Lei again.
Is this guy really frustrated?
The disciples of Qing Xuefeng were also silent, looking at each other, all a little dumbfounded, feeling that Su Ping was a little crazy beyond imagination.
"Little Junior Brother, do you know what you are talking about?" Why not squint, whether Su Ping is demented or not, insulting him is intolerable.
"I know, if you all lose in this way, you will be more convinced to lose," Su Ping said.
Why not say that the blue veins on the forehead were raised, and he ignored Su Ping, and the other party's surnamed youth said, "Let him step down!"
The young man surnamed Fang nodded. He was about ten meters away from Su Ping at this moment. At this moment, he suddenly dashed forward, his figure was as fast as lightning. The distance of ten meters passed by just half a second, and the rain-like fist enveloped Su Ping, showing Stronger power, faster speed, and stronger murderous aura than before!
But the next moment, as soon as his figure approached Su Ping's three-meter range, he flew out at a faster speed.
Bang!
Flew straight out of the ring and fell to the ground.
This scene was too sudden and exceeded everyone's expectations. When the young man surnamed Fang landed, no one responded, so he could not catch him.
The many disciples of Qing Xuefeng who had looked at Su Ping with weird eyes earlier all looked straight.