Chapter 92: You are the one who smokes

Huo Ping originally thought it was Zhou Ji who beat Tang Ao, but he was shocked by Tang Ao's punch and knew they had hit a nail.
Tang Ao walked up to Zhou Ji indifferently, sat down on Zhou Ji's body in full view, and held the soles of his shoes against Zhou Ji's swollen face.
"Let you curse!"
"Didn't your mother teach you to be civilized?"
"Have your elder taught you to be polite?"
Tang Ao was pumping and preaching, the popping face and Tang Ao's preaching one after another, there was an inexplicable sense of rhythm.
The crowd outside the gate was shocked by this scene, "Is there still this kind of play?" It can be said that Tang Ao's behavior today completely subverted the crowd's view of those sect disciples.
This! This! Isn't this a rascal? ? ?
He Lin Dingbo and the others looked at a black line, covering their faces as if they didn't know Tang Ao. There is no such thing as a fight against people, either with martial arts, or with weapons, and there is no use of soles.
It is estimated that the fifth elders are here, and they have to kick Tang Ao his ass.
Huo Ping's forehead was already bulging, and he couldn't bear his anger. This is not only Zhou Ji, but also the face of Ruthless Sect. The elite disciple of the ruthless sect, the martial artist at the peak of the body forging stage, was actually slammed by the sole of the martial artist who was a little lower than himself. It is estimated that his mother will almost never recognize this face, it is a pig head.
"enough!"
With a slap in the face, Huo Ping became completely angry, jumped off the floor, and kicked Tang Ao's back. The real essence on his feet was surging, it was obvious that the real fire was moved, and he wanted to put Tang Ao to death.
The crowds onlookers at the door shrank their necks in fright, hiding far away, for fear of hurting themselves. On the floor, Ah Da and Ding Bo guarded He Lin behind them so as not to catch the aftermath.
"You are a seven-year-old man, you are so embarrassed to shoot at a junior!" Tang Ao cursed, while using Xuan Min's legs, suddenly exerting force, jumped out of Hoping's attack path.
Seeing this fall, Huo Ping didn't chase after him, and hurriedly passed Zhenyuan to Zhou Ji to stabilize his injury. Zhou Ji's soul was frustrated, and Tang Ao's face was drawn dozens of times. He was dying, and there were bursts of blood on his swollen sausage lips.
"Tang Ao! You look at it (seeking death)!" Zhou Ji, who had just recovered from the transfer of some true essence, pointed at Tang Ao and yelled again, but because his teeth were knocked out, his speech was vague. .
"What?" Tang Ao pretended to be deaf, and squeezed the soles of the shoes in his hands, "What did you say? The deity didn't hear clearly, you say it again." As he said, he deliberately approached Zhou Ji who was recovering.
Seeing the soles of Tang Ao's hands, Zhou Ji shuddered all over, turning his eyes and fainting again. It is estimated that being beaten by Tang Ao, Zhou Ji left a lifelong psychological shadow.
"Tang Ao! You're enough! I'll report this to the Zongmen. Wait for the ruthless sect's sanction!" Huo Ping carried Zhou Ji on his back, and didn't forget to warn Tang Ao.
Tang Ao curled his mouth in disdain, "Welcome! This deity will greet you with the warmest soles."
"Hmph! The advantage of your tongue!" Huo Ping turned around and left without taking a shot at Tang Ao because of face. Zhou Ji was beaten and disabled. The Ruthless Sect had insufficient manpower in Water Pearl City, and Huo Ping needed Zongmen to send another group of disciples to assist him.
Seeing that the two most powerful assistants ran away, He Yuanjun suddenly became a little flustered. Taking advantage of Tang Ao and the others' attention, he quietly walked down the stairs and slipped towards the hall door.
"Where is the son going?" Tang Ao sat at a dining table, casually playing with the soles of his hands, playing dust from time to time.
He Yuanjun was stunned suddenly, his body was trembling, he turned around and put on the posture of everybody, and said: "Warning, my son can..." Poor He Yuanjun, he hasn't finished his words, a black The shadow came whizzing.
"Snapped!"
With a fragile sound, He Yuanjun's figure flew out of the gate and fell heavily to the ground, dust everywhere. A shoe fell from the air and fell on He Yuanjun's body.
Tang Ao's lukewarm voice came from the hall, "Go away! If you find trouble again in the future, the deity will teach you how to be a human being."
He Yuanjun clutched the swollen half of Lao Gao's face, pushed aside the crowd and hurriedly fled, "You wait for this son."
He Lin was happy for a while. He has been bullied by several brothers. Today, he finally raised his eyebrows and exhaled. It was a refreshing one, and he greeted Ah Da, "Bring in Young Master Tang's shoes."
Ah Da and Ding Bo erected a black line again, shook their heads with a wry smile, walked down the floor and picked up Tang Ao's shoes.
Tang Ao sat on the table, took the sole of the shoe that Ah Da handed over, and patted the dust, "Oh! Some people! It's cheap! You have to beat him hard to remember."
He Lin and others were speechless again. Using the soles of the shoes to pump people, these people are really big girls sitting on the sedan chair. See you for the first time.
"Young Master Tang is resting here, but He Lin will bear all the food and expenses."
"Okay! Someone who is looking for troubles, come to me directly. The deity will take care of it first, and tomorrow will help you compete for the city lord." Tang Ao faintly replied, returning to the room without looking back, and continued to comprehend.
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"Asshole!"
"Trash! It's all trash! Whoops!" He Yuanjun pointed at Huo Ping in front of him and yelled, but he accidentally pulled the wound on his face and took a breath of pain.
Huo Ping was also very aggrieved. He wanted to trouble Tang Ao, but Zhou Ji was rubbed against the ground by Tang Ao. If he hadn't treated him in time, even if Zhou Ji recovered from his injury, it was estimated that his cultivation would regress. That's the case, Zhou Ji was beaten like that, not going out to meet people without recuperating for a month or two.
Now he was even more scolded and cursed by a secular disciple who didn't know the heights of the sky. If the sect hadn't stipulated that he would help He Yuanjun win the position of city lord with all his strength, he would be promoted to the official position. He now wants to slap him to death.
"You speak! Why stare at me like this? You want to rebel!" Seeing Huo Ping staring at him fiercely, with a fierce light in his eyes, there was a trace of fear in his heart. Then he thought about his identity and became bold again.
"Yes! The son! I don't know what plans the son has next!" Huo Ping gritted his teeth with anger. If his eyes can kill, He Yuanjun has died thousands and hundreds of times, and there will be no scum left.
"Idiot! Trash! What's the use of you? Zhou Ji fell, who will go to the universe tomorrow? If you can't find a suitable person, I will sue you at the presbytery."
"Ah? Yes, yes! Zongmen has sent a group of new disciples, and they will arrive by tonight at the latest." After He Yuanjun drank this, Huo Ping hurriedly suppressed his murderous spirit and respectfully listened to He Yuanjun's arrangement.