Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

Teacher Lv Xiaobu is such a big car rollover tragedy, can't you see it there?

Forget it, let's wish him an early son~

Realizing that he had lost his mind again, Meng Lang quickly shook his head, forcing his thoughts back to the arena.

"Master." At some point, Zhang Chulan appeared beside the rostrum.

"You're here, what's the matter?" Meng Lang asked lightly.

"It's up to me to play in the next competition. Disciple, come and ask, how far is it?"

Wang Ai's face changed suddenly when he heard the words, and he pointed at Zhang Chulan and scolded: "Boy! Are you provoking me?"

Zhang Chulan didn't respond, as if it was just an insignificant wild dog who questioned him over there, not one of the ten famous men in the alien world.

Meng Lang also ignored Wang Ai, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a playful arc: "You can do whatever you want. In the ring competition, swords and swords have no eyes. I believe all seniors can understand that there is a little unexpected disability."

"Yes, the disciple understands." With a bow, Zhang Chulan disappeared with an afterimage, and appeared directly on the ring in the next second.

This miraculous agility immediately detonated the barrage:

【Wow!Little brother is so handsome! 】【Why are you upstairs everywhere?Handcuffs, handcuffs, go! 】【If you don't talk about the game, please fuck off, okay? 】

[May there be no little brother in heaven] [Speaking of which, do you think there will be a kneeling session in this wave? 】【? ? ?Doesn't he kneel every time? 】

[What are you talking about upstairs?There was a reason before, this time let you see how the stinky boy instantly killed that Wang Bing! 】【Upstairs Lu Linglong! ! ! 】【How did you know upstairs? 】……

on the ring.

"Both sides are here, the game begins!"

Wang Bing looked at Zhang Chulan coldly, his eyes full of ferocity and joking: "Boy, why don't you kneel when you see me? If you kneel down and kowtow to me ten or eight times now, maybe I will pay you back. I can let you go!"

Zhang Chulan: "..."

"Why don't you talk? Don't pretend to be dumb like me! Forget it, that annoying junior brother of yours ruined my good deed, so I'll beat you up... damn it!"

As Wang Bing yelled in horror, the audience around the arena all opened their mouths in surprise.

Mom!What is this...

In the middle of the arena at this time, hundreds of small ice crystals "sea urchins" suddenly appeared in all directions.

"Hehehehe..." Zhang Chulan's heartless voice rang in Wang Bing's ears, "How is it, does it look good?"

"When I was a child and watched those TV novels, I wondered... Are those heroes all fools.

Don't you think they are tired of poking around with swords one by one?

Even if it was ancient times, there were no such things as machine guns and cannons, but wouldn't mace be delicious? "

Waving at an ice crystal "sea urchin" and looking at it carefully for a while, Zhang Chulan smiled very kindly: "Since brother Wang gave me a chance before, and said that as long as I kneel down, I will have a way out, so naturally I can't treat Wang badly." bro.

How about this, this move is one hundred and eighty-eight fixed Haizhu is a move created by the younger brother not long ago, as long as Brother Wang can take it, I will not pursue the matter of you plotting against my junior brother, how about it? "

'Pooh!I am like your uncle!Garbage, if I can't beat it, can't I admit defeat? '

"Hmph, good idea! Referee! I—"

Young Master Wang had just said halfway through admitting defeat, when a fine needle of ice flickering with an electric arc stabbed him silently, the strong electric current paralyzed his whole body, and he could no longer speak.

"How is it, Young Master Wang? Is this 'socialist thunderbolt' feeling good?

Although I can't attach lightning to all the sword rains like my master, I can barely do it if I just electrify a needle. "

Zhang Chulan looked at Wang Bing's ugly "twittering flowers", pouted slightly, stretched out his hands impatiently and closed them in the middle——

"And son—!"

Under Wang Ai's mournful roar on the rostrum, ice crystal sea urchin maces pierced the sky and flew towards Wang Ai.

"Puff puff……"

A fully-enclosed sword at the level of darkness... with a stick of air hitting his body, Young Master Wang enjoyed the ultimate pleasure of being buried for a second.

Thousands of wounds covered his body in an instant, and the severe pain comparable to Ling Chi even caused Wang Bing to have some hallucinations——Wang Bing seemed to recall his own life...

【I, Wang Bing.

The descendant of the Shiro Wang family.

Heaven's Pride.

Although I was not welcome when I was a child, so what?

Because I knew all along that I was different from the people around me.

From childhood to adulthood, no matter toys, exercises or other things.

What I want... can get.

I know other people don't like me, even hate me, but I enjoy it so much...

Grandpa taught me since I was a child that when dealing with garbage, you should beat it to death...

I know that others alienate me, and that alienation is formed by their almost hopeless sense of powerlessness.

This kind of gap can never be filled by relying on those ridiculous efforts or luck alone-because the gap between me and them is the background!

I have a majestic treasure mountain!I am the person who stood on the top of the mountain from birth!

It's my privilege to be happy with everything!This world exists only to welcome me!

So I want snake fairy!I want "Mengjia Xinfa"!These... should all be mine!

But...how come there are so many obstacles?

Why are all these scumbags against me?

……wrong!They are all wrong!

Feng Xingtong was wrong, he should obediently give up the Snake Fairy to me!

Zhang Chulan was wrong, I beat up his junior brother and not him, why did he make things difficult for me!

That bastard Meng Lang was also wrong, why did he take out those exercises as prizes?

... Grandfather is also wrong, you shouldn't let me compete, you should go directly to Meng Lang to ask for it! 】