Under One Person: I am a lay Buddhist with a salary of 9 to 5

What is this kid doing?

Jia Zhengyu, who was in the center of the battle, hadn't figured out what Zhou Fengliu was doing when he swung his weapon. The next second, he appeared in front of Zhou Fengliu, half-knelt on the ground and clamped Zhou Fengliu's blade with both hands.

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When?

The people present were all a little surprised by the lightning-fast change.

Space shuttle?

Feng Zhenghao couldn't help but think of this method when he saw the change in front of him, and his eyes subconsciously glanced at his daughter.

His daughter Feng Shayan also knew this method of space shuttle, but... she couldn't move others to her as quickly as Zhou Fengliu.

This Zhou Fengliu... has a lot of tricks.

A faint light flashed under Feng Zhenghao's round-framed glasses.

...

"What is your trick?" Jia Zhengyu found that he appeared under Zhou Fengliu's blade without knowing when, and he was a little panicked at the moment.

"Hey, why did Master Jia take my knife?" Zhou Fengliu looked very surprised, and then he swung his left hand and gave Jia Zhengyu in front of him a big blow.

In an instant, Jia Zhengyu turned into a kite with a broken string, flew out in a beautiful parabola, rolled and jumped on the ground for two and a half circles before stopping.

"..."

Simple and rough, and very satisfying.

Zhou Fengliu fell in love with the feeling of beating others with a big blow, and he didn't need any Qi to bless it. It was just a big blow, and the main point was that it was not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

"You... you actually beat me."

Jia Zhengyu was a little angry. He originally thought that this would be a suspenseful beating, but who would have thought that the young man in front of him... played dirty.

"When sparring... it's inevitable that there will be bumps and bumps." Zhou Fengliu touched his chin and said.

"..."

"Okay, okay... bumps and bumps, right."

Jia Zhengyu didn't pretend anymore, he showed his cards.

If he doesn't let Zhou Fengliu bleed today, where will his face be? How can he survive in the Tianxiahui in the future?

He took out two slender and sharp black weapons, ready to use the means of controlling objects to let Zhou Fengliu know what is high and deep.

But unfortunately... Zhou Fengliu doesn't seem to want to compete with him in the means of controlling objects.

Zhou Fengliu waved the big sword again, and Jia Zhengyu half-knelt on the ground again, taking his blade with his bare hands.

"..."

"?"

"Again?"

Zhou Fengliu gave Master Jia another big fight without any hesitation, and what happened two minutes ago appeared in front of everyone again.

Well...

More than once.

Twice...

Several times.

"If you have the guts, let me stand up! I can't stab you to death."

"I didn't do anything, Master, if you want to stand up, stand up..." Zhou Fengliu continued to use the big sword, and then gave Master Jia another big fight.

"Fuck, mud, horse."

Simple foul mouth, extreme enjoyment, from Master Jia's clear and loud swearing, it can be seen that Jia Zhengyu's anger at this moment has come to an end.

He doesn't want to worry about the master's face.

Of course.

After this wave of fierce fighting, he seems to have no face in Tianxiahui.

The people in the audience watched Zhou Fengliu hitting Jia Zhengyu like a ping-pong ball, flying back and forth, and at this time, there were ten thousand grass mud horses galloping in their hearts.

This is not like a competition between aliens... This is more like a fight between two little gangsters on the street...

And Zhang Chulan on the side covered his mouth. He wanted to laugh, but in front of the president of Tianxiahui, he had to hold back.

He felt that he could hold back. After all, as an alien, he could hide in the real world for so long. He must be considered professional and able to control his emotions. He felt that no matter how funny the situation in front of him was, he would not laugh.

Well...

That's it.

When he saw Master Jia flying out again, standing up and shouting like a pig head, he couldn't help but laughed out loud.

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His smile instantly attracted the attention of Feng Zhenghao and Feng Shayan.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help it... I'll control myself, sorry, sorry, it's really a bit..."

Zhang Chulan immediately realized his loss of composure, but there was no way, even if it was the two policemen, they would not be able to help seeing this level of fighting.

"It's okay, it's meaningless to fight like this." Feng Zhenghao also smiled, he felt that this battle had no meaning until now.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Fengliu in the battle once again waved the big sword, and the next second, Feng Zhenghao, one of the ten masters, appeared under Zhou Fengliu's blade in two or three seconds and half-knelt, showing a posture of catching the blade with bare hands.

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"Father?" Feng Shayan saw Feng Zhenghao's figure appear in the battle. She was startled at first, and then turned her head to look at Feng Zhenghao who should have been in the audience.

How come he is gone?

He suddenly went down?

Before she could finish being surprised, she saw Zhou Fengliu in the battle getting used to it and then giving Feng Zhenghao a big fight with his backhand.

As for Feng Zhenghao, he was very good at catching the blade with his bare hands, but he took the big fight with his backhand.

"..."

"Fuck, Brother Liu!"

Zhou Fengliu: "..."

Feng Shayan: "..."

Feng Zhenghao: "..."

"President Feng...how could you..." Zhou Fengliu looked at Feng Zhenghao who had slapped him in the mouth, and a feeling that he was going to be cold tonight arose in his heart.

"Is it intentional? Or accidentally?"

Feng Zhenghao suffered a big blow, but instead of getting angry, he stood up with a smile and patted Zhou Fengliu on the shoulder.

"That must be accidental." Zhou Fengliu couldn't admit that it was intentional: "President Feng, this is my method. It's very random. If you don't believe it, just look at it."

He waved the big sword in his hand again. Unexpectedly, Feng Shayan in the audience seat also teleported and appeared under Zhou Fengliu's blade, appearing in a half-kneeling posture.

Feng Zhenghao: "?"

Feng Shayan: "Why am I here?"

Feng Zhenghao was a little surprised when he saw Zhou Fengliu using this method at close range. He found that Zhou Fengliu did not use Qi at all when using this method...

"President Feng... I didn't lie, I was really careless." Zhou Fengliu said.

"It's okay, I won't pursue anything, don't be nervous." Feng Zhenghao still wanted to win over Zhou Fengliu, so naturally he couldn't take this slap to heart.

As one of the ten members of the younger generation, Feng Zhenghao's forbearance is unimaginable by ordinary people. If he could exchange one slap for a young, powerful and potential alien master, he would be willing to receive a few more slaps, no matter what. Not excessive.