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"Boy, where is your turn to speak?" Jiang Congwu's eyes widened, as if he wanted to eat Chen Muyu.

Do you think I'm a fool? Do you really think I'm a masochist if I let him slap me again?

Chen Muyu winked at Lu Wanli, who immediately came to Jiang Congwu.

"What do you want to do?"

Jiang Congwu took a step back, his face sullen, "Brother Ma, you saw it, he dared to hit me in front of you!"

Ma Santong quickly stopped in front of Lu Wanli, "Senior Lu, if you have something to say, please speak it carefully, but don't take action yet..."

"Get out of the way!"

Lu Wanli looked at Ma Santong calmly, "Today's slap must be given. I, Lu, act openly and aboveboard, but I can't stand this kind of slander. The only way to prove my innocence is to let me slap him." , If the palm prints are the same, then I, Mr. Lu, will recognize them. If they are different, huh, I will hold Longmen Mountain accountable..."

"Senior Lu, wait a minute..."

Ma Santong was from the Wushu Association after all, and what he usually did most was to mediate conflicts between various sects. How could he watch these two people take action in front of him?

However, it is a pity that Ma Santong's strength is too low. He is only at the realm of concentration, not even the realm of Yuanshen. How can he stop Lu Wanli?

Lu Wanli only stretched out his hand to stagger Ma Santong, and grabbed Jiang Congwu who was hiding behind Ma Santong.

Without saying a word, he just raised his hand and gave it a slap.

"oops!"

Jiang Congwu screamed in agony, and he was shot out again.

He fell five or six meters and fell to the ground.

For a while, he couldn't get up. Several disciples went to help him, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out, all over the disciples.

Too bad!

Fortunately, Xu Meng didn't come out, otherwise Chen Muyu would have been worried about leaving some shadow on her.

"Your surname is Lu, you..."

After finally catching his breath, Jiang Congwu covered his chest and pointed at Lu Wanli, unable to speak for a long time.

Lu Wanli walked over, and the scared disciples quickly helped Jiang Congwu retreat, but there was a slope behind him and there was no way to retreat.

"President Ma, come and take a look!"

Lu Wanli waved to Ma Santong.

Ma Santong had been dumbfounded for a long time, but after hearing this, he still walked over bravely.

He also saw that Jiang Congwu could be killed instantly with one move, and he obviously didn't use all his strength. Lu Wanli was probably no longer what he used to be, and the information recorded by the Wushu Association should be updated.

This Jiang Congwu has hit the iron wall. If this matter is not handled well today, I am afraid there will be nothing that can be done about it.

Lu Wanli directly tore off the clothes on Jiang Congwu's chest. At this moment, two palm prints came into view, one was fresh and the other was obviously older, but they were both clearly visible.

"President Ma, come and see, are these two palm prints the same?" Lu Wanli faced Ma's third passage directly.

The palm prints were shocking, and Ma Santong's face twitched slightly, horrified by Lu Wanli's control of strength. Both palms did not break Jiang Congwu's ribs, but caused him serious internal injuries.

At this moment, he didn't know how to deal with it.

The size and shape of the two palm prints were clearly from one person's hand, clearly Lu Wanli's handwriting.

But Lu Wanli pretended not to know, and Ma Santong knew in his heart that it was probably Jiang Congwu who started the trouble. Lu Wanli was angry, deliberately pretending to be confused, and wanted to teach Jiang Congwu a lesson.

"You still said it wasn't you?"

Jiang Congwu was in terrible pain and furious. He raised his hand and hit Lu Wanli directly.

But Lu Wanli grabbed his hand and neck.

"President Ma, as you saw, he not only wronged me, but actually beat me!" Lu Wanli said.

"Lu Wanli, you are going too far."

Jiang Congwu's lungs are about to burst with anger. With two such big palm prints here, you still say that I wronged you?

"Why did I bully you? See for yourself, are these two palm prints the same?" Lu Wanli pointed at Jiang Congwu's chest calmly, "Is my thumb so thin? Is my little finger so thick?"

Ma Santong's forehead was covered with black lines. Neither of these two men wanted to show off.

"Let me be fair."

At this time, Chen Muyu came over and pretended to be fair, "I can't say these two palm prints are similar, but I can't say they are not alike either!"

"Mr. Lu, this is your fault." Chen Muyu looked at Lu Wanli, "This person's right palm is on his right palm, and what you just hit was your left palm. How do you compare this?"

"It was my negligence!" Lu Wanli slapped his forehead and looked at Jiang Congwu maliciously, "Sorry, sorry, come on, let me slap you again."

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Jiang Congwu almost fainted from anger. Who the hell are you? Two hits were not enough, and you want to do it again.

No matter how stupid he is, he still knows that Lu Wanli is deliberately trying to mess with him.

"Let go." Jiang Congwu struggled quickly.

Lu Wanli grabbed his hand and refused to let go, "No, I must prove my innocence today."

As he said that, he raised his right hand and wanted to strike again.

"enough."

Jiang Congwu shouted loudly, shook his hand violently, and looked at Lu Wanli with wide eyes, "Lu, you are cruel enough. I will admit defeat today. We Qingshan will not change and we will come back again in the future."

After saying that, he asked the disciples to support him and walked away dejectedly.

Ma Santong and the bunch of subordinates from the Wushu Association stood there, looking a little embarrassed.

"Senior Lu, why are you doing this?"

Ma Santong smiled bitterly, "It's not like you don't understand what kind of virtue this man has..."

Lu Wanli waved his hand and interrupted Ma Santong, "If you have nothing to do, President Ma, please come back. We are going to rest."

Feeling bored, Ma Santong's face twitched slightly and he could only sigh helplessly.

"Jiang Congwen hasn't shown up yet. I heard that this person has successfully broken through the realm of refining the void in the past few days during the nine-star continuum. I'm afraid he has been consolidating his realm in the past few days. He should arrive here in the next two days. Now it's done In this way, I'm afraid I will talk to you when the time comes." Ma Santong reminded.

"The Jiang Congwen that President Ma mentioned is the younger brother of the old man just now?" Chen Muyu asked.

Many of the eight great masters in the southwest have already broken through to the realm of refining the void.

There are Liu Jinzhou and Peng Guanghan in the front, Gong Daquan and Lu Wanli in the back, and now there is Jiang Congwen, there are already five out of the eight, and the remaining three are probably not much different, at least one of them , Chen Muyu has seen the Batoro Spirit Buddha in the Cangtian Palace, and it is also a thin line away from the Void Refining Realm. After the last nine stars in a row, I am afraid that it is very likely that it has advanced.

Ma Santong nodded slightly, "Jiang Congwen's personality is softer than Jiang Congwu's, but Senior Lu injured his elder brother, so I'm afraid he won't be kind. Moreover, Jiang Congwu is very narrow-minded, and he may not know what tricks he will use. Be careful yourselves.”