Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

I saw in the martial arts venue, a burly man in white was holding against a slightly thin man in black brocade. The man in black brocade on the stage should also be from the martial arts hall, because Xu Fan saw that The black shirt of the man they came in had a Chinese character "Dragon Feifeng Wuwu".

On the back of the men’s black clothes on the stage, the word “Shangwu” is written. It seems that the men on the stage should have a higher status in the Shangwu martial arts hall. At least Xu Fan can sense that the men in black on the stage can beat them. Four or five men came in.

The audience was silent, because not only Xu Fan could see it, but everyone in the audience could also clearly feel that the man in black on his side was not the opponent of the man in white. After several attempts by the man in white, the man in black was obviously It was already a little bit overwhelming. Xu Fan could see that the power gap was too big. If the strength of the white-clothed man could reach five thousand, then the black-clothed man might only have three thousand.

Although the man in white is a burly figure, his face is not bad, Jianyu's xing eyebrows, a small cherry mouth, just the gutter nose on his face, it seems that he is very sullen and gloomy.

"Hmph, Long Li, you are not my opponent at all, now kneel down and beg me obediently, maybe I will consider forgiving you, otherwise I will miss and kill you on your own martial arts stage. I am afraid you have nothing to say." The white-clothed man said with a ferocious expression on his face.

Everyone in the audience heard the words of the white-clothed man and shouted unconvincedly: "Master, kill him," "Huh, where is the yellow-haired boy who doesn't know the sky and earth, dare to be arrogant in my Shangwu Villa, Master, don't Give him face and beat him to death."

Although the audience was shouting lively, but at this moment only Long Li knew in his heart that his opponent did not speak big words and he was indeed not his opponent.

"Hehe, I think my Shangwu Mountain Villa has been established for a hundred years, and the spirit of martial arts will never wither. On this stage of martial arts, we have killed too many young people, and we have been beaten to death by countless martial artists. We have laughed and cried, but, Hum, I have never surrendered. I don’t know who you are, but I know that there has never been a person who provoked Shangwu Villa without paying for his actions. I don’t know who you are, but since you are here, You will definitely pay the price." Long Li gritted his teeth and said with red eyes, he was ready to splash three feet of blood, for the sake of Shangwu Villa and the spirit of Shangwu.

When Xu Fan heard Long Li on the stage, he couldn’t help but look at this young man on stage with admiration, hum, yes, although the martial arts is not very good, but at least the spirit is good, but it’s a pity, you have to know that when you have the strength It doesn’t matter what you say, but you’re not strong enough but you’re just talking about it, haha, isn’t this just looking for death? Someone really killed you, what else do you have? It’s better to admit and save your life as soon as possible and wait until tomorrow’s strength is strong enough. When the clouds are overwhelming, it is not too late to say revenge.

Sure enough, the white-clothed man on the martial arts stage heard Long Li's words, his face seemed to become gentler. Xu Fan knew that a person like this, with a fierce light in his eyes, made it easier to speak, and it would be a bad thing to really become gentle and gentle.

I saw the white-clothed man smiling and saying, "Hehe, Young Master Long Li is indeed a wealthy son. He has a set of principles. It’s okay to tell you my name. Remember, the person who took your life today is I, Murong quit killing, haha, do you know the word quit killing? I learned martial arts at the age of two, killed the enemy at three, and no fewer than a thousand people died under my hand at the age of ten. My real name is Murong Heng. When I was ten, my master was afraid that I would kill him. The people of the world, renamed me Murong, I hope I will stop killing, haha, I am smiling to the sky, even if I kill all the people of the world."

After finishing speaking, I saw Murong Jie-Shai took out the one he held in his pants pocket and kept pointing his finger at Long Li, "Long Li, now you kneel down and beg for mercy, and I won’t spare your life. Is there any last words to explain? I won’t say it today. , I’m afraid there is no chance."

Long Li looked at the many seniors in the audience, knowing that he might be bad luck today. Although his father was in the back hall, his father would not interfere in the fight against his peers, even if he was really beaten to death in the martial arts. On the stage, I am afraid that my father would not take action. He was born into a martial arts family since he was a child. Long Li knew that this is the rule, and this is the rule of the martial artist.

"Hehe, Murong Jie Kill? What's the use of being ruthless, come on, let me see what qualifications you use to dare to speak up here again." After saying that, Long Li rushed towards Murong Jie Kill.

Murong Jie Kill watched Long Li rushing towards him. He didn't panic. When Long Li was about to hit him again, he moved quickly, avoiding Long Li's nirvana, and slapped himself with one hand. On Long Li's shoulders standing side by side, his other hand was still in his pocket, and he didn't even take it out. No matter how strong the impact, Long Li was hit by Murong Jie Killing, and the whole person flew to the side. , Falling to the ground can not afford.

"Hehe, with such strength, I can kill you with one hand, Shangwu Villa, hehe, the word Shangwu is probably a joke."

Long Li, who fell to the ground, was completely blinded. He did not expect that the strength between himself and his opponent was so big. With the willpower cultivated from childhood to large, he saw Long Li tremblingly stand up.

"Shangwu Villa is not something you can insult."

Ling Meng and the others under the stage looked dumbfounded, especially Lao Lu and Yin Chengzhi, who had seen such a battle before, they were both fighting and killing.

At this moment, the black-clothed man who brought the four of them in said: "On the stage is the little son of our villa. The little son is a man of justice and money, and he usually cares for us juniors and disciples, and his martial arts is also one of the best. I didn't expect... this. Murong Jie didn't know where it came out. This is the end of the young master. The four of you don't leave here. I'm going to tell the curator and ask him to come and save the young master as soon as possible. "After speaking, they ran to the backyard without waiting for the four to reply.

"Uh, Brother Lu, it looks like something has happened at Shangwu Mountain Villa, otherwise we should go first, otherwise we will really kill people later, and we can't get rid of our relationship. Don't let the people on the stage go crazy, even we will be together. hit."

Hearing what Yin Chengzhi said, Lao Lu was also frightened in his heart. Yes, these people felt that they were not good people. They were fighting and killing. Don’t hurt himself by that time, but he looked at Xu Fan and Xu Fan next to him. Fang Lingmeng thought that if he left by himself and the two of them didn't go, what if the contract was negotiated by them at that time? What to do then? At this time, Lao Lu regretted a bit. If he didn't take them with him, he would be fine even if he left right now.