Chapter: 1065

Seeing this, Zhu Zhishan looked at Guo Wei, Guo Wei immediately made a gesture, four rays of light shot out from the four corners of the venue, and then formed a huge mask, covering Chen Ping and Long Xiao.

At this time, those who were kneeling and worshiping came to their senses, and seeing their ugly state, they were all embarrassed!

"This Chen Ping's physical body is not only powerful, but his spiritual sense is so arrogant. The minds of those people just now were affected."

Long Xingxu, who was beside Long Jingguo, said in surprise.

Long Jingguo didn't say anything, his eyes fixed on Chen Ping, and then he said to himself: "If the Long family had not had this accident more than 20 years ago, this Chen Ping might have become an unrivaled existence. already."

At this time, Long Jingguo's eyes were full of killing intent, he began to kill Chen Ping, and he also began to fear that Chen Ping would grow up.

In the arena at this moment, Long Xiao's face became extremely ugly, he looked at Chen Ping in midair, his brows furrowed tightly.

"You still have two chances..."

Chen Ping's body was flashing with golden light at this moment, and his voice was full of disdain and arrogance!

He just wanted to take this to attack the Long family and the self-esteem of the Long family!

Under the sunlight, Chen Ping looks like a fairy, overlooking the earth!

"This Chen Ping is hiding so deep..."

Zhu Zhishan frowned slightly, looking at Chen Ping in midair!

"This Chen Ping is really terrible. He has forged his body so powerfully. If he continues to develop like this, he will really become a formidable enemy of our Martial Arts Alliance..."

Guo Wei's face was solemn: "But he is still young and arrogant, arrogant and arrogant. He dares to make five moves as soon as he plays. He doesn't know that in the ring, his arrogance will cost his life."

Zhu Zhishan shook his head: "This Chen Ping is not arrogant, he did it on purpose, and deliberately used this to humiliate the Long family..."

"Could it be that this Chen Ping still has any deep hatred for following the Long family?"

Guo Wei was very surprised, he had never heard of the deep hatred between Chen Ping and the Long family!

"I'm afraid only the Long family knows this!"

After Zhu Zhishan finished speaking, he stared closely at the ring!

At this moment, Long Xiao took a few steps back and looked at Chen Ping coldly, the anger on his body was already burning.

This kind of public humiliation is not only humiliating him, but humiliating the entire Long family!

"Chen Ping, damn you, I'll make you pay the price..."

Long Xiao had already put Long Jingguo's advice behind him, and killing intent had begun to rise from his body!

He has to slash Chen Ping with a thousand swords to relieve the hatred in his heart!

"Don't talk nonsense, just shoot if you can, but I remind you, you only have two chances..."

Chen Ping looked down at Long Xiao and said coldly.

"court death......"

Long Xiao's complexion changed greatly, followed by a loud shout, blue light rose from his body, countless rays of light gathered on Long Xiao's body, and slowly a huge fist appeared on top of Long Xiao's head.

The giant fist shining with blue light carries a strange power, which seems to be absorbing the power of heaven and earth.

"Holy Light Fist..."

Long Xiao shouted loudly, and threw out a fist, followed by the huge light fist above his head, with the momentum of destroying the dry and pulling the rot, towards Chen Ping!

The terrifying breath set off a gust of wind, and the sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded, and the protective mask began to tremble violently under this force, and it looked like it was about to collapse at any time.

"I'm afraid this is Long Xiao's strongest blow, right?"

Looking at this powerful punch, Dong Jiahao said nervously!

Bai Xiushan, Zhao Wuji, Zhao Liguo, none of them said anything, but clenched their fists tightly, all of them were extremely nervous!

Chen Ping is their pillar. If Chen Ping falls, they will lose everything in Kyoto. JrNovels.com