"Who recruited this kid? With such arrogance, he even threatened to attack Senior Brother Shen Ziping. Isn't this looking for death?"

"It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. If Senior Brother Shen Ziping makes a move at that time, I'm afraid this kid will cry for his father and mother."

"..."

The number of disciples in the Shijue Yin Corpse Sect is terrifying, so there are still quite a few disciples around the courtyard.

These disciples are basically not qualified to enter the courtyard. They have no background and lack of talent. Among the many disciples of the Shijue Yin Corpse Sect, they can only be regarded as the middle and lower classes.

Therefore, among this group of disciples, Shen Ziping, the God of Destiny, is relatively strong, and he can also be regarded as the temporary leader of this group of monks.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were calm and composed, and the mocking looks around him had no effect on him.

Qiu Linglong was in a hurry, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she frequently winked at Zhuo Wen, telling him not to speak anymore.

Zhuo Wen gave Qiu Linglong a reassuring look, which made Qiu Linglong even more anxious, but there was nothing she could do about it, after all, she and Zhuo Wen only met once, so it was naturally impossible to say something like this.

"I said, little brother, I think you are new here, maybe you don't know who I am? I am Shen Ziping..."

Shen Ziping laughed jokingly, and in the middle of speaking, Zhuo Wen immediately interrupted him.

"I know your name is Shen Ziping, but what does that have to do with me? I brought this handwriting. You snatched it away. It was yours. I want to come back now. Is it wrong? I still need to hear what you said to me. Chichi in front of you?"

Zhuo Wen spoke very impolitely, Shen Ziping's face suddenly darkened, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, he felt that Zhuo Wen was really unreasonable.

"Hehe! In the world of monks, the weak prey on the strong, and this is even more so in the Shijue Yin Corpse Sect. The things of the weak will never have autonomy, and they are all for the strong."

"If you have the strength, please ask me for this handwriting again. If you don't have it, get lost. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Shen Ziping looked proudly at Zhuo Wen, the disdain in his eyes was undisguised.

"You're right, the law of the jungle is the law of this world of monks. Since the same is true of the Ten Absolute Yin Corpse Sect, then I will not be polite."

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Wen turned his head to look at Qiu Linglong, and asked, "Senior Sister Qiu, as long as you don't beat people to death, it shouldn't matter if you get disabled. After all, there are always deaths and injuries in competitions."

Qiu Linglong didn't even react, she was shocked, she didn't expect that Zhuo Wen really planned to provoke Shen Ziping.

"Hey! As long as you don't die, you can do anything! Brother, don't worry, I won't beat you to death. I will smash your whole body and make you pay for your unfair remarks. A heavy price."

Shen Ziping looked cruelly, licked his lips, took a step forward, rushed towards Zhuo Wen like the wind, and struck out with his right fist like the wind.

Blazing light surged out, covering the surface of Shen Ziping's fist, the power was extremely terrifying.

This was Shen Ziping's strongest blow, and when many monks around saw Shen Ziping's punch, their faces changed drastically, knowing that Shen Ziping was really moving.

Qiu Linglong was full of anxiety. After all, Zhuo Wen got the handwriting, and Yin Wuxie was able to bring this son back to the cave, which shows that Yin Wuxie attaches great importance to this son.

If this son was beaten and disabled because of her, I'm afraid she would have to go away in front of Yin Wuxie.

But Shen Ziping's attack was too fast, and Qiu Linglong knew that she couldn't stop the blow, so she could only watch helplessly as Shen Ziping's attack hit Zhuo Wen's body.

"Haha, it seems that I was scared and stupid, so don't blame me for being merciless."

Seeing that Zhuo Wen was standing motionless, Shen Ziping's eyes became more intense, he laughed wildly, and punched Zhuo Wen's chest viciously.

After this punch, even if the main cultivator of destiny of the same level directly receives it, there is a high chance of death.

boom!

But soon, Shen Ziping's face changed, because he found that his fist felt as if it was hitting a solid rock, and there was a sharp pain on the surface of the fist.

And the young man who was supposed to be blown away by his punch stood there like a rock, motionless like a mountain.

"This...how is this possible?"

Shen Ziping's expression at this moment was as if he had seen a ghost, full of disbelief, and his voice became much sharper because of the shock.

"The strength of this punch is not bad, but unfortunately, it is too weak!"

Zhuo Wen shook his head, raised his right palm, and roared towards Shen Ziping's cheek.

Shen Ziping wanted to dodge, but his fists were in pain at the moment, and they seemed to be sucked by Zhuo Wen's chest. closer.

Snapped!

A crisp slap sounded, and everyone involuntarily covered their cheeks, feeling as if the slap hit their faces, it was too loud.

And Shen Ziping was directly hit by this slap and fell to the ground, his whole head was forced into the ground. JrNovels.com