Chapter 562

"Hum, waste!"

With a cold hum, Li Xiong jumped down from the high platform with nine ring broadsword on his shoulder, and the golden dagger sat back in his position.

"Well, that man, that man just cut off someone else's arm. Aren't you making a movie?" The little star saw that He Dong, whose arm was cut off, was helped down. He shrank in Mo Tianxing's arms in horror and asked pale.

"Make any movie, let alone cut off an arm, it's okay to kill a few people!" Mo Tianxing said casually.

"How could this happen?" The little star trembled and shrank in Mo Tianxing's arms and dared not look up.

Li Lingfeng looked at the little star contemptuously, thinking that this fifth rate little star usually has no chance to serve Mo Shao, but who makes Mo Shao like this green tea bitch.

"Don't be afraid, Ben Shao is here. No one dares to touch you here. As long as you serve Ben Shao, Ben Shao will naturally be greatly rewarded!" Mo Tianxing put his hand directly into the little star's clothes and said.

When the little star heard Mo Tianxing say so, she calmed down slowly. Anyway, with Mo Tianxing's protection, she just went to the theatre.

"Shao, I think those people were very fast just now. They seem to be very powerful. Are they powerful or those professional fighters?"

The little star asked curiously.

"Oh, those professional fighters?" Mo Tianxing sneered with disdain and said, "those professional gladiators don't even deserve to lift shoes for those who come on stage. I tell you the truth, these people who can come on stage are true warriors. Do you know what true warriors are?"

"What is a true warrior?" The little star blinked, looked at Mo Tianxing innocently and said.

Li Lingfeng next to him looked jealous. Damn it, if he could produce a woman, he wouldn't have to work so hard to please. He just had to lie in bed.

"A true warrior is a warrior who cultivates Qi strength. Qi strength can be understood as those internal skills in the movies, which have the same meaning, and Qi strength can be divided into the entry-level Ming strength. Above the Ming strength is the dark strength, and above the dark strength is the Hua strength, but these can only be said to be the entry-level of a true warrior. Only those who are above the Hua strength are called experts!"

Mo Tianxing said ostentatiously.

"It's said that Duan Changxin of the Duan family is a great master with prefecture level cultivation and strong strength. It's because the Duan family has him that we can accumulate such a big family business. However, our Mo family is even higher than their Duan family. Our Mo family has an old prefecture level strongman!"

"So good? Why haven't I heard of it before? " The little star exclaimed.

"Even if the sheep can know the shepherd, can they still know the shepherd's master?" Mo Tianxing said disdainfully. In his words, people like little stars are just a group of sheep.

"Well, you must be a master!" The little star showed an awkward expression on her face. Even if she is a sheep, it's not good to be said face to face.

"Hehe, there are few talents. If you want to say that you are a great master, you can barely be regarded as a master!" Mo Tianxing said with a proud look on his face.

"Mo Shao must be a great master. Now Mo juvenile Ji has such cultivation. When Mo Shao completely grows up in the future, I'm afraid he will suppress the whole Zhenwu circle!"

Li Lingfeng quickly flattered.

Li Mu, who is not far away, wants to laugh. What kind of master does this garbage deserve to be called? They are afraid that they don't know what a real master is like.

"Zhang Ying, my nephew died in your Eagle gate a year ago. If you don't give me an explanation today, let's see the truth!"

At this time, a middle-aged man with big arms and round waist strode directly onto the high platform, looked at a thin old man under the stage and said angrily.

"Zhao Bei, your nephew will die wherever he likes. Close our Eagle door. Don't ask for trouble!" The thin old man under the high stage said impatiently.

"Zhang Ying, don't talk nonsense. I want to teach you the skills of the divine eagle sect today!" Zhao Bei said coldly.

Zhang Ying's face is ugly. Most people under the high stage are looking at him. If the divine eagle door doesn't answer at this time, it will lose its reputation.

"Hum, I just want to experience your eight pole fist!" Zhang yingmeng slapped the table and chair, and immediately flew directly to the high platform like an eagle.

Zhang Ying is the master of the divine eagle sect. What he is good at most is the eagle grasping skill. Zhao Bei is the family's true eight pole fist. His fist is like a mountain avalanche, which is unstoppable.

"Come on!" Zhang Ying landed on the high platform, made a start gesture, looked at Zhao Bei coldly and said.

"Today I will avenge my nephew and die for me!" With a roar, Zhao Bei moved and rushed to Zhang Ying like an arrow off the string.

"Hum, don't overestimate yourself. My Eagle Claw skill is specialized in eight pole boxing!" Zhang Ying sneered and grabbed his hands directly forward.

The sound of the air being torn suddenly sounded. Zhang Ying tore the air and grabbed Zhao Bei directly.

"Open it for me, iron mountain!"

Zhao Bei roared like thunder. He smashed his fists down fiercely and forcibly broke Zhang Ying's claws. At the same time, his shoulders fiercely fought forward and forcibly wanted to hit Zhang Ying.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ying turned fiercely in mid air, turned over directly with a kite, and grabbed Zhao Bei's chest with his right hand from bottom to top.

With Zhang Ying's strength, as long as he catches it, Zhao Bei's ribs in front of his chest will be forcibly scratched, crushed and crushed by him.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ying's hand grabbed Zhao Bei hard. He tried hard to break Zhao Bei's ribs, but he didn't expect that this claw was like grasping on the steel plate. He couldn't grasp Zhao Bei's body at all.

"What?"

Zhang Ying was stunned for a moment. At that moment, Zhao Bei's huge body directly hit him. Zhang Ying spit out a mouthful of blood and flew out directly.

"You, how can you stop my Eagle Claw skill?" Several bones on Zhang Ying's body were cracked. He reluctantly stepped back more than ten steps to stabilize his body. He looked at Zhao Bei incredulously and asked.

"You only know that I can really teach Baji boxing, but you don't know that I can practice Kung Fu horizontally!" Zhao Bei looked down at his chest. There were only a few green fingerprints. If his horizontal practice Kung Fu was not weak, I'm afraid it would not be as simple as a few fingerprints.

"Horizontal practice Kung Fu? Is the legend true? Did you Zhao family get the secret script of practicing the golden bell jar Zhang Ying looked at Zhao Bei in shock and asked. He didn't believe that the Zhao family had such good luck.