Chapter 1042: face in public

Chapter 1042: face in public

Chapter 1042 Slapping in the face in public

As soon as the two finished speaking, Wei Ting kicked Zi Yihou in the back of the head with his toe.

Zi Yihou snorted.

Wei Ting punched him.

Zi Yihou was hit hard and hit a pillar.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Is there no stamina left after the promise?

Wei Ting took advantage of the situation and punched Zi Yihou's lips with one punch after another!

Zi Yihou kicked on Wei Ting's chest, turning his back on the guest, bullying him, and landed on Wei Ting with a harder and heavier fist.

Too bloody!

Too violent!

It's so exciting!

They announced that this is the most exciting contest in the field!

The heirs of the Jin family are more about the horror and fear after the truth is revealed, making people feel like they have walked through the gate of hell. The excitement is exciting, but they haven't seen enough.

If the Red Lotus Saintess could sustain dozens more moves, the two contests would be indistinguishable.

Xing'er was about to cry: "Oh, why is my uncle lying down and being beaten all the time? It's too miserable, too miserable!"

Lu Aotian: "Here, eat a jelly bean."

Myolie: "..."

Wei Ting, who was being pressed and beaten, suddenly turned his fist into a palm, and slashed Zi Yihou's chest!

Zi Yihou received a slap, turned over in the air, knelt on one knee and slid back more than ten steps on the ring, almost falling!

"My God! That's Zi Yihou!"

Everyone's eyeballs were rounded.

No, they're holding their breath, they can't believe it's real!

Zi Yihou covered his chest, feeling the pain coming from his viscera, and looked at Wei Ting in astonishment: "Small Empty Palm? Aren't you from Baihua Palace? Why do you know the unique skills of Tianyutang?"

Wei Ting stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled coldly: "Guess?"

Zi Yihou glanced at the viewing platform of Tianyu Hall.

Even Xia Houqing, Xie Jinnian and the members of the Killer League looked this way.

Qianji Pavilion is far away, on the other side of the Killer League, otherwise they would have to see the expression on Ji Minglou's face.

Madam Ji's face darkened, and she asked Ji Minglou, "You secretly taught Yunshuang's son Broken Kong Palm?"

Ji Minglou: "I don't."

Mrs. Ji: "Don't admit it? Besides you, is there anyone else on the island who would teach the Broken Empty Palm to Yunshuang's son?"

Ji Minglou frowned: "I don't want to quarrel with you."Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

His toes hooked on Zi Yihou's trouser belt, and the soles of his feet rested on Zi Yihou's strong abdominal muscles. The strong waist and abdomen made him lie flat in the air.

click.

The fruit in the hand of the glamorous woman fell.

Excellent man!

The rarest man in a century!

Wei Ting looked at Zi Yihou provocatively.

It seems to be saying, keep falling, and see if I hit the ground first or your pants hit the ground first.

Zi Yihou, who didn't want to sneak around in public, was brutally shameless by Wei Ting!

He clasped Wei Ting's ankle with both hands.

Mixed muscles and bones!

Click!

Wei Ting took advantage of the situation, and he felt lonely.

Instead, Wei Ting took advantage of a roundabout, hooked his other foot around his neck, and jumped back onto the ring!

Zi Yihou turned around coldly: "Meteor walk?"

This time, everyone's eyes turned to Qianji Pavilion.

Zi Yihou said coldly: "Boy, who is your master?"

Wei Ting looked innocently at the viewing platform of Tianyu Hall.

Ji Minglou shuddered.

Zi Yihou held the hilt of the sword: "In the first round, I didn't intend to use the sword, but I have to admit that you are a qualified opponent. I will give you the respect your opponent deserves, so let's use the sword."

Wei Ting said: "If you want to draw a sword, just say so, no one will laugh at you."

Zi Yihou coldly drew his sword.

Wei Ting also slowly pulled out the Qingfeng Sword, and said with cold eyes: "I only have one move."

Zi Yihou's gaze was like a torch and said: "I only have one move."

"One sword determines the outcome."

"It's a deal."

There are no fancy moves, and there is no moving around.

Both of them exercised enough internal strength, jumped up, and slashed at each other with the most piercing sword energy!

clang!

The sound of the gong.

The guard held up the gavel: "The contest is over!"

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