Son-in-law, God-Emperor

On the ring, a tall outer disciple was looking down coldly at the new disciple on the ground who he had just beaten to the ground.

"You...when Brother Xiao Fan comes, he won't let you go."

The young man lying on the ground had blood all over his mouth, his clothes were in tatters, and he was seriously injured. He even spoke a little softly.

He and a few people on the right side of the ring were the new disciples who set up a stall with Zhu Gang.

I am not strong enough, so I am lucky enough to join the Kyokusen Sect, so I want to make some money by setting up a stall...

As a result, he was severely beaten by the other party to look like this.

"Xiao Fan?"

The person on the other side sneered: "What ability can a mere disciple who has just started become a disciple?"

"You, wait for Brother Xiao Fan to come..."

The young man lying on the ground refused to accept it, but before he could finish his words, he was kicked in the abdomen again, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood on the spot...

The whole person almost fainted.

"waste."

The tall outer disciple glanced at the unconscious man, then looked up at the other new disciples: "Next, which one of you will have your turn."

At this time, three people had been seriously injured. Counting the person who had just been knocked off the ring, there were four people in total.

There are a total of seven people standing on their side, including four men and three women. Those who came on stage just now were all men. Currently, only three women are left to fight...

These three new female disciples all have good looks and good figures.

"I come."

A weak voice came from the right side, and a very delicate-looking woman stood up, but her cultivation was only at the fifth level of Qi Transformation Realm.

The tall outer sect disciple opposite him had a cultivation level of Qi Transformation Realm Dzogchen.

"Haha...Are all the men dead? Let you, a little girl, fight."

The tall man had a wicked smile on his face and said jokingly: "I think you're not bad looking. How about you follow me from now on? I'll guarantee that you'll be popular and drink hot food in the future."

This tall man had a loud voice that could be heard clearly by everyone around him.

The onlookers had different expressions, some were sighing, some couldn't bear it, and some were laughing...

This kind of thing is very common outside the door.

The people who started laughing were all in the same group as the tall monks on the stage. There were five of them in total. They were all outer disciples who had been practicing for many years, and the weakest among them was at the ninth level of Qi Transformation Realm.

On weekdays, they rarely perform tasks. Relying on their strength, they often bully the handyman disciples and steal their contribution points.

However, they did not expect that this year there would be outside disciples setting up stalls and doing business...

And their cultivation is so weak...

So what happened next was that they were looking for trouble, provoking, and finally dueling in the ring...

"You, you guys!"

The woman opposite, wearing a blue robe, heard the disgusting words of the man opposite, and she was shaking with anger...

She is also a member of the family, and she has never been so humiliated.

I was so angry on the spot that I slapped my storage bag, and a long sword, a mysterious magic weapon, appeared in my hand. I rushed forward to fight this man desperately.

The deacon on the side looked on coldly, as if he was watching a good show.

"Aren't you willing to listen to what I have to say?"

The tall man snorted coldly, so what if the opponent held a mysterious magic weapon?

His cultivation level is the Great Perfection of Qi Transformation Realm, and there is absolute suppression in the realm.

The aura on his body suddenly surged, and a terrifying coercion emitted, and he waved his right hand vigorously.

The woman's wrist holding the sword was hit, and her body was tilted on the spot. She staggered and almost fell to the ground. She barely managed to steady herself.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the man had already approached her and punched the woman in the abdomen.

The woman groaned in pain and fell to the ground, losing her ability to fight.

The gap between the two sides is too big, and she is no match at all.

The strong disciple did not continue to take action, but instead focused on the long sword still held in the woman's hand.

This is a mysterious magic weapon.

nice one.

Not all outer disciples have them, and even if they do, who would think there are too many magic weapons?

The tall disciple walked up to the woman with a smirk on his face, leaned over and snatched the long sword from the woman's hand.

"you...."

Not sure whether she was angry or hurt, the woman spat out a mouthful of blood. She put her hands on the ground and tried to stand up.

"This magical weapon is pretty good. If I take it, I'll treat it as your protection fee this month." The tall man showed a wicked smile.

"Give me back the sword..." The woman had barely stood up, her eyes were red and she was almost cannibalistic.

The man opposite said coldly: "I don't know how to show appreciation."

Then he kicked the woman in the abdomen.

The woman could hardly even stand up at this time, how could she withstand such a powerful kick from him.

He was kicked more than ten meters away on the spot, with blood pouring from his mouth...

However, the woman gritted her teeth and was still lying on the ground, staring at the man opposite who was playing with his sword with angry eyes.

The deacon on the side cast a sidelong glance at the tall disciple.

The other party smiled knowingly: "Deacon Sun, don't worry, you will benefit from it."

The man took out a storage bag from his arms and secretly stuffed it into Deacon Sun's arms.

Deacon Sun checked it, nodded with satisfaction, and turned a blind eye to the robbery of the magic weapon just now.

The rules in the arena area allow for fighting, but they cannot snatch each other's magic weapons.

"You, damn it!"

"Return Haijiao's magic weapon!"

"Damn it, why hasn't Brother Zhu come back yet..."

Several new disciples were indignant and angry. Two women rushed to the ring to check the injuries of the woman named Hai Jiao.

"Haha, that kid didn't run away because he was afraid? He left you alone?" The tall man was playing with the long sword in his hand, very satisfied, and smiled sarcastically:

"Let me tell you, even if he invited the new disciple named Xiao Fan, what can he do? A new disciple, I beat him with one hand and made him call me grandpa!"

"Take back what you said now, you may still be alive!"