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"Bastard, bastard, let go of my master." Artai rushed out with red eyes.

That was his master, the head of a sect, even more like his father, but at this moment, he was stepped on by someone under the glass shards, his face was covered with blood, and everyone who watched was shocked!

Even Zhou Yi can't stand it, he is the head of the school anyway, even if he loses the duel, his dignity still remains, what he does is to force him to death, what face will the old head have in the future?

Not to mention anything else, just being stepped on by a junior, or wantonly humiliating in front of all the apprentices, no one can accept it.

Feng Yixiao was humiliating the old man, when he suddenly saw a person rushing in, without even thinking about it, he lashed out with a leg whip, directly on Artest's face.

With a "bang", the person was immediately sent flying.

A mouthful of blood spurted out even more.

"Such fast legs, could this be the northern school's spring legs?" Zhou Yi's eyes lit up, he was extraordinary.

"No, master... senior brother..."

All the brothers in Bajiquan cried bitterly.

Among them, the eldest brother Artai is the most powerful. If Brother Tai can't beat this bastard, then today's shame and humiliation will be settled.

And Artest rolled on the ground for more than ten meters, affecting the injuries in his body, the pain was terrific, his face was as pale as fingers, but with a roar, he got up with red eyes and glared desperately, he must kill that bastard.

But at this moment, Zhou Yi grabbed him and said in a low voice: "You are not his opponent now, if you continue to fight, not only will you be crippled, but they will also be finished."

With bloodshot eyes, Ah Tai suddenly knelt down towards Zhou Yi, kowtowed his head desperately, and cried bitterly: "I am useless, useless, I beg you to save my master, you can ask me to do anything. "

"I beg you, please..."

"Dong Dong~"

In just a moment, he knocked his head to pieces.

The old head with blood all over his face, and a dozen or so senior brothers were all crying and screaming in despair, all of them were hysterical but couldn't even lift their heads.

"Brother, don't..."

With only six people, the six outstanding generations of the northern faction who played their legs unexpectedly swept away their eight poles.

It's even like being destroyed.

Especially Feng Yixiao, formidable and terrifying!
But at this time, Feng Yixiao with a hostile face said condescendingly: "Who is coming? Tell me your name."

"Forget it, it seems that they are two worthless trash, I can't even catch my leg, your Bajiquan is really rubbish, at least you can fight my master back then, are you so useless now? ?”

A younger brother said flatteringly: "Their Bajiquan was originally a small school. Back then, the master beat them to death. Now the senior brother is no problem."

"That's natural. Brother Yixiao is very talented, and he is the No.1 of our northern faction. Who can compare? Even if he sweeps the southern faction, it's no problem. Even if Artest shows up, he won't be able to withstand a single blow."

Amidst the ear-piercing ridicules, an old man in a long robe showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He was proud and a little arrogant. He was Feng Yixiao's master, Fengmen, and he was also known as the master of kick kicking.

It was here that he used tricks to win over Artest's master, that old trash with blood all over his face.

But now, his most proud apprentice is about to leave his teacher and enter the world to hone his skills. He immediately thought of the Baji lineage, so he asked him to come here to practice.

I thought I would be able to exercise, but I didn't expect it to be a bunch of waste, and I'm afraid I didn't warm up after smiling.

But at this moment, Zhou Yi suddenly took a step and said with his hands behind his back: "I am Artest, let him go!"

"What... what?"

One word, shocked the Quartet!
Baji, both parties were surprised when they played the legs.

One side didn't expect that someone would impersonate Artest, and the other didn't expect that this person was actually Artest, the so-called senior elder brother who was the inheritor of the eight poles.

"Jie Jie...haha..."

"It's really hard to find anywhere, and it doesn't take much effort to get here. I'm worried that I can't find you, young master. Your brothers and sisters are so useless. I don't know what the strength of you is, a big waste." ?”

Feng Yixiao looked up to the sky and laughed.

Zhou Yi also laughed, he was not in a good mood today, but people came here one after another to abuse him, and he didn't pay attention to this kind of stuff.

"Don't worry, you'll cry later!"

Artest was about to cry, tears filled his eyes with excitement, even though his face was full of blood, he was full of gratitude and overjoyed.

"Hmph, what a big tone, let him know what a gap is with a smile." Fengmen sneered.

Feng Yixiao twisted his neck, kicked the old head to the middle, and said sarcastically: "Do you want this old thing? Unfortunately, you have no chance, and you will soon be trampled under my feet just like him. "

After the words fell, he rushed out suddenly.

His speed is as fast as chasing the wind, his legs are like shadows, but they are full of spring like bamboo.

"Cough, little...be careful..."

The old master coughed up blood, trembling with difficulty.

Zhou Yi didn't know what he was going to say, seeing the leg pulled down, he was about to go up to meet him, but suddenly the hairs all over his body tightened, and a small blade suddenly popped out from Feng Yixiao's toes.

This leg is like a leg blade.

"Fuck, what the hell?" Zhou Yi was startled and angry. Is this a martial arts contest?Clearly despicable.

He also finally understood why the old master would reluctantly remind him, and the seniors like Artest, who were covered in blood, were all killed by this foot blade. If they really followed the rules of the competition, they would definitely be hit.

And Artest also saw it, and was furious, yelling: "Despicable, shameless, how shameless are you? How dare you hide your blade in the competition."

The old master and all the apprentices closed their eyes in despair. It's over, this person has also been recruited.

Many years ago, the old head was killed by this trick. Unexpectedly, many years later, he would fall down twice in the same pit.

But just when they were desperate, Zhou Yi knew that he couldn't hide, so he took a deep breath, hugged his body with both hands, facing the leg, he managed to dodge it with soft strength, but caught it in the next second. he.

"What? Taiji?" Feng Yixiao and Fengmen were both dumbfounded, they never expected it.

But at this moment, Zhou Yi grinned, and with one hand like a knife, he slashed fiercely at Feng Yixiao's thigh. With the power of this knife, even if ten bricks are stacked together, they will be chopped at the same time. broken.

There was only a "click" sound, and Feng Yixiao raised his head to the sky and screamed, his bones were actually cracked.

But it wasn't over yet, Zhou Yi twisted hard, and twisted his thigh out of place again, like a twisted twist, and then kicked him flying.

"Ah...my legs...legs..."

In the screams, everyone in the field was dumbfounded.

Won?So easy to win?No matter whether it is eight poles or spring legs, it is unbelievable.