God-level wealthy son-in-law

Lin Jing and Murong Hai were so angry that they let these two geniuses guard the goal, it was simply too deceitful.

But compared with kneeling, it is not unacceptable.

This is probably the purpose of this bastard.

It's all tricks!

"Hmph, I'm a proud man. If you can afford it and let it go, isn't it just guarding the door? We can agree, but you also have to agree to one condition, and you will have a match with us."

Lin Jing said with burning eyes.

"Are you still determined?" Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows.

Seeing this, Murong Hai's eyes moved, does this kid want to make trouble again?If they didn't have any importance in the competition, wouldn't he use some other Patriarch to suppress them?
"Wait a minute, let's try, I want to change the way."

"Ok?"

Murong Haidao: "Throughout the ages, there have been many ways for masters to compete with each other. Strength, speed, and martial arts comparisons are not just about blush."

"What's more, the two of us gained the upper hand after all, if we singled out you one by one, it would be disgraceful even if we win."

"It makes sense!" Lin Jing said with bright eyes.

To put it another way, no matter what happens to Zhou Yi, it has nothing to do with them, and they can still beat him.

Who said winning can only be achieved by fighting?
"How do you want to compare?" Zhou Yi asked with great interest.

"Jie Jie, it's simple, I'll show you my ugliness first, so that you can feel what strength is." Murong Hai grinned and motioned for someone to bring the training bricks.

This kind of bricks and tiles are not the kind of bricks and tiles of the eaves, but solid red bricks. If this brick is hit on the head, it may range from dozens of stitches to ICU.

I saw that the red bricks were piled up for 18 yuan, nearly as tall as a person, and the shorter ones might not be able to reach them.

Lin Jing's face trembled. This bastard is really ruthless. The Nanpai is best at muscle and bone strength. Generally, those who have not been trained may be injured.

After all, who has nothing to do with smashing bricks?
No matter how strong a person is, a flesh and blood body is still inferior to a stone, and it is easy to crack a hand on a red brick.

However, although his northern faction has refined his legwork, his strength is still somewhat involved. Although he will definitely not be able to defeat Murong Hai, winning Zhou Yi is not crushing.

Seeing this, the elders of the two sects also showed joy on their faces. As expected of core disciples, they are not only talented, but also smart.

This kind of good method is simply wonderful.

If Zhou Yi was injured at the time of introduction, no one could be blamed.

Sure enough, Tie Lao couldn't help frowning. These two little guys were playing tricks. These competition methods were all in their favor. Now he didn't want to win or not. I'm afraid Zhou Yi would still get injured in the end.

Just when he wanted to dissuade Zhou Yi, he saw Murong Hai yelled, and jumped up directly. There was nothing fancy about it, and he just dropped his palm knife.

"Give me... break it!"

"Oh!"

The ground shook, and the middle of the 18-yuan red bricks cracked.

It was all split in the middle.

"This…"

Everyone clicked their tongues. Although they all knew that Murong Hai was powerful, seeing this scene with their own eyes was quite shocking, and they probably wouldn't be able to do it in other roles.

Even the Iron Armored Guard Jinmian had an incomparably dignified expression. They had done this before in training, but the highest record was still 15 yuan, and it was Jin Yi and Jin Er.

That level is much higher than that of Murong Hai.

But now...

Even Zhou Yi also praised: "The cultivation power of the Southern School is really powerful. It is worthy of being the iconic existence of China. It is not weaker than the high-ranking power at all just now."

"Even, win it!"

Satisfied, Murong Hai flicked his sleeve lightly and said, "Patriarch Zhou is overrated. His skills are too small to be worth mentioning. The Nanpai is much better than me."

"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"

Seeing his look of needing a beating, Lin Jing couldn't help but look contemptuous, and immediately took a deep breath, gathered his strength, exploded, and roared, punching the red brick down.

"Oh!"

The 15 yuan brick cracked directly to the bottom.

However, if you look carefully, although the last brick has some cracks, it is not cracked.

It can only be regarded as 14 yuan!
Lin Jing's face darkened, obviously dissatisfied with the result, but his fist was already in pain, and he cursed secretly in his heart, let's see how I will deal with you later.

But then, he looked at Zhou Yi again, and said with a sneer, "Patriarch Zhou, please, let us also learn about the unique skills of the martial sages. I wonder how much you can break?"

14 yuan is his limit, but he is definitely much stronger than Zhou Yi. It is said that this guy seems to be good at concealed weapons. This kind of method is more beneficial for sneak attacks or tactics against crowds, but it is better to go it alone.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him jokingly, Old Tie coughed dryly: "Don't be brave, it's not your specialty after all, he's also good at strength from the Southern School, not others."

But these words made some elders outside dissatisfied. Strong strength does not mean that we only have boxing skills. Our explosive power is not weak in all aspects, and it is enough to drop ten times with one strength.

Just like Murong Hai's frightening power, if one punch hits, the high-level psykers would have to dodge in fright.

Zhou Yi stroked his chin and said, "Prepare 14 yuan for me too."

"Oh? Why, is Patriarch Zhou trying to challenge my record? Then be careful not to break your hand bones." Lin Jing glanced at him and said.

Is this kid looking at him as a bully?
Paying back 14 yuan, what an idiot!
Murong Hai smiled even more happily, no matter what, he has already won, 18 yuan, Invincible is so lonely, Zhou Yi has no chance to stand up again.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Yi took a deep breath, and instead of opening and closing, he put his hand on the top of the red brick, accumulating and stacking his strength, and suddenly pressed hard.

The power exploded directly.

"Inch...burst!"

"boom!"

The ground shook violently, and the floor actually cracked several shocking cracks, which made people horrified.

"What the hell? What did this guy do just now? Why doesn't a single piece of this red brick look broken? Could it be the thunder and rain?" The faces of the elders were dull.

Lin Jing, Murong Hai was just about to ridicule and disdain, but when the wind blew, the solid red brick was shattered inch by inch, as if rotten, and scattered into sand in the blink of an eye.

There was no messy break, but there was an even more unimaginable scene, the red brick was actually broken into sand.

Zhou Yi turned 14 yuan into red sand.

Although it is not as broken and small as real sand, the scene in front of it can already shock everyone's jaws.

"This... how is this possible? What did you do? What kind of power is this? Could it be that your red brick is a defective product? It is fake, otherwise how could you have done this?"

Lin Jing and Murong Hai screamed.

This is incredible, even some senior elders of his southern faction can't do this scene at all.

If you want to simply crack the red bricks, many people can do it, but Murong Hai and the elders can't do it, let alone 14 yuan.

There must be something wrong with him!