super king glory

"Spicy chicken should look like a spicy chicken, and challenge others like others. If you try your best, you are not my opponent, understand?"

Snapped!

Wang Xiaojian said something contemptuously, and then slapped Yang Wei on the face again.

Yang Wei's eyes were staring, and his face was swollen.

The huge force almost knocked him into a concussion.

In my head, there are all roaring voices.

Yang Wei opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but his dislocated jaw made him unable to speak a word, and let out a scream.

Immediately, what greeted him was Wang Xiaojian's contemptuous scolding, and slaps on the face one after another.

"Shabi, you still want to steal my Xiangxiang wife?"

Snapped!

"Spicy chicken."

Snapped!

"Impotence stuff!"

Snapped!

"Is it wrong?"

clap clap clap!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taunting. King points +6!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taunting. King points +6!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taunting. King points +6!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taunting. King points +6!"

Wang Xiaojian slapped Yang Wei's face with another slap.

Every time a slap fell, Yang Wei would let out a scream, making him vomit blood.

Every time a slap fell, a clear reminder sounded in Wang Xiaojian's mind, and the points increased a lot.

Under everyone's dumbfounded gazes, Wang Xiaojian kept slapping Yang Wei's face.

Wang Xiaojian wanted to avenge Chu Ningxiang, but at this moment, when Yang Wei slapped Yang Wei's blushing, he felt a great pleasure in his heart.

Staring blankly at Wang Xiaojian, he slapped Yang Wei's face with slap after slap, and the disciple of Chunyang Sect was stunned.

They never thought that things would turn out like this.

After the young master Yang Wei made a move, not only did he fail to kill Wang Xiaojian, but he was restrained by Wang Xiaojian's move, and then he slapped him in the face non-stop.

At this time, Wang Xiaojian's palm fell on Yang Wei's face.

But now, in their eyes, it was as if they had been slapped in the face, and the slapping sound made gold stars pop out of their eyes.

The melon eater at the foot of the mountain was dumbfounded.

This is the young master of Chunyangmen!

However, he was held in his hand and slapped in the face non-stop.

And the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect all showed smiles.

They had heard of Wang Xiaojian's strength.

From their point of view, it was all expected.

Not only were they not surprised, on the contrary, they were very relieved.

Just now, the young master of the Chunyang sect insulted their suzerain Chu Jianyun, and now he has received retribution.

A senior member of the Spirit Sword Sect also watched all this.

In their hearts, in addition to being happy, there is also gratitude.

Because, they clearly knew that, except for Wang Xiaojian, no one could grab the young master of Chunyangmen and slap him in the face under the eyes of everyone.

However, the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect were enjoying themselves, and the senior officials of the Chunyang Sect couldn't sit still.

They found that Wang Xiaojian seemed to slap Yang Feng's face casually, with great force.

After just a few slaps, Yang Wei's face was covered with blood.

This is the rhythm to beat him to death.

"Zhuzi Wang Xiaojian, stop! Don't let him go?!"

When Wang Xiaojian's slaps fell one after another, there was a sound of fury in the air.

It was Yang Feng, the master of Chunyangmen, who glared at Wang Xiaojian and roared loudly.

He exuded a terrifying aura, as if if Wang Xiaojian didn't hold back, he would rush up and kill Wang Xiaojian.

Seeing Yang Feng's appearance, Wang Xiaojian sneered in his heart.

A playful expression appeared on his handsome face, his eyes crossed the air, looked at Yang Feng, and said, "Master Yang, why should I stop. Didn't you hear the life-and-death match that was promised?!"

Wang Xiaojian didn't stop, and after speaking, he raised his hand again and slapped Yang Wei on the face.

Wang Xiaojian is a strong Nine Star Martial King with a strength of 20 jin.

Even if it is him, he is not a seven-star general who can receive a casual slap.

When the slap fell, Yang Wei, who was seriously injured himself, spat out blood with a puff.

Immediately, he exhaled more air, inhaled less, his neck tilted, and he passed out.

"Several slaps are unbearable! The young master of Chunyangmen is really hot."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taunting. King points +6!"

Wang Xiaojian threw Yang Wei on the ground like a dead dog, and a clear reminder sounded in his mind.

His contemptuous scolding made the senior officials of Chunyangmen, as well as Yang Feng, the owner of the gate, want to tear apart.