Villain: Rule Mobei and become a genius?

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

Zhao Zheng's words stunned Uncle Liu and Wang Yanran.

How dare he say this.

Wang Sheng's face darkened.

The several powerful men behind him slowly formed their horns to surround Zhao Zheng.

"Third brother, my friend you are young..." Before Wang Yanran could finish her words, she was greeted by a roar.

"Shut up you bitch!"

After saying that, Wang Sheng looked at Zhao Zheng fiercely and ordered: "Destroy him!"

The few big men approaching were already ready to attack. The one at the front flew up and smashed his fists towards Zhao Zheng like hammers.

The overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai formed instantly.

The attack is quite strong.

The commotion here attracted the attention of the people.

It is human nature to watch the excitement, including the defenders.

They all looked at the conflict over there with interest.

The Ming Dynasty favored martial arts, and there were many martial arts families in the area.

I have long been used to it.

I even helped collect corpses several times.

Moreover, they were still very familiar with the Wang family, but at the same time they felt sorry for Zhao Zheng.

The third son of the Wang family is quite famous in Yingtian Mansion, but of course it is not a good name. He is vicious and vicious, and his thoughts are extremely cruel.

He once even attracted people from Jin Yiwei to come to warn him, so he restrained himself a little.

But it just restrained...

This young man is probably useless!

Uncle Liu was about to step forward when a big man stopped him.

"If you dare to take action, I will beat you to death, do you believe it?" the big man said loudly.

He was a third-grade acquired martial artist, and Lao Liu was only a second-grade acquired warrior.

While several people were talking, a shrill roar sounded.

Wang Yanran covered her mouth and looked at the scene not far away in disbelief.

She was about to speak just now, and the worst possible outcome would be to give up her identity as the heir.

But the scene in front of her was beyond her knowledge.

Uncle Liu did not hesitate to give in too much, his eyes almost popped out.

The big man who had punched Zhao Zheng in the field was now lying on the ground, with blood pouring out of his mouth and a large piece of his chest collapsed.

What's even more frightening is that none of the people present saw how Zhao Zheng did it.

People are still riding on horses and the wind is calm.

Playing with the folding fan in his hand is extremely cool.

"Don't you see that you are still a master? But in this Yingtian Mansion, if it is a dragon, you have to hold it for me, and if it is a tiger, you have to lie down for me. If you kill him, I will reward you with a skill!" Wang Sheng The second half of the sentence was yelled.

He, who was already irritable, was slapped in the face in public and fell directly into madness.

A dozen big men rode forward with solemn expressions.

The speed at which Zhao Zheng had just started was definitely much faster than them.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Come on, you guys!"

Zhao Zheng put away the fan and cursed angrily.

At this level, why do you still work as a thug for others?

Being so excited by Zhao Zheng, everyone looked at each other and then flew up and rushed towards Zhao Zheng.

Human sea tactics, swarming forward.

Zhao Zheng, who was surrounded by the crowd, sneered.

No wonder SB is a thug.

As he leisurely inserted the folding fan into his waist, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed the horse's back. His figure floated in mid-air, and he stretched out his fingers to point in the air.

In an instant, a bright and enchanting bloody wrist flower bloomed.

After killing one person with one finger, the energy continued to penetrate the three of them.

At the same time, Zhao Zheng flipped his body gracefully in the air and stepped on someone's head.

bang——

Blood blooms!

"Kill one person in one step!"

bang~

"Don't stay for a thousand miles!"

bang bang bang~

Every line of poetry is accompanied by little blood flowers blooming in the air.

Zhao Zheng is like the emperor of the night walking on blood, and he is not as handsome as a guest in the world.

At this time, the remaining seven or eight people have realized the gap between each other. Now they have no fighting spirit in their hearts and just want to escape!

Wang Sheng's eyes were extremely cold.

But he is not a showman, and his strength is not even a little bit stronger than these people.

I saw him pull out a long sword from his waist.

He raised his hands above his head, and green sword light burst out from his hands.

Haoran sword energy!

A person who is extremely ruthless uses the righteousness of the world, which will last forever.

How ridiculous and absurd.

The sword energy blew Zhao Zheng's robe and made a hunting sound in the air, arriving in an instant.

Facing this sword, Zhao Zheng put his hands behind his back and raised his foot.

The sword light shattered inch by inch and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Wang Sheng's eyes were full of disbelief.

The awe-inspiring sword energy he had cultivated since childhood could not stop the opponent's step?

Zhao Zheng's eyes were indifferent, and the fingers of his left hand were slightly stretched out and raised above his head.

The wind suddenly rose, biting the bones!

"Three thousand guests are full of flowers and drunk, and fourteen states are frosted with one sword!"

boom!

Everyone at the city gate was unable to open their eyes because of the dazzling sword light.

This sword shocked the entire Yingtian Mansion!

However, the sword energy dissipated between heaven and earth before landing on Wang Sheng's head.

At this moment, Zhao Zheng also landed lightly on the ground.

Extremely chic and endlessly arrogant.

Zhao Zheng, who matched the poem with his poem, raised his hand and fell to the ground, which was simply the peak of his popularity.

Just those two lines of poetry made people's hearts beat.

Killing one person in one step, never staying behind for a thousand miles!

The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and one sword kills fourteen states!

At this moment, Zhao Zheng was like an immortal from the Nine Heavens.

Some girls cast their eyes full of passion on Zhao Zheng.

At this moment, they know what it means to be a child of the world.

"I am the commander of the Jinyi Guards, Qinglong. Can this young master..."

When a resolute man wearing Feiyu uniform was about to speak, Zhao Zheng raised his head slightly and interrupted him.

I saw him gently coming to Wang Sheng, who was already stunned.

Look at each other gently and warmly.

"Kneel down and apologize, kowtow to make amends, and then crawl into the city!"

Exactly the same sentence as before the stick of incense.

But now no one doubts the authenticity of what the other person said.

Wang Sheng's eyes were dull, but his movements were not slow. He jumped off the horse like a zombie and knelt down in front of Zhao Zheng with a thud.

Bang bang bang!

Ringing the head three times in a row means kowtowing from the head to the flesh.

After that, he lay prone on the ground and kept squirming forward.

Don't dare to have the slightest objection.

He clearly felt the threat of death just now.

The more ruthless a person like him is, the more he is afraid of death.

What people fear or lack is often very obvious.

He is extremely timid.

Outside the city gate, everyone watched Wang Sheng quietly crawling towards the city.

No one made any strange noises.

Wang Yanran and Uncle Liu were all looking at Zhao Zheng at this moment.

What kind of being did they know?

After crawling for a few minutes, Wang Sheng entered the city, but at this time, countless dense red lines appeared on his body.

Then sizzle...