Chapter 232 Confident Invitation Duel

Zeng Rushan and other several others arrived. At this time, Zeng folded his branches in the arena and the downtown, standing in the field with his hands waiting for the appearance of the majestic wind.

Zeng Rushan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xiongfeng had not yet appeared and shouted, "You are not ashamed enough!"

After hearing his father's voice, Zeng Zhezhi turned around and said, "Are you afraid of what he will do? Originally, my strength was not much different from him, but now I hardly eat or drink hard to practice for seven days. What's so difficult for him?

Hearing the words, Zeng Rushan's face changed, and several elders such as Bi Hu behind him also shook their heads inexprehensively.

Even if they practice hard for a year, they may not be able to resist the power of the 16th level of Innate Creation Palm, let alone you?

"Well, in this case, don't be careless, try to be fast, and don't delay time with him, or you will never win." Zeng Rushan said seriously.

"The child understands that even if the child loses to the devil this time, he will never lose the face of our martial arts museum. I put on this ring to let all the heroes understand that someone in my martial arts museum dares to challenge this righteous devil." Zeng Zhezhi said with a strange smile.

"Real! I'm the devil."

Everyone followed the sound, and the people who came were Xiongfeng, followed by Tang Xiaorou, Shen Dadao and some warriors in the Shen Dadao River.

Seeing this, Zeng Rushan hurriedly went to Shen Dadao and Xiongfeng, deliberately covering his face with a faint embarrassment.

"Brother Shen and Xian's nephew really came very timely. Please show mercy to the dog's men!"

Xiong Feng just nodded to Zeng's broken branches. And where can I see the smile on the face of Zeng's broken branch at this time? The corners of his mouth twitched slightly and hesitated for a moment. The corners of his eyes looked uncontrollably at Tang Xiaorou, who was not far away, but she saw the girl gently staring at the majestic wind in the field. The delicate and touching appearance had never been exposed in front of him...

The teeth bit fiercely, and the slightly childish little face was full of coldness and jealousy.

Looking at Zeng Zhizhi with a stubborn and jealous face, Zeng Rushan was also a little helpless. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly took out a round green elixir, stroked it for a while, and then quickly went to Zeng Zhizhi and stuffed it into Zeng Zhizhi's hand and whispered, "This is "enhanced" and can make you a short time. It has double strength, but after eating, you will have to spend the next month lying in **. If you don't have to, you'd better not use it.

After listening to this, he knew how much his father wanted to win! In fact, Zeng Zhezhi's idea was wrong. Zeng Zhezhi didn't want his son to lose so ugly.

But with this thing, Zeng Rushan's confidence doubled, and he suddenly grabbed it in his hand in surprise and said happily, "With this thing, you will definitely teach that guy a fierce lesson!"

Zeng Rushan frowned and gently scolded, "Don't mess with me, just give him some pain. In case he is seriously injured, the gods can't protect you. Now he is no longer as simple as a young man."

"Uh-huh, I know..." He nodded indifferently, folded his head and smiled, turned his eyes to Tang Xiaorou, and said proudly, "I'll let you know that that guy is just an embroidered pillow."

sneered and shouted, "The boy surnamed Xiong, come up quickly!"

For a while, there were more and more people off the scene, and the eyes of the whole audience suddenly gathered on Zeng's broken branches. This feeling of public attention made his face even more proud. He still has a lot of status and popularity in Yueyang. On the contrary, Xiongfeng seems to be a scholar, but only a little rebellious. I don't know when a young man in black stood in the crowd and looked at Xiong Feng with great admiration. Next to him was a graceful girl's house. Who else would this person be besides Yang Jing?

Gu Lian looked at Tang Xiaorou and sighed, "That woman is really beautiful. Did they fight for her?"

"Since ancient times, heroes have matched beautiful women, and only the winner is worthy of such a beautiful woman as him." Yang Jing laughed.

"Oh, you're stunned!" Gu Lian's face was extremely subtle dissatisfaction and jealousy.

"Oh, no, I'm here to see the wind. All the women are floating clouds in my opinion."

Why

Yang Jing did not answer, and the duel began.