Chapter 941 Chapter 245: Broken Tablet

When young, people always feel that ability is more important than the help of the family. Only when they are really mature will they understand that the current situation is better than others is not empty talk.

If this is in Zhongzhou, even if the Zhongzhou Tianjiao in the ring is determined to be bullying, the spectators will at most whisper a few words of sarcasm and let the matter pass.

But this is in Longzhou, and even more on the land of Lanshan City. As soon as the divine spirit of Xiaoyue Fierce Wolf behind Zhongzhou Tianjiao was revealed, it was locked by a dozen tyrannical spirits, and the shadow of Xiaoyue Fierce Wolf's back was high. Arched, hair standing upright, there is no pleasure in playing with the weak in his eyes, only guard.

The feeling of thorns on his back made Zhongzhou Tianjiao unable to move and stiffen. He could feel dozens of malicious eyes staring at him. As long as there is a slight change, these eyes will turn into a ghost.

Heavenly spirit, neck, ventricle, pubic region, limbs!

The clear division of labor seems like a butcher sharpening a knife, and he is the fish on that chopping board.

As the Tianjiao of the Li family in Zhongzhou, the descendant of the 72 Kings, Li Chengjun had never been treated like this before, when he was about to have an attack, but found that the souls that locked him suddenly disappeared.

Suspiciously, his whole body was suddenly covered by shadows, and an indifferent and deep man's voice rang behind him.

"Are you looking for me?"

I turned my head in surprise, but only saw a majestic figure like a mountain. Looking up, he was a young man with an indifferent expression and a star-shaped eyebrow. His appearance was somewhat similar to that of the kid on the stage, and his big hand was facing his door. Under the cover.

"Cheng Jun, be careful!"

The Tianjiao from Zhongzhou also warned Li Chengjun, but there is no need to be reminded of this kind of thing. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, he just stared blankly at the approach of a big fan-like hand. Only he knew in his heart that there was something in that palm. With a tyrannical force capable of destroying him, he didn't want to move, but was trembling and unable to move because of this force.

The palm of his hand fell, covering his face, his five fingers closed as if being clamped by iron tongs. Li Chengjun held Tang Luo's right arm with both hands and wailed loudly: "Let go, let go!"

Tang Luo was expressionless, despite Li Chengjun's wailing and writhing, but his sturdy right arm remained motionless, turned around, and threw the man in his hand like a rag toward the group of Tianjiao who came to challenge from Zhongzhou, and the group watched The companion was humiliated and hurriedly stepped forward to take support. As soon as a few good Zhongzhou Tianjiao joined hands, they found that the threefold tyrannical strength erupted from Li Chengjun's body, and instead of helping others, they were knocked down.

In today's era, spiritual skills are emphasized and physical training is light. Masters of physical skills are usually around sixty years old. Where is the experience of dealing with masters of physical skills in this group of thirty or forty years old? After being hit, they have struggled for a long time without telling The strength dissolves, really embarrassed.

The challenger was embarrassed, but the spectators in the martial arts field burst into shocking cheers. Because of loyalty to help rebuild the relationship between Nancheng, Tang Luo’s reputation at this time was growing, and the spectators were suffering from not being able to see Tang Luo and express their gratitude. Seeing it at this time, the civilians still shouted.

But these causal Zhongzhou challengers were naturally unclear, thinking they were laughing at their embarrassment, one by one got up angrily and stared at Tang Luo on the stage viciously.

Facing these easy-to-understand children, Tang Luo can only sigh that Zhongzhou is such a good place.

What a generous and relaxed environment is it to make these aristocratic patriots, who are all in their 30s and 40s, still look like such childish children.

Observing one leaf and knowing autumn, seeing these noble princes can understand what kind of martial arts sacred place is with such a long and young state.

No wonder the people in Zhongzhou have always looked down on the families of other continents, and they want to come for this reason.

"I am Tang Luo, yes, but I am not the number one **** son of all races you are looking for."

Facing this group of Zhongzhou Tianjiao’s eyes, Tang Luo, who stood on the stage, said calmly: “If you want to prove yourself, there is a stage where you can do what you can do. Why go all the way to Longzhou, even if you can beat me and take away The monument can prove that he is the number one **** son of the ten thousand races? Is it interesting to fight for a fancy name?"

Wiping away the blood on the corners of his mouth, Li Chengjun raised his head and said bitterly: "It's a grand-sounding one. There is a contest with real swords and guns. What a skill behind a sneak attack! If you can promise me, I will leave without turning around. Admit that you are the number one son of god!"

When encountering such a group of two stunners, Tang Luo was really angry, rubbed his head, and said helplessly: "To be honest, your acknowledgment, or the acknowledgment of the King of Dutian, doesn’t matter to me, am I a ten thousand clan? The first **** son is not a stone tablet that can be proved, so this tablet is meaningless to me. If you want it so, then this tablet will be given to you, and it will be placed at the gate of Wutang. Whoever gets it first To whom."

"Are you treating us as wild thieves!" Li Chengjun said coldly: "The King of Du Tianxun issued an edict to designate Longxi Tangluo as "the first **** of all races." The patrol's edict was wrong!"

Reaching out and touching his chin, Tang Luo's eyes flashed inexplicably: "So, you want to defeat me just to destroy Wang Xun's stone stele?"

"That's right, even if we are not your opponents, someone will challenge you afterwards, not to destroy the monument of Wang Xun, and promise not to stop!"

Shaking his head, Tang Luo flew up and disappeared into the martial arts arena. The group of Tianjiao from Zhongzhou looked at each other, and rose up from the sky, and followed Tang Luo closely.

After chasing the man in front of him, a group of people came to the gate of Wutang in Lanshan City in a short time. A stone monument measuring several feet high was placed at the door. The surface of the monument was: six characters, the first **** of the ten thousand clan, and the life of Tang Luo on the back of the stone monument. And record.

Tang Luo landed in front of the stone monument, waved his hand to stop the Wutang guard who wanted to come forward to salute, and said to the fallen Zhongzhou Tianjiao: "This is a stone monument, why bother to destroy it, watch it."

Reaching out to cover the monument, it was violently destroyed, and the tall stone monument turned into limestone under the stunned expression of Zhongzhou Tianjiao.

Warriors value glory and despise life and death. Everyone knows the water in the first **** of the Tang Luo Wan clan, but who doesn't want to replace it.

If this fame falls on themselves, why not fight for it? This idea is almost rooted in the hearts of every Zhongzhou Tianjiao, so they cannot understand why Tang Luo would destroy this glory so easily, and their hearts suddenly fell empty. of.

"Papa."

Tang Luo, who turned the stone tablet into fly ash, clapped his hands and said to the people: "Alan Mountain is located in the middle reaches of the Lingjiang River, with beautiful flowers and cedar trees. You can stay for a few more days. Tang Mou will have to retreat and be out of company. "

(End of this chapter)