"Papapa!"

Zhang Xing patted Wu Guanshi's face with his hand, but did not exert much effort.

"Yes, I'll hit you. Do you have any opinions?"

"Look ... slot!"

Wu Guanshi wiped his nose and looked at his hands, all blood.

"Your boy is dying!"

Gritting his teeth, his anger reached the extreme, raising his hand and fanning Zhang Xing again.

"Snapped!"

Wu Guanshi only felt a flower in front of him, his palm stopped three inches in front of Zhang Xing's face, but he couldn't move at all.

With a buzz in his head, his body shook and his feet softened.

Tong Tong knelt down.

Uh!

What is rhythm?

Why did Wu Guanshi kneel to Zhang Xing?

Is Wu Guanshang fanned again?

Everyone was confused, unknown.

After the two breaths, Wu Guanshi can see things clearly.

But he found himself kneeling on the ground while Zhang Xing was looking down at him.

Full of anger, don't even think about why.

Struggling to stand up.

But Zhang Xing raised a right hand and placed it gently on top of his head.

Boom!

The straightened waist bent down again.

I felt a big mountain over his head, out of breath.

Not to mention standing up.

His face was flushed and his teeth were strained, but he could not use any energy at all.

The fighting spirit in the body was constricted in Dantian, and he could not mobilize the slightest.

My heart trembled.

Wu Guanshi seemed to think something.

Do not! This is impossible! He will not have such a high degree of cultivation.

How could a teenager, a respected youth, go to a miscellaneous house to be the lowest disciple.

The most unfortunate is also the outside disciple among the formal disciples.

If there is a backer behind Zhang Xing, he doesn't believe it, and there is no such thing as a major manager.

Besides, there are disciples who are backers who come here to exercise.

There is another possibility ...

"Zhang Xing, let me go, beat the senior brother in public, abolish Xiuwei, and get out of the gate."

"No one can save you now!"

Wu Guanshi felt that Zhang Xing must have offended people, otherwise he would not have been assigned here.

So he has confidence.

"It's impossible to let go, just kneel here."

"I didn't want to embarrass you, you don't deserve it."

"But if you make trouble for me five times, then you can't forgive it."

"Hit three heads and apologize to me in public, that's all it takes."

"If you feel tough enough, kneel to death!"

Zhang Xing's tone was flat, but Wu Guanshi and the other disciples listened, but they were all upright and their heads felt cold.

Kneel to death ... unimaginable.

"Zhang Xing, let go of Brother Wu!"

"Zhang Xing, do you want to die?"

"..."

The crowd clamored (very ting), but no one dared to step forward.

"Shaven!"

Zhang Xing looked coldly, and the scene calmed down.

"Don't cook, what's around (dry gan)?"

Brothers Husbands were scolded by Zhang Xing, they all bowed their heads and didn't dare to look directly at them.

"Oh! The rice is going to be mushy!"

"Broken! Tofu soup forgot to put salt!"

With that said, he turned around and ran towards the house.

The remaining people were dispersed by Zhang Xing's fierce energy, and they were busy living.

In fact, they relied on others to follow the blind.

Once their momentum is not overwhelming, then it is time for them to admit it.

Of course, Wu is not in trouble, they do not counsel.

Now Wu Guanshi knelt down and they persuaded.

"Zhang Xing, I'm going to sue you!

"I......"

Snapped!

Zhang Xing patted his head: "Shut up and kneel honestly!"