Endless pain arises from every cell in Si Nantian (body sh n).

The teeth that had not been broken in his mouth were also bitten by himself.

He was completely transformed.

The height (body sh n), which was only one meter seven, became one meter nine.

The fat figure turned into a flagpole.

One foot is long and one foot is short.

His mouth was squinting and crooked, and Hara kept on.

Because of the pain, the hair was chopped down.

This scene stunned and shivered.

This scene quickly made the audience did not respond.

By the time the Lord of Tran City and several elders tried to stop it, it was too late.

However, the owner of Si Jicheng still shouted, "Si Nantian concedes, Zhang worships you and wins!"

As soon as the words came down, Zhang Xing lifted his feet and kicked Si Nantian's (spi) stock.

Huh!

Everyone drew a corner of their mouths and stared at Si Nantian, who flew in the other direction.

This kid's revenge is good (qiang qiang), don't offend him.

The face (color) of Si Jicheng and others were dark, and he almost vomited blood.

Nima! I said I gave up, you're still embarrassed.

It's okay if you come back, you can't see the figure anymore.

It is clear that I want to make Si Nantian more painful.

The Si family flew out of them and ran to the other side of the mountain to find someone.

Zhang Xing took out a white handkerchief and wiped away sweat and dust that did not exist on his forehead.

Then he wiped his hands again and said lightly, "Next!"

The voice reached the ears of everyone present.

For a while, there was nothing but silence, and no one dared to respond!

Zhang Xingben (body sh n) 's combat power is beyond doubt.

That was the existence of three generations of disciples.

It's unwise to know what you can't do!

Therefore, everyone can only choose to be silent.

"Oh!"

"Sihao, what are you waiting for?"

Si Jicheng patted the table, gritted his teeth, and glared at the ground.

The old man sitting in the first position on his right side behind him (body sh n) froze in his heart.

He is Si Hao, the first of the second generation of disciples, and the future successor of the city owner.

He didn't want to fight Zhang Xing.

On the one hand, he couldn't see through Zhang Xing and didn't know how to win.

On the other hand, he couldn't afford to lose.

If he loses, he will lose points in the results of the battle for the city lord.

Even the competition qualification will be lost because of this defeat.

But the Lord of the City spoke, and he had to go.

Stand up scrupulously, bow to the city master, bow, and walk slowly towards the field.

People like Mocai Yi weren't panic, and they were even proud.

Winning two games in a row has much face.

They all wanted to laugh, but they held back in order not to increase hatred.

The Si family finally couldn't help it, and sent a second generation of disciples.

Although it is a seven-star warlord, it is not enough to defeat Zhang Xing.

At this time, the people who went out to find Si Nantian returned.

They carried Si Nantian, who was in great pain and sweaty.

"Master, we also ..."

Si Ji raised his hand to stop them.

Squat down (body sh n) to start a careful examination of the convulsions (body sh n) Si Nantian.

They know this kind of harsh technique and have used it before.

Just find the source of the hit area and you can easily resolve it.

Soon, he saw a dozen fingerprints left by Zhang Xing.

"Huh! I'm not home yet. If it were me, I wouldn't leave a trace."

Raising his hand and throwing out a dozen fightings, he hit the fingerprints exactly.

"Well, take him down and rest for a while and you'll be fine."

After speaking, I just remembered (body sh n), but saw Si Nantianhun (body sh n) trembled even more.

In addition, a large amount of blood was ejected from the mouth.

What is this ...?

Anxious in his heart, he quickly entered Si Nantian's vindictiveness to suppress the outbreak of injuries.