Volume 3: Stormy Chapter 265: Shame and Abacus
puff!
After spitting out another mouthful of black blood, Xue Fan felt that his body became much more unobstructed and the original pain was slightly relieved.
I have to say, his life was worth it!
Being able to fight with Zhang Zhiwei, even if he only got beaten up, Xue Fan wanted to shout "My life is worth it".
"I'll feel a little better after I spit out the blood... "
Lu Liang looked at Xue Fan and said, "What on earth have you been through? How many times did the old Taoist hit you?"
"Your soul is shattered, half of your bones are broken, and one of your ribs is almost inserted into your internal organs..."
"As for the broken bones... I won't say anything about these things. If you weren't an alien, you would have died long ago..."
Hearing this, Xue Fan's originally excited expression eased a little. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it for a long time.
Tu Junfang, who was standing by, smiled and said, "One palm!"
"How much? One palm?"
Lu Liang looked down at Xue Fan and couldn't help but sneered, " Xue Fan, Xue Fan, I didn't expect you to have made no progress in all these years. You were beaten like this by the old Heavenly Master... Tsk tsk! Shame on you!"
Seeing Lu Liang's face asking for a beating, Xue Fan wanted to punch him in the face, but thinking that his injury had not healed yet and he still needed Lu Liang to save him, Xue Fan could only endure it.
But seeing Tu Junfang's triumphant smile, Xue Fan couldn't help but said, "Yes, I was beaten like this by the old Taoist priest. I don't know which brother was shattered to pieces by the old Taoist priest's palm and was sent flying..."
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Hearing this, the smile on Tu Junfang's face suddenly froze.
Indeed, if there were no three corpses, Tu Junfang himself would be worth nothing more than a slap in the face.
The only person present who could fight with Zhang Zhiwei was Ding Shimaan.
The remaining thirteen of them were only worth thirteen slaps at best...
As if he felt Lu Liang's gaze, Tu Junfang also restrained his smile. It was really embarrassing. After all, he was one of the strongest people in the whole world, but in front of the top guy, he was like a little chicken and was slapped every time.
Shameful!
It’s really embarrassing to say it out loud!
He and Xue Fan are the eldest and second brothers...
"Could it be that the old Heavenly Master was not injured when you fourteen of him were besieging him together?"
Lu Liang asked in surprise. Although he had heard from his great-grandfather how powerful Zhang Zhiwei was, he did not participate in the XLGL battle after all. He could only hear others talk about how strong Zhang Zhiwei was.
But this one sentence was more like a sharp dagger, piercing Tu Junfang's heart.
The old man’s clothes were damaged by us, does that count?
"By the way, where's Lao Ding? I remember you treated him first, right?"
Tu Junfang didn't want to continue on this topic, so he changed the subject and asked, "Why can't I sense his presence?"
"Old Ding, he left after I cured him. I guess he plans to find a place to retreat!"
Lu Liang shrugged his shoulders. What kind of temper did Lao Ding have? Lu Liang had been patting his head all this time . Lao Ding was just a pure martial arts fanatic, his mind was full of how to become stronger. It was impossible to communicate with him. Even when he was treating him, this guy was still discussing medical issues such as the ghost gate needle with him.
But the problem is, Lü Liang knows nothing about medicine. He relies on his perfect hands and the Eight Wonders...
As soon as he recovered, Ding Shimaan couldn't wait to go into seclusion to digest the experience of the battle with XLGL.
"By the way, Brother Tu, from what you said, it seems like you want to join in the fun?" Lu Liang asked curiously.
"hey-hey!"
Tu Junfang smiled and said, "You know what, I really have this idea..."
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northeast.
"Grandma, please tell us the truth, if you really want to quit..."
In Guan Shihua's home, the leaders of the Deng and Ma families, two powerful families in the Northeast, sat in front of Guan Shihua and asked anxiously.
Guan Shihua, however, was calm and composed. He sat cross-legged on the kang, holding a cup of tea in both hands and said, "What are you two little bastards thinking? Do you really think I don't know?"
"Why? Without me, do you think that there will be no one to take the lead in this lineage of the horse-riding immortals, and you will not be able to reap the benefits? Look at how little you have achieved!"
"this……"
Even though everyone present here is a white-haired old man, if you really count, Guan Shihua is a senior of their parents' generation.
In Guan Shihua's eyes, these so-called decision-makers are just a bunch of little brats, so Guan Shihua naturally doesn't need to be polite to them.
"No... It's such a big deal, you should at least tell us so that we can be prepared!"
The head of the Deng family said: "This witchcraft conference is also organized by our Chu Ma family, but this Liangshan..."
"Why? Feeling frustrated?"
Guan Shihua smiled disdainfully, "Who told you not to take the initiative? Don't you understand the principle of first come first served?"
Guan Shihua knew exactly what these little creatures were thinking.
Over the years, this group of spirit mediums have gained a lot of benefits by relying on her status as one of the Ten Lords.
As a result, once Guan Shihua withdraws from the Ten Lords, the interests of these spiritual masters will inevitably suffer losses.
He has come to me now, probably because he wants to take over the hosting rights of this witchcraft conference.
After all, whoever is the caller is most likely to become the leader of this organization.
The title of Wizard King is very tempting to these spirit-exorcist families.
However, they were a step too slow in the end and were overtaken by the Liangshan shamans.
It's really embarrassing to say. After all, I am in the Northeast. Logically, these people should know it first.
Those who had already taken advantage of the geographical location were robbed of their timing and people by Liangshan.
If this were to be told to others, Guan Shihua would be extremely embarrassed.
Really...
Guan Shihua opened his slightly narrowed eyes, glanced at the youngsters present, and sighed in his heart: Each generation is really worse than the previous one. They don’t even have a little cleverness, and yet they want to sit in the position of leader. Stop it.
"Okay, don't come here to complain to me. I won't take care of this matter."
Guan Shihua said firmly: "Don't tell me that I am also a Chu Ma Xian, and I have to take care of the Chu Ma Xian lineage. You guys are just a bunch of useless people, so don't expect so much from me!"
Without paying any attention to the expressions of the old guys present, Guan Shihua continued, "Over the years, I have fought for a lot of benefits for you, and preserved the Chu Ma Kung Fu that was about to become extinct. I don't think I owe anyone anything in this life!"
"So don't come here and threaten me with the so-called 'righteousness'. I'm already half dead, and I don't care about those empty names. If you want to continue to maintain your current treatment, go ahead and fight for it! If you don't have the ability, don't complain!"
