Sima Lin said with a pale face.

"Isn't the grudge of killing my father a joke? Mr. Bao San, I know that it is not your opponent. If you want to kill, you will kill me. I will insult me ​​like this, but I must not."

Mr. Bao San said with a smile.

"I just don't kill you, but I just want to insult you. How can you do anything to me?"

Sima Lin was so angry that his chest was about to explode, but he said that he went forward and fought desperately in anger, but he did not dare to stand in the local area, and was in a dilemma and was very embarrassed.

Mr. Bao San said with a smile.

"With your little skill in Sima Wei, how can I worry about my brother Murong? Mr. Murong's martial arts skills are ten times higher than me. Think about it yourself, is Sima Wei worthy of him to do it yourself?"

Sima Lin had not answered yet, and Zhu Baokun had drawn out his weapons and said loudly.

"Mr. Bao San, Mr. Sima Wei is my mentor instructor of art. I don't allow you to insult his reputation after his death like this."

Mr. Bao San said with a smile.

"You are a spy who has been involved in the Qingcheng School's stolen masters and learns his skills. What are you doing next door?"

Zhu Baokun said loudly.

"Master Sima treats me as benevolence and righteous, and Zhu Baokun is ashamed of repaying it. Today, he died to safeguard his reputation and reduce my sin of deceiving him. Mr. Bao San, you apologize to the leader of Sima for admitting his mistake."

Mr. Bao San said with a smile.

"Mr. Bao San never admits his mistake in his life and never apologizes. He knows that he is wrong, he will hold on to the end even if he opens his mouth. Sima has no good reputation before hygiene, and his reputation will be worse after death. Such a person should have been killed long ago, and he will be killed well! He will be killed well!"

Zhu Baokun shouted angrily.

"You'll send troops!"

Mr. Bao San said with a smile.

"Sima Wei's sons and disciples are all such pussy guys. They can't do anything except hurting people with hidden arrows."

Zhu Baokun shouted.

"See the trick!"

With one move, he attacked him at the same time with a steel cone in his left hand and a small hammer in his right hand.

Mr. Bao San even stopped getting up, swung his left sleeve, and a strong wind rushed towards him. Zhu Baokun felt his breath suffocating and dodged. Mr. Baosan hooked his right foot and Zhu Baokun fell to the ground. Mr. Baosan took advantage of the momentum to kick out his right foot, hitting his buttocks, and kicking him straight out of the hall door.

Zhu Baokun turned around in the air, put his shoulder on the ground, and when he touched it, he turned over and stood up, rushed into the hall with a skeleton and a turn, and poked Mr. Bao San's chest.

Mr. Bao San stretched out his palm and grabbed his wrist. With a swing, he threw his body high. With a loud slap, he hit the beam again. Zhu Baokun fell to the ground, turned over and stood up, and rushed over again for the third time.

Mr. Bao San frowned.

"You are really not sure what you are. Can't I just kill you?"

Zhu Baokun shouted.

"It's better if you kill me..."

Mr. Bao San poked his arms out, grabbed his hands and sent forward. He called out two ticacies. Zhu Baokun's arms were broken, and then he poked his left shoulder with a cone and hit his right shoulder with a hammer. His shoulders were immediately bleeding. He was seriously injured. Although he still wanted to fight desperately, he was already powerless.

The Qingcheng Sect looked at each other, wondering if he should come forward to rescue him. However, seeing that he ignored his life in order to protect his reputation, it was not false, but his hatred for him was mostly eliminated.

Azhu kept watching, silent, and suddenly said.

"Uncle Sima, uncle Zhu, if I, Gusu Murong, really killed Mr. Sima, how could I save your lives? If Brother Bao San wants to kill you all, it is not difficult, at least he doesn't have to save Mr. Sima's life."

"Miss Wang will not save Mr. Zhu again and again. Who did you take action to hurt Mr. Sima? You should go back and investigate carefully."

Sima Lin said with a pale face.

"Isn't the grudge of killing my father a joke? Mr. Bao San, I know that it is not your opponent. If you want to kill, you will kill me. I will insult me ​​like this, but I must not."

Mr. Bao San said with a smile.

"I just don't kill you, but I just want to insult you. How can you do anything to me?"

Sima Lin was so angry that his chest was about to explode, but he said that he went forward and fought desperately in anger, but he did not dare to stand in the local area, and was in a dilemma and was very embarrassed.

Mr. Bao San said with a smile.

"With your little skill in Sima Wei, how can I worry about my brother Murong? Mr. Murong's martial arts skills are ten times higher than me. Think about it yourself, is Sima Wei worthy of him to do it yourself?"

Sima Lin had not answered yet, and Zhu Baokun had drawn out his weapons and said loudly.

"Mr. Bao San, Mr. Sima Wei is my mentor instructor of art. I don't allow you to insult his reputation after his death like this."

Mr. Bao San said with a smile.

"You are a spy who has been involved in the Qingcheng School's stolen masters and learns his skills. What are you doing next door?"

Zhu Baokun said loudly.

"Master Sima treats me as benevolence and righteous, and Zhu Baokun is ashamed of repaying it. Today, he died to safeguard his reputation and reduce my sin of deceiving him. Mr. Bao San, you apologize to the leader of Sima for admitting his mistake."

Mr. Bao San said with a smile.

"Mr. Bao San never admits his mistake in his life and never apologizes. He knows that he is wrong, he will hold on to the end even if he opens his mouth. Sima has no good reputation before hygiene, and his reputation will be worse after death. Such a person should have been killed long ago, and he will be killed well! He will be killed well!"

Zhu Baokun shouted angrily.

"You'll send troops!"

Mr. Bao San said with a smile.

"Sima Wei's sons and disciples are all such pussy guys. They can't do anything except hurting people with hidden arrows."

Zhu Baokun shouted.

"See the trick!"

With one move, he attacked him at the same time with a steel cone in his left hand and a small hammer in his right hand.

Mr. Bao San even stopped getting up, swung his left sleeve, and a strong wind rushed towards him. Zhu Baokun felt his breath suffocating and dodged. Mr. Baosan hooked his right foot and Zhu Baokun fell to the ground. Mr. Baosan took advantage of the momentum to kick out his right foot, hitting his buttocks, and kicking him straight out of the hall door.

Zhu Baokun turned around in the air, put his shoulder on the ground, and when he touched it, he turned over and stood up, rushed into the hall with a skeleton and a turn, and poked Mr. Bao San's chest.

Mr. Bao San stretched out his palm and grabbed his wrist. With a swing, he threw his body high. With a loud slap, he hit the beam again. Zhu Baokun fell to the ground, turned over and stood up, and rushed over again for the third time.

Mr. Bao San frowned.

"You are really not sure what you are. Can't I just kill you?"

Zhu Baokun shouted.

"It's better if you kill me..."

Mr. Bao San poked his arms out, grabbed his hands and sent forward. He called out two ticacies. Zhu Baokun's arms were broken, and then he poked his left shoulder with a cone and hit his right shoulder with a hammer. His shoulders were immediately bleeding. He was seriously injured. Although he still wanted to fight desperately, he was already powerless.

The Qingcheng Sect looked at each other, wondering if he should come forward to rescue him. However, seeing that he ignored his life in order to protect his reputation, it was not false, but his hatred for him was mostly eliminated.

Azhu kept watching, silent, and suddenly said.

"Uncle Sima, uncle Zhu, if I, Gusu Murong, really killed Mr. Sima, how could I save your lives? If Brother Bao San wants to kill you all, it is not difficult, at least he doesn't have to save Mr. Sima's life."

"Miss Wang will not save Mr. Zhu again and again. Who did you take action to hurt Mr. Sima? You should go back and investigate carefully."

"Uncle Sima, uncle Zhu, if I, Gusu Murong, really killed Mr. Sima, how could I save your lives? If Brother Bao San wants to kill you all, it is not difficult, at least he doesn't have to save Mr. Sima's life."

"Miss Wang will not save Mr. Zhu again and again. Who is the one who hurt Mr. Sima? You should go back and investigate carefully."
Chapter completed!