"I'm asking you this question?" The disciple stared at Zhao Li and his group coldly, and said in a deep voice: "You group of wastes are not lying down in Bingxin Hall. Why are you here to do it?"

"this..."

"We...we're just here... to watch the game...watch the game..."

Zhao Li secretly wiped off the sweat from his forehead and said hurriedly.

However, this was finished.

Bang!

A crisp sound came out.

So he saw Zhao Li wandering around in place, then fell heavily to the ground.

When people looked at it together, they found that there was a bright red palm print on his cheek. The man had long been staring and dizzy, and the disciple was already very proud.

"What are you doing?"

"Why did you hit our junior brother?"

All the disciples from the Soul Martial Hall rushed up and were furious.

But the next second, seven or eight disciples from Pogang Hall came over there, and they all showed their might and pushed towards them.

In an instant, everyone's faces changed drastically.

The disciple squinted his eyes and glanced at the person in the Soul Martial Hall in front of him, and snorted coldly: "Why? Do I need a reason to beat you the waste from the Pogang Hall?"

"you..."

"Now, kneel down to me!"

The disciple was arrogant and arrogant and said: "This is not Bingxin Hall. There are no people from Bingxin Hall to protect you. If anyone doesn't kneel down, I will break whose leg today!"

As soon as these words fell, everyone's eyes changed instantly.

All the people in the Soul Martial Arts Hall clenched their fists and gritted their teeth one by one.

They had a total of more than a hundred people, and there were only less than ten people in Pogang Hall.

But... if they really want to start, they may not be the opponent of this Pogang Tang people!

After entering the Soul Martial Hall, their cultivation level was extremely difficult to increase, and the people of Pogang Hall received guidance from elders and cultivated by the sect, and their strength improved by leaps and bounds.

Now, the gap between the Soul Martial Arts people and the disciples of other departments is quite huge.

"Senior brother, what should I do?"

"Fight with them!"

"Senior Brother!"

Everyone looked at Cao Yingli and growled in anger.

"Hand it? Interesting!"

The man sneered, with no fear on his face.

People around him looked at him with a smile on their faces.

The situation became weird.

However, at this moment, a sound floated.

"Dongming is just a group of fellow disciples from the Soul Martial Arts Hall, why do you bully them like this?"

The sound fell and people looked at it together.

But I saw a small group of people walking towards this side.
Chapter completed!