Luo Zhuo must be present in the duel between Bai Zhantang and Yu Wenming. Yu Wenming is a person who can't even see the depth of Luo Zhuo, and he has inexplicable hostility towards them. Shi Zhongyu has not recovered until now. If Bai Zhantang is not his opponent, Luo Zhuo will definitely take action. ◎

Bai Zhantang doesn't think he will lose. As the Dharma-Ending Age, perhaps the only big monster that turned into a human form, he has enough qualifications to be proud. Even Luo Zhuo is still one level worse than him in terms of realm. Even in the cultivation world that year, he was a master in the Nascent Soul stage. If it weren't for the fact that the spiritual energy of today was too thin and could not support the monks to perform large-scale magic, Bai Zhantang would be alone, no, a tiger could easily kill ten masters of the transformation of spirit.

Even if his magic is now limited, his physique is still more than ordinary masters of Huajin. In this Dharma-Ending Age when Huajin is the end of his practice, there may be people who can defeat him. His combat skills are indeed a bit bad, but there may not be people who can hurt Bai Zhantang.

On the ring, Yu Wenming stood there lazily, with loopholes everywhere, but Luo Zhuo's expression was indeed very serious. In this case, he was either a master or a rookie. Yu Wen obviously could not be a rookie.

"Boy, you are lucky. You have only met me now, but your good luck is over today." Bai Zhantang's big hand creaked.

Luo Zhuo rolled his eyes suddenly. I have watched too many TV series, why are you talking so much nonsense?

Yu Wenming smiled evilly. If he was seen by those idiotic girls from outside, he would definitely have another national husband. Not to mention outsiders, even Zhou Yan was in a starry sky. This person looks really outstanding.

"Your name is Bai Zhantang, right? Although your bloodline is a little thin, it is still pretty good. I still lack a mount, so I will reluctantly accept you." Yu Wenming said with a smile.

"You are looking for death!" Bai Zhantang roared, his majestic body suddenly rushed forward, and his palm like a palm fan was about to slap Yu Wenming into minced meat.

Since ancient times, tigers have had three tricks, one pounce, one lift, and one cut. Although Bai Zhantang turned into a human form, his best attack was still these three tricks. His pounce was as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived in front of Yu Wenming.

Bai Zhantang's big hand patted. The sound of the wind blew the hair on Yu Wenming's forehead, but his expression had not changed at all, and he was still smiling. Just as Bai Zhantang's palm was about to hit his face, it suddenly fell into nothing, as if it had hit a phantom. Looking again, Yu Wenming's body appeared just half a meter away, and I don't know when. He had already stepped back, but there was still a phantom in his position just now.

"Too slow." Yu Wenming shook his head.

Bai Zhantang was furious and stepped on the ground suddenly. A circle of spider-web-like cracks appeared on the hard ground. He rushed over like a shell that had already been released, punching and kicking.

Yu Wenming's expression was always relaxed, and he turned Bai Zhantang's attack into reality indifferently. Bai Zhantang became more and more impatient. This is his personality. He could not gain the upper hand at the beginning, and his spirit would lose half of it first.

Luo Zhuo's face became more and more serious. From Yu Wenming's actions, he could see that Bai Zhantang was definitely not his opponent, Bai Zhantang was not Shi Zhongyu, and even Luo Zhuo could never be so relaxed when facing Bai Zhantang. From this perspective, the realm of Yu Wenming is still above him!

Luo Zhuo was sure that he had never seen this Yu Wenming, and Yu Wenming had not used any Taoist magic so far. Luo Zhuo could not see which sect he was from, and he could not imagine where this Yu Wenming emerged.

"I have the blood of the white tiger, but I am so useless. You are the only one I have seen in my life. I regret it a little. Should I take you as a mount? This is a question worth considering." Yu Wenming said, and just moving his feet slightly, which made Bai Zhantang's seemingly violent move fail.

Bai Zhantang had never learned any moves and martial arts. His attack methods were all instincts and what he learned when he saw others performing them. Luo Zhuo had considered teaching him martial arts, but he was afraid that he would affect his bloodline awakening, so he never chose martial arts well.

"You have completely angered me." Bai Zhantang roared, and suddenly stopped moving. Looking at Yu Wenming through two steps, he clenched his fists with both hands, his arms increased a circle, and his clothes burst. He raised his head and opened his mouth and roared forward.

The air was released and the Buddha was still for a moment. After a second, an indescribable roar sounded. Everyone in the audience covered their ears with pain, and even Luo Zhuo's brows frowned slightly.

Yu Wenming, who was the first to bear the brunt of his body, floated up behind him, as if a strong wind was blowing towards him, but his feet were rooted and his body did not move.

The sound lasted for ten minutes, and just as half of the audience fainted and half of the remaining people could not bear it, the roar continued, and Bai Zhantang held his hands on his knees and panted.

"This move looks a bit like this." Yu Wenming's joking voice sounded, and Bai Zhantang's attack made him take a little back half a step, without any injury. "But one move of tiger roar killing makes you tired like this, it really embarrasses the ancestors. Look at you like this, you can't even use the White Tiger Seven Kills, right?"

"What are the White Tiger Seven Kills?" Bai Zhantang said, "Don't be proud, I have a killer move!" Bai Zhantang did not awaken his bloodline, and naturally he had not obtained the inheritance in his bloodline. He didn't know what the White Tiger Seven Kills mentioned by Yu Wenming was.

Bai Zhantang had a trace of blood from the ancient divine beast White Tiger. Luo Zhuo had seen this a long time ago, and Yu Wen obviously saw it. It also shows that he is a cultivator rather than a simple psychic or warrior. Luo Zhuo could see it because of the information he absorbed from the Hongmeng purple qi. It is unknown where Yu Wenming learned it.

It is not easy to awaken the bloodline of the divine beast, not to mention that Bai Zhantang's bloodline is already extremely thin. Yu Wenming shook his head in disappointment when he saw that he didn't know about the Seven Kills of the White Tiger.

"I thought I could see the full version of the White Tiger Seven Killings, but I didn't expect it to be so disappointed." Yu Wenming shook his head and said, "Since it's not fun, then let's end it soon."

After saying that, his figure had disappeared on the spot. The next moment he appeared in front of Bai Zhantang, punching Bai Zhantang in the belly. Bai Zhantang's body suddenly turned into shrimps and flew backwards, but he was not a good person. When he flew backwards, he did not forget to kick him, but unfortunately, Yu Wenming avoided him.

Before Bai Zhantang's body could land, Yu Wenming's figure appeared under him, kicking Bai Zhantang's butt, kicking him into the air, then he jumped up and appeared above Bai Zhantang, clenching his fists and thumping it down, and Bai Zhantang's body hit the ring like a cannonball.

"Boom--" With a loud bang, Bai Zhantang slammed heavily on the ring. The hard ring was suddenly covered with cracks, and Bai Zhantang let out a moan.

Below the ring, Sonam, Dabird and others had already stood up. Although Luo Zhuo was still sitting there, his eyes were sharp, his muscles had contracted, and he was ready to take action at any time.

"Let me free up my spirits and let me set up a ban and become my mount." Yu Wenming fell in front of Bai Zhantang and said, "Otherwise, die!"

"Dream! I won't be your mount even if I die!" Bai Zhantang fell heavily, but he was not in danger of life. His muscles and bones are not comparable to humans.

"I really don't cry until I see the coffin. What's the point of following Luo Zhuo? Follow me, there are benefits that you can't imagine." Yu Wenming said lightly with his hands behind his back.

"Fuck, what kind of thing are you? You can compete with my friends?" Bai Zhantang cursed. He knew it would be useless to stand up, so he simply lay on the ground and couldn't get up. As long as Yu Wenming took action, he would shout to admit defeat! He couldn't deal with him, and there was Luo Zhuo behind him.

Bai Zhantang made Yu Wenming's face look a little ugly after several consecutive years. He snorted coldly, "I want to be my brother, you really don't know how to write the word "death"." He raised his right foot and stepped on Bai Zhantang's head.

"I admit defeat!" Bai Zhantang did not shout out these three words, because a strong wind had already poured into his open mouth, and blocked his words back. Seeing Yu Wenming's feet were about to fall on his face, once they were stepped on, there was no doubt that his head would be broken like a watermelon. Yu Wenming had done such a thing on the ring.

"The competition is over!" A voice sounded, Luo Zhuo disappeared in place, appeared on the ring like teleportation, and Bai Zhantang's body had already flew out with his toes.

Yu Wenming's mouth raised slightly, his movements kept going. The original move of stepping down was changed to a kick, and he kicked Luo Zhuo with one kick.

Luo Zhuo was prepared for him. When he raised his right leg, the soles of his feet had already collided with his feet. A huge force came. Luo Zhuo made a backflip. As soon as he landed, he saw Yu Wenming spinning and kicking him.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and Luo Zhuo had only time to cross his arms in front of his chest to block it, "Boom--" Luo Zhuo's body had already flew out.

There was a loud noise, and Luo Zhuo's body had disappeared into the arena, leaving a mess along the way. He had already broken through the wall and flew out of the field. It can be seen how strong Yu Wenming was. He had been keeping his hands with Bai Zhantang before.

"Little Luo!" Wen Ya screamed in surprise and rushed towards the direction where Luo Zhuo disappeared.

"You won't die so easily. I know, I will have fun with you in the finals." Yu Wenming chuckled, and before the referee could announce the result, he walked off the ring with his hands behind his back and walked out of the arena. For a moment, only the shocked referee and half unconscious and half open their mouths were left in the field. (To be continued.) Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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