"Wang Meng! the king of bastards, the fierce dragon crossing the river, the chief scoop of Tianwangzhai, the ancestor of the thirteen Taibao practicing kung fu, how is it, are you not convinced?" Wang Meng's voice was definitely higher than 100 decibels, which shook everyone's ears and buzzed, obviously this Wang Meng was very irritable, and it was not pleasing to anyone.

"Oh! It turned out to be Wang Daxia! I have been looking up for a long time! Kong Ming has no such intention, and I hope that Wang Daxia will give me more advice in the future!"

"I can't talk about teaching, but I can't help but say a few words when I look at the heart-wrenching place, the people in the rivers and lakes are proud and full of violentness, look at you like a teacher, what kind of martial arts do you practice? Hug the child at home is almost the same, and it will not be taken captive to this ghost place!" Wang Meng is conceited as a hero who swallows mountains and rivers, and he is the person who looks down on Si Swenwen the most, and he is an unforgiving posture with an aggressive attitude.

In the face of Wang Meng's humiliation, Yue Kongming only smiled indifferently, and he seemed to be quite open-minded.

"Hmph! rude!" Hua Sishao sat diagonally opposite Wang Meng, but the positions were far away, and he snorted softly.

"What kind of fart are you secretly putting there, turtle son, do you dare to let it go again?" Unexpectedly, with a slight hum, Wang Meng actually listened to it squarely, and he didn't see how his body moved, and his tower-like majestic body swept past the long table in front of him in just a flash, and stood in front of the long table in front of Hua Sishao with a fierce look, which frightened Hua Sishao.

The four female disciples behind him were even more shocked, and each of them shrank back slightly, perhaps afraid that Wang Meng would suddenly pounce on them and bite them.

"Ahem! Wang Daxia should know what kind of place this is, please pay attention to your words!" "Where does Hua Sishao dare to provoke Wang Meng?" But in front of several female disciples, if he is frightened by others, how can he dominate in front of these girls, I am afraid that it will make him feel even more inferior in bed.

"What kind of big cloves of garlic are you pretending to be with me? What is wrong? Lao Tzu has always been right, do you dare to say that Lao Tzu is wrong, is it a desire to find fault?" Wang Meng glared at Hua Sishaodao with a pair of leopard eyes, to be honest, he was not able to correctly understand what the 'wording' meant, just heard a 'wrong' word, he immediately exploded, when he was in Tianwangzhai before, he was staring at the slaughter of people.

After listening to Wang Meng's words, everyone laughed and laughed, and could only say how terrible it is to have no culture!

"Lao Tzu recognizes you, you are the Hua Da Shao of the 'Yongchun Qinglou Faction', who specializes in picking flowers and raising chickens, right?" Wang Meng suddenly recognized Hua Sishao, but he had always despised flower thieves, so he said that the Yongchun faction was the Qinglou faction, and called Hua Sishao Hua Da Shao, and his words were full of humiliation and provocation.

Hua Sishao doesn't care about others humiliating him, since he has devoted himself to the cause he loves, he has to practice increasing the thickness of his face first, and endure the contempt, insult and denunciation of people in the martial arts, but these are far from enough, if you don't want to be killed by the righteous people prematurely, you must also practice excellent kung fu, so from the bottom of her heart, Hua Sishao is not afraid of Wang Meng.

He felt that Wang Meng was just a leopard with well-developed limbs and a simple mind, and he was not his opponent at all.

"Master Ben doesn't want to be angry with you, everyone's well water does not interfere with river water, and I hope that Brother Wang Meng will respect himself!" Hua Sishao actually opened his pitch-black gold-painted paper fan with a "snap", and slapped it twice leisurely, but it was also quite a bit of a graceful urine.

"Damn! Dare to pretend to be a grandson in front of Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will flatten you into a real grandson!" Wang Meng finished speaking, a fan-like iron palm waved, a fierce wind suddenly hit Hua Sishao, he specialized in cultivating hard kung fu, this palm "big open tablet hand" can be said to be every mountain to open the mountain and break the sky, the momentum is unstoppable, the powerful palm wind shook the delicate body of the four women of Hongmei kept retreating, and the sound of exclamation was endless.

The other sects all stood by and no one paid attention to them, and they felt that it was not a pity for people like this to kill one less person.

And Sun Ce was as steady as Mount Tai in the middle of the chair, as if the fight between the two of them was not as interesting as watching the monkey.

Wang Meng and Hua Sishao disagreed and fought, Wang Meng was really unbearable because he was holding back on this demon ridge, and he also looked at Hua Sishao unpleasantly, and Hua Sishao naturally would not admit it in front of several female disciples.

He felt that Wang Meng's spiritual power was not stronger than his own, and he was just a brave and unscrupulous horseman, so although he seemed a little timid on the surface, he had a hidden murderous intention in his heart.

Wang Meng punched him, the strength was as heavy as a mountain, Hua Sishao waved the fan to block, skillfully dissolving Wang Meng's extremely rigid fist style, and overcoming rigidity with softness but also seemed calm, but where can the fan made of paper withstand such a heavy iron fist?

Even the iron fan with a handle will be beaten to pieces by Wang Meng, only to hear a loud "bang", the fan surface turned into powder inch by inch, leaving only nine beautifully carved fan bones still standing in the wind looking very embarrassed.

If it was an ordinary martial artist, they would think that Hua Sishao would definitely lose, but some top masters such as Duan Feixing didn't think so, because Wang Meng's punch was so heavy that it didn't break Hua Sishao's fan bone, which showed that Hua Sishao had successfully defused Wang Meng's killing move.

Sure enough, as soon as Hua Sishao's fan bones appeared, the nine fan bones immediately separated into nine small swords, each of which was cold and flashing, this small blade can be used as a hidden weapon, and can also be used to defeat the enemy with a sword, flexible and changeable.

The nine small swords were infused with innate spiritual power by Hua Sishao, and with a sharp whistle, they stabbed Wang Meng's eyes, throat, shoulders, well points, front heart, middle acupoint, dantian Guan Yuan acupoint and crotch, and the remaining one was held by Hua Sishao in his palm, and his body flew flat and ghostly and turned to the "life gate acupoint" on his back waist.

This move and eight styles are attacked almost at the same time, and these nine places are the key acupuncture points of the broken iron cloth shirt, Hua Sishao wants to see how hard Wang Meng's hard skills are! Even if you can withstand the attacks of the other six swords, the eyes and crotch are also unable to cast the iron cloth shirt, Hua Sishao knows that these two key points are the most fatal weakness of every hard qigong martial artist.

As he expected, Wang Meng relied on his iron cloth shirt and forcibly took Hua Sishao's nine swords, the only thing that surprised Hua Sishao was: Wang Meng not only did not dodge in six places with rough skin and thick flesh, but even his eyes and crotch did not move at all, as if he did not see these nine deadly sharp weapons, stabbing like lightning speed.