As for Zhao Fugui's identity, he didn't care.

There are tens of thousands of inner disciples of the Baixing Sect. As long as no one is killed, the True Bamboo Sect can handle them all.

"I'll fuck you!"

Zhao Fugui once again raised a wine jar and swung it in the air.

But this time.

The young sect leader was already prepared and would break the wine jar with one punch.

Then the punch did not decrease and he continued to hit Zhao Fugui.

Although Zhao Fugui is an inner disciple of the Baixing Sect.

But after all, he is only at the seventh level of the Earth Martial Realm.

A whole two realms lower than the young sect leader.

At this time, he received a punch and quickly fell back.

But when he was about to bump into Xiao Changfeng.

Suddenly, he turned around and hit a beam next to him hard.

A thud.

Zhao Fugui lifted a small bag on his head.

Originally, if he hadn't turned around.

The most he would hit was Xiao Changfeng.

But as a result, the injury became more serious.

But he was also rough-skinned and fleshy, so Yi Gulu got up at this time.

He rubbed his face fiercely.

Then his eyes turned fierce.

"If I don't tear your mouth apart today, my surname will not be Zhao!"

Zhao Fugui's spiritual energy was circulating all over his body, and his body surface was glowing with a faint spiritual light.

He advanced instead of retreating, clenching his hands into fists.

He actually took the initiative to attack the young sect leader.

"Damn fat man, I will have a lot of fun with you today!"

The young sect leader was also holding back his anger.

The same spiritual energy surged towards Zhao Fugui.

Boom!

The two of them fought, and the already small seventeenth floor suddenly became more crowded.

The guests at the other three tables were already hiding in the corners.

Watching the battle between Zhao Fugui and the young sect leader in horror.

Mr. Song stood aside, ready to respond at any time.

in the presence.

Only Xiao Changfeng and Tong Yi were still sitting there, leisurely tasting wine and admiring the wind.

Bang bang bang!

The two of them fought with great fanfare.

But Zhao Fugui was at a lower level after all, and he gradually couldn't support it.

In the end, he was kicked out by the young master and hit the ground, creating a large deep hole.

puff!

Zhao Fugui spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his fair skin turned very pale.

"Damn you fat man, today the Japanese master is going to beat you to death!"

The young master suddenly jumped up.

He was in mid-air, with his hands clenched into fists, like hammers.

"Xuan level intermediate martial arts: Heaven-beating hammer!"

The young sect leader's spiritual energy was aroused to the extreme.

His eyes were red and raging with rage.

This blow obviously didn't hold back at all.

He vowed to beat Zhao Fugui to death.

Whoosh!

The young sect master finished gathering his momentum and fell from the sky like a shooting star.

He hit Zhao Fugui hard in the face.

If this punch hits.

Zhao Fugui would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

However, just when this punch was about to hit Zhao Fugui.

A broad palm firmly blocked the powerful and heavy fist.

at the same time.

Xiao Changfeng's cold voice also sounded slowly:
Chapter completed!