When they heard that Zongya was going to "expend" Longcheng's physical strength, everyone became interested, put down what they were doing, and squatted aside to watch.
"Come on Acheng!" "Come on teacher!"
Guoguo, who was riding on Femi's neck, waved her little fleshy hands, her little face turned red with anxiety: "Ooooooo!"
"Come on, Zongshen!"
Among the crowd, Roma's cheering sound was extremely eye-catching.
Zong Ya glanced at Luo Suijia lightly and nodded secretly. Although this piece of garbage was not worthy of the domineering name of "Luo Suijia", he knew that if he hugged his thighs tightly, it could be regarded as a sensible thing, so there was nothing wrong with gangsters.
After you defeat the Dragon Apple in full form, just help Luo Shaijia join a gang before leaving, as a reward for this guy's growth.
Femi tilted his head, a little surprised: "You actually think highly of Zongya?"
"How could it be? I don't have high pressure to support collapse."
"Oh, I heard you cheering for Zongya, and I thought you were optimistic about Zongya."
"I'm worried that he'll be beaten too badly and quit."
"...makes sense!"
Fermi immediately changed his tune and shouted loudly: "Come on, Zongshen!"
Soon, the crowd's slogan immediately changed from "Come on Acheng" to "Come on Zongshen".
Zong Ya looked calm and composed. As expected, these people still have some basic judgment and are not stupid. We know who is really strong at this time.
He took off the bandages on his body and found that his injuries were almost healed. The previous horrific injuries had now turned into dark red blood scabs.
After casually taking a look at the healing status of the scars on his body, Zongya ignored them.
His skin is dark red, his body is lean, and his naked upper body is crisscrossed with countless scars. The scars are stacked on top of each other, and you can barely see a piece of intact skin. Even the few eye-catching scars on his neck make people gasp.
A breath of air-conditioning, one can imagine how tragic the injury was.
It was the first time that everyone saw such a tragic body, and they suddenly fell silent.
On top of the scarred body, Zong Ya's face was full of indifference. This natural expression of cruelty was undoubtedly extremely shocking.
Zongya moved his body and showed a satisfied look. His recovery was better than he expected.
Injury is as normal to him as eating and drinking. He was born on the streets, fought in fights, and now is a 12th-level teacher. He can't remember how many battles he has experienced.
From relying on his ruthlessness in the beginning to pursuing the secrets of swordsmanship now, Zongya doesn't feel that he has changed much.
Zongya is still the same Zongya.
"Hey, it's time to start."
Zongya's shouting woke up Jasmine. She hesitated for a moment: "Is your injury really okay? Otherwise, forget it and let's think about it later..."
Zong Ya frowned and said a little impatiently: "Don't be so long-winded! Start quickly!"
When Jasmine saw this, she stopped trying to persuade her. With more apples in her hand, she shouted loudly: "Grab the apples!"
Ever since Jasmine took out the apple, Long Cheng's eyes quickly turned around and didn't look away for a moment.
"knew."
Zong Ya said in a deep voice, Long Pingguo's love for apples is simply unreasonable. Shouldn't the most delicious thing be the daily meal? Why should you chew apples with all your strength? What a waste of natural resources!
Jasmine threw the apple hard towards Zongya.
Almost at the moment Jasmine threw the apple, Long Cheng's figure suddenly disappeared from where he was.
Zong Ya's eyes lit up and he suddenly shouted: "Well done!"
Instead of catching the apple in the air, he dodged and rushed in front of Dragon City, cutting off the route between Dragon City and the apple, as if the light of a sword was cutting diagonally.
Immediately afterwards, Zongya's body leaned sideways, and his right leg shot up and swept across the air, like a waving sword.
call!
A strong wind suddenly sounded. This leg is full of strength.
Although Zong Ya is best at swordsmanship, he also dabbles in other skills. Street fights never follow rules. Many times, there will be no weapons or weapons that are not easy to hand. Knowing one or two other means can often save one's life.
These are bloody lessons.
Long Cheng, who had a dull expression, did not dodge, and his forward momentum did not change at all. He turned his body half back, twisted his waist and punched!
Zongya shook his head. Dragon Apple was indeed out of his mind.
As the saying goes, ten punches are not as good as one kick. His kick was powerful and powerful! Dragon Apple actually used his fists to confront the opponent head-on. Isn't he out of his mind?
Such a victory is impossible to win...
Damn it!
Zong Ya's expression froze instantly, and indescribable terrifying power came from his legs. He felt like he was kicked by a light armor!
Not good! The leg bone is going to be broken!
Rich experience in injuries gave Zongya an understanding of his own body that ordinary people cannot achieve. He reacted very quickly. He kicked the ground with his left foot and relaxed his body. When his right leg hit Longcheng's fist, it suddenly swung and hooked.
.
Bang!
It sounded like a punch hitting a sandbag.
I saw Zongya's body flying into the air, like a thrown stick, spinning in the air.
Peng!
Zongya's body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Click, click, Long Cheng quietly gnawed at the apple.
Zongya lay motionless on the ground. Just when everyone was about to go over to check his injuries, he got up with difficulty.
Hiss, he gasped for air and hugged his leg, grinning in pain.
Fortunately, okay, the bones are not broken...
Is this guy Dragon Apple... even physically so terrifying? He is truly worthy of being my sect's opponent! What a humanoid tyrannosaurus!
He marveled secretly while rubbing his leg bones. Fortunately, he reacted quickly at the time...otherwise this bone would have broken...
At this moment, there was a communication call.
Zongya rubbed his legs and answered the call: "Hello."
"Is it Zong Shen? I am Xiao Wang from the liaison office of the He Dai Legion. Do you remember? That's it. We have a distinguished guest, Mr. Mo Wenchuan. I heard that your sword skills are superb and I want to discuss it with you...
"
Zong Ya said coldly: "I've never heard of him. What qualifications does he have to discuss with me?"
"Mr. Mo Wenchuan, known as [Thunder Sword], is as good at swordsmanship as you. He is the most distinguished guest of our He family. Mr. Yuchen personally recommended you to him. Mr. Mo Wenchuan very much hopes to spar with you...
"
"What a fight! Labor and management are now being pushed to the ground and rubbed! Get out!"
Zongya closed the communication with a snap.
After rubbing his leg bones several times, Zongya stood up again, his face as heavy as water: "I need weapons."
Jasmine advised: "Why don't you forget it."
It's okay if the teacher is sabotaging, but if there is another non-combat attrition, the additional treatment costs will really crush the finances that are on the verge of collapse.
Zong Ya was unmoved: "There is no need for the knife. Give me two sticks."
Everyone looked at each other and gave Zong Ya two sticks.
As soon as he got the wooden stick, Zongya became calm and used the stick as a knife without any obstacles. His superb sword skills could finally be put to use.
He snorted coldly, held the knife in his hand, and moved forward!
As soon as I took half a step, my right leg felt a sharp pain.
Enduring the severe pain, Zongya stood up again, standing like a javelin, half-gripping his sticks, looking like a master.
