The old mansion master stood up from the ruins, with a clear palm print on his chest, almost slamming his chest cavity and cracking his reserved clothes.

An Sheng just supported him like this, feeling heartbroken. After the other disciples came to support the old mansion, he couldn't help but shouted at the middle-aged deacon with anger: "Bastard, you dare to beat my old mansion, I'll fight you!"

After all, An Sheng was a young man, with a strong blood and could not stand the old mansion being treated like this. After saying that, he kicked the ground with his feet, like a ferocious dragon burst out, trampling the ground to collapse, and his body rushed towards the middle-aged deacon like a cannonball. His fists were clenched, emitting a dazzling light, which was quite unstoppable, trying to break the spirit of everything.

It seems that the middle-aged man has a strong ability to hold on to the facts. At this moment, the essence and blood in his body have been burning in the erosion of blood vessels, making his aura several times more fierce than usual. When this punch was hit, the universe was trembling and the sun and the moon were shaking.

Many older figures in the God Realm couldn't help but sigh inwardly that Ansheng is worthy of being an immortal body. The aura of immortality has fully recovered, and the combat power it bursts out is really terrifying.

"Haha, I have some ability, but in my eyes, I still don't see enough."

The middle-aged deacon smiled faintly, and was also a little surprised. Ansheng's realm was less than the twenty-sixth level of the Quasi-Divine Lord Realm, and it was really amazing that he could do this.

However, the heat in his heart became much hotter. The more extraordinary An Sheng, the more determined he would give An Sheng back, the more determined he would give to the old seniors.

In this way, only then will the old senior be happy will he gain supreme benefits.

At that moment, the smile on the corner of his mouth had a ferocious smell.

Boom! His five fingers stretched out, like a dragon claw, and he suddenly grabbed An Sheng's fist. No matter how hard An Sheng used, he could not break free. His realm had reached the level of the first level of the Divine Lord Realm. Not to mention An Sheng, even the peak state of the old master of the Tianxing Martial Palace was not his opponent. No matter how amazing An Sheng's potential was, there was no great threat in front of him.

"You...let me go!"

An Sheng shouted, his face red, and the middle-aged deacon's claws were too strong. He felt that his arms were about to break, in great pain, and his voice was filled with deep hatred.

"If you don't know the mercy, even an ant dares to be in front of me, I will teach you a good lesson."

The middle-aged deacon seemed to be ripped off by An Sheng's anger. When it was so heavy that it was as deep as water, it slapped An Sheng's chest, trying to slap all the bones in An Sheng's body so that he could be honest.

Many people couldn't help but exhaled in horror. The intention of an honest palm of a powerful man in the first level of the God-Lord Realm would be unimaginable. It is very likely that a person accidentally broke his meridians and became a waste person.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the middle-aged deacon's mouth. He wanted to do this and made sure to pay attention. After Ansheng was subdued, he would first put Ansheng a few bowls of blood, cut twenty or thirty kilograms of meat and take it. This is a big tonic, and it also has great benefits for him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh to the sky and was very excited.

"I think you are trying to die. Even my son dares to move. I will take your life today."

Just when many people regret that Ansheng, a good seedling, was about to die, suddenly, Wang Teng, who had been watching coldly from a distance, finally stood up, his eyes as cold as a knife, which could split the time and space. He never thought that a small deacon from the Zhuque Sect could be so arrogant and dared to beat his son's attention. He really didn't know how to live or die.

A gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Wang Teng's body also turned into a ray of light and rushed forward. With his physical fitness and extreme speed, the speed was naturally terrifying. Just when his palm was less than an inch away from An Sheng's chest, Wang Teng came closer and grabbed the middle-aged deacon's arm. With a click, it was like twisting a piece of firewood. He directly folded it in half, still on one side, and then kicked the middle-aged deacon away hundreds of meters away, hitting a thick pillar in the square not far away, and then stopped.

"What?"

The sudden change made the atmosphere in the square suddenly condense, and many people's expressions were stunned. The middle-aged deacon who was arrogant in the last second was kicked away by Wang Teng the next second, and half of his arm was broken. This change was too great, making it difficult for people to recover.

"Dad..." An Sheng was also stunned, and then showed a warm smile to his father. He knew that his father would not stand by and would not be worried about anything at all.

"Leave it to me here."

Wang Teng smiled, patted An Sheng's head, then turned around, looking at the middle-aged deacon lying there, like a dead dog, constantly wailing in pain, put his hands behind him, and said indifferently: "An Sheng, it's my Wang Teng's son. Do you dare to touch my son? Have you eaten gentian?

Who gives you the power!"

Swish! After saying that, almost everyone couldn't see it. Wang Teng's body disappeared from the spot, as if it had turned into a ghost, appeared in front of the middle-aged deacon, raised his soles, stepped on the middle-aged deacon's face with his big foot, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, looking down at him.

"Ah..." After a quiet moment in the square, the middle-aged deacon let out a heart-wrenching roar, like an extremely noble person who was instantly thrown into a cesspool, making it difficult to imagine his situation.

The middle-aged deacon never dreamed that someone could take him in such a short time.

"A bastard, who are you? How dare you treat me like this?

Don't want to live anymore?"

The middle-aged deacon's teeth were almost broken. Under Wang Teng's feet, a pair of resentful eyes were revealed, furious and roared.

Seeing that the middle-aged deacon was so humiliated, the luxurious disciples of the Zhuque Sect who followed the middle-aged deacon were stunned. Obviously, they did not expect that the people of their Zhuque Sect would be treated so miserably.

"Dog thing?

Now see which of us is the dog thing!”

However, a sneer appeared on Wang Teng's lips, and he didn't treat him as a human being at all. He stepped on the back of his head and rubbed his feet constantly, causing his face to rub back and forth on the ground, like a dog eating shit, and said lightly: "This move is called dog eating shit, how is it, how does it taste?"

"Haha..." Seeing this scene, many disciples from Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion around the square couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The middle-aged deacon was indeed too arrogant just now. In public, every disciple of Tianxing Martial Arts Mansion was extremely angry.

Now middle-aged deacons have been dealt with in this way, making them feel happy.
Chapter completed!