The dog-licking villain only wants to be doggy, and the heroine doesn't follow the routine!

The three brothers worked together.

The old dean couldn't hold up the boat alone.

The old dean was sometimes described as a starved camel that was still bigger than a horse, and other times as a tiger fallen into the plains that was bullied by dogs.

One moment a lame horse is faster than a snail, the next a plucked phoenix is ​​no better than a chicken.

Long Aotian gets beaten up as soon as he goes up; he gets beaten up as soon as he goes up.

Zhao Ritian went up and got beaten up, he went up and got beaten up.

Lu Chengwen rushed up to the old dean and felt a tightness in his chest. He suffered a series of losses and was beaten up by the old dean with a big stick.

The old dean was furious, pointing at Lu Chengwen: "Can you please not attack me when I'm feeling unwell?!"

Lu Chengwen was stunned: "Listen to what you're saying, is that even human language?"

Long Aotian said, "What do you mean he's not speaking human language! Look at him, look at how he beat me! He doesn't have any of that domineering aura anymore. I'm just lying on the ground breathing."

Zhao Ritian said, "Lu Chengwen, how did you find this opportunity? Teach me."

Lu Chengwen looked at the two of them and said, "Are you two crazy?! How would I know when he'll be fierce and when he'll be useless? I just know that after you two finish fighting him, he won't fight back much when I go up to him. It's that simple!"

Long Aotian pointed at Lu Chengwen: "You go first this time, I'll cover the rear!"

"it is good."

Lu Chengwen rushed forward with a stick in hand, while the old dean clutched his heart and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Wait, wait a minute... wait a minute..."

Lu Chengwen, not one to tolerate such behavior, went up and gave him a good beating with a stick.

The old dean was so exhausted he could barely walk, and his heart was throbbing with pain.

That true energy traveled into the heart meridian, hissing and surging wildly.

His energy was completely dissipated, and he was hit repeatedly with a large stick, leaving him with large bumps on his head and arms.

The former dean tried his best to suppress it!

He gritted his teeth and thought: If I don't scare this evil aura to death, I'm no human being!

They were just starting to shake things up.

Long Aotian saw this as an opportunity.

"Cheng Wen, get out of the way, let me handle this!"

He stepped forward and raised the Gentleman's Snow: "Overlord's Slash!"

The old dean raised his foot: "Slay your grandpa! Slay him!"

He kicked Long Aotian in the chest.

Long Aotian was sent flying backward and crashed to the ground, clutching his chest and hunching over, unable to catch his breath for a long time.

Lu Chengwen helped him up: "Senior Brother, how are you?"

Long Aotian was speechless and just glared at Lu Chengwen.

What the hell am I supposed to do?!

I feel so good! I went there specifically to get kicked in the gut!

I am very content now!

Is it okay now?

Over there, Zhao Ritian fought with the old dean for several rounds before being punched in the face by the old dean and sent flying backward.

The old dean gasped, grabbed his sword, and charged straight at Lu Chengwen: "I'll kill you!"

Lu Chengwen turned his head, his eyes blazing and brows furrowed in anger!

"Give me pain!"

The old dean charged halfway through when he "relapsed," his attack speed suddenly dropped, and his power dissipated instantly.

Lu Chengwen struck with a stick!

Use a stick to burn oil!

It hit the old dean's chin with a thud, making him jump back up.

He stumbled back a few steps, and before he could even regain his footing, Lu Chengwen came up with a stick and started smashing him.

The old dean said with difficulty, "Wait...wait a minute...I'm going to..."

Lu Chengwen interrupted, "You're all better now! Aren't you!?"

Zhao Ritian used a spiked club to press against the old dean's lower back from behind.

A spiked club!

It was... roughly the shape of a loofah, an oval-shaped iron hammer covered with protruding spikes.

It is a dual-attack weapon that combines the power of a hammer with the penetrating power of a thorn.

The old dean had a needle stuck in his lower back, while Lu Chengwen was hitting him hard with a big stick.

Long Aotian saw that his opportunity had arrived.

"Dragon Slash!"

The old dean struggled to suppress his inner rage, glaring angrily at Long Aotian.

Long Aotian quickly withdrew his energy halfway through: "I'll strike again later!"

The old dean was so angry he almost deflated again.

I'll chop you up later... you son of a bitch...

Long Aotian stood at a safe distance: "You old bastard, you get all excited when I'm about to have my way with you, don't you?"

The old dean grabbed the handle of the spiked club with one hand from behind, twisted his waist and turned around, and swiftly handed the club over.

Lu Chengwen quickly dodged, but the old dean grabbed his long stick again and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying backward. He knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach, unable to stand up for a long time.

Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian said together, "That's right!"

Long Aotian: "You can't just beat up the two of us!"

Zhao Ritian: "Lu Chengwen isn't your father!"

Long Aotian: "That's fair!"

Zhao Ritian: "Even if it's your dad beating you like this, you still have to fight back!"

Long Aotian: "Hahaha, I'm so happy."

Zhao Ritian: "Call me uncle."

The old dean turned to look at Zhao Ritian.

I really hate it!

Having roamed the martial world for so many years, even the Five Elders were quite polite to him, though they could be ruthless when they attacked.

But this Zhao Ritian... how could he have such a venomous tongue?

The old dean, sword in hand, charged straight at Zhao Ritian: "I'll fucking kill you! I'll cut out your tongue!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Ritian turned and ran: "You're committing a heinous crime by hitting your uncle!"

Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian attacked from both sides, but Zhao Ritian suddenly turned around and shouted: "A big hammer!"

boom--!

With one move, he threw the three people who had rushed up at him to the ground in the same way.

They all rolled to the ground, in excruciating pain.

The old dean, panting, exclaimed, "How dare you... you three... good-for-nothings... be so rude..."

The old dean raised his lightsaber: "Today I'll kill all three of you... I want to see... Hun Tiangang... what he can do to me! I... will sever the Yanzhao Sect's lineage forever! Five Senses Isolation Array! Activate!"

The three brothers, along with the old dean, were locked in a five-sense isolation array.

The old man took a sip of liquor, wiped his mouth, and said, "Old man, you've even had to use this to deal with a bunch of brats, humph."

The three brothers looked around their mountain, touching and pinching this and that, wondering if everything was alright.

The old dean raised his head, opened his eyes, and his eyes shone brightly.

Zhao Ritian pointed at him and screamed, "Holy crap! Look! His eyes have burned themselves!"

The old dean took out a silk scarf and covered his eyes.

The so-called five senses are: hearing, seeing, smelling, tasting, and feeling.

“By isolating the five senses, I sacrifice one sense to enhance another. And you…”

He smiled and said:

"We can only wait to die."

Inside the Frostbite Cover, another Senses Deprivation Array was added. Within the array, countless milky-white mists rose up and quickly enveloped everyone's waists and abdomens.

Lu Chengwen said solemnly, "He sacrificed his eyes."

Long Aotian nodded: "There will definitely be another sense that will be enhanced to an almost terrifying degree."

Zhao Ritian roared, "Try it and you'll see!"

Zhao Ritian charged forward with the hammer. Although the old dean didn't see it, he kicked Zhao Ritian in the stomach with a backhand and pressed his sword down on the spiked club. The sword pressed down on the handguard, pressing the spiked club against Zhao Ritian's chest.

He laughed and said, "Little brat, I've got you."

Zhao Ritian was in excruciating pain from the pressure on his chest; some sharp thorns had already pierced his chest, yet he remained defiant.

Unable to push away the spiked club, he simply reached out and said, "I'll gouge your eyes out!"

The old dean immediately tried to block, but Zhao Ritian countered with a lower body attack, kicking the old dean directly in the groin.