Chinese comics review: The waste Huo Linfei is actually an oversized monster

at the same time.

Fourteen members of the Quanxing clan lived in the dense forest.

Those who were considered top-notch masters by the newcomers and many fellow martial arts practitioners looked at the sky in despair.

Some even had a mental breakdown.

That dignified second-best in the world couldn't even withstand a single move from Zhang Zhiwei.

Those little Kara were just bragging, saying they could take down Zhang Zhiwei.

They all felt ashamed at once.

His face was slapped repeatedly.

No.

It must be swollen from the injection!

But that's all.

But they couldn't even see how Zhang Zhiwei made his move, or even the speed of his attack.

Tu Junfang couldn't help but shout, "No... we are all cultivators, and we have put in a lot of effort in our cultivation every day."

"But how can the difference in strength be so huge?!"

"This situation is just too unreasonable!?"

"This is completely beyond my comprehension!"

Tu Junfang swallowed hard, and after thinking for a moment, he became increasingly angry: "Could Zhang Zhiwei be using cheat codes?!"

"How can a person be that strong? It's outrageous!"

Gao Ning, standing to the side, was also visibly shocked and chimed in, "Yes, it's unbelievable."

"Could it be that he's not cultivating, but cultivating immortality?!"

Amidst this uproar and shock.

Ding Shian, standing to the side, turned red and white in turns, as if he had been slapped hard several times, his face a mixture of shame and anger.

He gritted his teeth and said in a low but firm voice, "Arrogance requires ability, and the Old Master happens to have it."

"No wonder he dared to fight me with one hand; I had been underestimating his strength all along!!"

Talking and talking.

He suddenly burst into laughter, a laugh that contained both admiration for the old master's abilities and the exhilaration of finding his way.

"So, breaking through that seemingly unattainable window actually increases one's strength by so much!!"

"I have finally found my goal!"

"I've also found an opportunity for a breakthrough, and I will do my utmost to move towards this goal!"

After saying that, he sighed.

"No wonder that tiger with its big neck and big head refused to come and meet this supreme expert with me."

Let's find an opportunity for a breakthrough together.

"So he knew how powerful the Celestial Master was!?"

Ding Shian said self-deprecatingly, "If he came, he would at least be better off than me."

"Because his neck is quite thick, it would take at least two hands to strangle him."

Kyoto.

Lu family.

After reading it, Lu Jin felt much better; her face stopped turning red, and she felt calmer.

Even the embarrassment of feeling ashamed vanished.

"So this old bastard slaps everyone he hits, what's there for me to be angry about?!"

"What's so embarrassing about that?!"

Talking, talking.

Lu Jin's voice softened, and her cheeks flushed slightly: "Anyway, it's not like this is the first time I've been slapped."

At this time.

During the Republic of China period.

The Lu Family Compound.

Zuo Ruotong looked at Zhang Jingqing with a face full of amazement and said, "Your disciple's strength is ridiculously high!"

"What is your current cultivation level?!"

Zhang Jingqing sighed, "Alas, I don't know..."

"I've been a little confused about him since a year ago."

"Huh??" Zuo Ruotong was confused: "I was asking about Old Zhang Zhiwei in the sky."

"It's just to show you how far you've progressed in cultivating our sect's techniques."

"Only then could it reach such a formidable level."

"Then I have even less to say."

Hearing Zhang Jingqing's words, Zuo Ruotong was even more confused!

at the same time.

At another time.

After the Sany incident.

Wugensheng stared at Zhang Zhiwei with a helpless expression: "This bastard still likes to slap people at the drop of a hat!?"

"They've gotten old but haven't changed."

Done.

His calm, unwavering eyes suddenly sharpened: "I just didn't know it had gotten so big."

"What will the future leader of Quanxing do?!"

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will appear.

【suddenly.】

[Inside the sky.]

[More footsteps sounded.]

A man resembling Cao Cao in stature, with his hands in his pockets, slowly walked over amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

The man remained completely calm and composed in the face of the Ten Elders and Zhang Zhiwei.

He slightly raised his head to look at the old Taoist priest who was choking Ding Shian, his hands still in his pockets.

[He only spoke slightly: "Gong Qing, acting leader of the Quanxing Sect, pays respects to the Celestial Master."]

The onlookers became excited.

Sect Leader vs. Sect Leader.

Things got interesting.

……

Chapter 46: Cheng Kun, the sixth person to exceed the speed limit for fast food, is on the list again? The Roar of the Myriad Realms: The Dark Secrets

Lolo's Adventures World.

Temple of the Moon.

A rusty Autobot, with a faint red glow from its chest lamp, stumbled in.

He leaned against the doorframe, breathing heavily, his voice filled with barely concealed panic: "Report—Lord of the City!"

"A large force is approaching us. Judging from their formation... it looks like the Tiger King is leading the troops himself!"

"What!" Hai Wuliang, who was sitting upright in the city lord's seat, tapping his fingertips lightly on the armrest and looking at the sky, suddenly stood up.

His gaze was like lightning, fixed on the vanguard below, his voice filled with rage: "Look what you've done!"

The vanguard, however, stubbornly stepped forward, his tone full of arrogance.

"What are you talking about, you're all just chickens and dogs in front of my 'Shocking Waves'!"

"If you're afraid, Master, you should go first."

"I'll stay behind to cover your retreat," he said, already poised for battle.

"Sigh..." Hai Wuliang sighed heavily as he looked at him like this.

That sigh was mixed with helplessness and a hint of barely perceptible worry.

He slowly sat back in his chair, gently rubbing his brow with his fingertips.

Seeing his demeanor, the vanguard quickly stepped forward, softening his voice but still maintaining his confidence.

"Master, please sit and watch the show. Look at the battle between the two sect leaders on the screen. The fight is sure to be extremely exciting."

Seeing that Hai Wuliang was just bowing his head and shaking his head, Ji Xianfeng patted his chest and made a "bang" sound as his metal hand slammed against his armor.

"Don't want to see this? That's fine too, just wait and see if I make the list."

"You know, I'm a lucky charm, I would never betray you."

"It's a scam that everyone's doing"

Hai Wuliang stared at the vanguard's smiling face, and for some reason, felt even worse after hearing his words.

He closed his eyes.

I'm starting to think about Super Robot Wars.

A world of one's own.

Republic of China era.

The gathering place of the Thirty-Six Thieves of Quanxing.

The afternoon sun filtered through the sparse shadows of the trees, casting shimmering spots of light on the moss-covered boulders.

Wugensheng leaned lazily against the big rock.

One leg was bent and resting on a wine jar, while the other leg dangled casually, and his fingertips tapped his knee absentmindedly.

Noticing the gazes directed at him, he lifted his eyelids slightly and spoke casually.

"I probably wouldn't be around by then, and I wouldn't know those fourteen people."

"Why should I care if they live or die?"

He chuckled, grabbed a wine jar beside him, and took a swig. The wine trickled down his chin and into his collar, but he didn't seem to care.

"As long as I'm alive, I'll just be good to my brothers."

The voice just fell.

A burst of hearty laughter erupted from the crowd.

Everyone raised their wine jars, the clay clattering together with a dull "clang," and tilted their heads back to gulp down the wine.

Amidst the noise.

Wugensheng quietly turned to the side, reached out and gently patted the shoulder of the young man with broad ears next to him, his voice extremely low.

"I thought you would be the next leader of Quanxing Sect."

The young man was holding the wine jar and pouring it into his mouth when he heard this. His hand trembled, and the wine spilled all over his chin. He spat out a mouthful of wine and said indistinctly, "Don't joke around."

at the same time.

Another time and space.