Neither Long Aotian nor Zhao Ritian could get up.

Later, the guy hit the ground and his head turned into a dog's head.

These two people looked like they were going crazy.

Frankly speaking, they are the same as the king without seeing the king.

When two of the rarest, most unique, and most powerful talents in the world meet, they will really feel each other's powerful threat.

They all knew in their hearts that Lu Chengwen was a loser who relied on flattery and swaying his life.

And there are only four of them. It may be useful to keep such a person, but it is easy to shoot him to death, and it is not a major problem.

It's not an urgent issue either.

But the other party!

The more they fight, the more familiar they feel!

They all feel that each other is very similar to themselves!

I can't tell exactly where they look like, but they are really similar.

And this kind of image gives them a strong sense of crisis in their hearts.

They just feel that in this world, if they have themselves, they should not have each other.

Moreover, the two people seemed to be in the same mind, tacitly understanding each other, and both had the same idea.

Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian knew each other very well.

It is impossible for them to be friends, not even partners.

They are destined to compete, or they can kill each other now.

Or let the other party grow stronger and become the strongest enemy that you have absolutely no confidence in killing in the future!

So, they all fought hard to the point where they couldn't fight anymore.

Lu Chengwen watched them lying on the ground, motionless.

He nodded and clapped his hands: "Stand up! Senior brother, stand up! He's not going to be able to do it anymore, go get a patch of palm!"

"Senior Brother, think about all the hard work you have put in over the years! Think about the ups and downs on your path to growth! Only one of the benevolent gods will return and the king's domineering spirit will survive!"

"Will and determination, courage and belief! The great son of destiny, Longjia Aotian'er! You have inherited the glorious tradition of ancient Chinese martial arts!"

"Wu Dalang and Ximen Qing are possessed by their souls at this moment! You alone represent the long history and tradition of ancient martial arts in Greater China! You are not fighting alone at this moment!"

Lu Chengwen cheered crazily: "You are not alone! You are not alone! You are not... a person!"

Long Aotian struggled for a long time, and when he was about to get up, he fell down and lay on the ground, unconscious.

Luo Shiyin and Qi Meishao immediately helped Long Aotian aside and quickly treated his injuries and gave him medicine.

Lu Chengwen looked at Zhao Ritian, who had passed out, shook his head, and picked him up: "I am the only one who cares about you."

Walk to the edge of the circle, throw it out, clap your hands, and you're done.

Pan Meifeng stood up: "Cheng Wen, you performed very well. I declare that Lu Chengwen wins this round!"

A few hours later, Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian both recovered a lot.

Pan Meifeng nodded: "Yes, you three played well."

Long Aotian looked at Pan Meifeng, the corners of his eyes moist.

Did Lu Chengwen fight? What was he doing? He was just running back and forth, talking nonsense!

Zhao Ritian said angrily:

"Did Lu Chengwen hit him? What did he hit? He was just running back and forth, talking loudly like six of them!"

Zhao Ritian looked at Long Aotian: "Why don't you speak?"

Long Aotian looked at him: "You look very much like me when I was young. Young, energetic, and still in the ignorant stage of understanding the world."

Long Aotian patted him on the shoulder: "But young man, don't think that you know a lot. You have no idea how cruel this world is. Dad wants to tell you something from the bottom of my heart..."

Zhao Ritian shook his shoulders and threw away his hand: "If you talk nonsense again, I will beat you to death! I am your father!"

Long Aotian pointed at Zhao Ritian: "That's vulgar! Don't talk to dad like that!"

"I'm your dad! Are you the prelude?"

"I'm your father! You can't even hear the nice words!"

"I'm your father! What the hell are you saying? If you take advantage of me again, I'll beat you to death!"

Lu Chengwen was anxious and pointed at Zhao Ritian: "Sun thief! If you scold him again, I'll be angry with you!"

Long Aotian smiled: "Did you hear that, our brothers? Lu Chengwen, what the hell..."

Pan Meifeng said: "Okay, okay, stop arguing. Three generations of your grandparents have come over here."

Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian are so angry!

Zhao Ritian said in his heart that I have really been unlucky for eight lifetimes when I met a bunch of weirdos from your sect!

An old lady with terrifying fighting ability is completely partial, yet she talks about fairness, impartiality and openness!

A top competitor who has the strongest energy, talent, and ability in the world and is not inferior to himself should not be born in the same era as himself!

There is another one that is most annoying!

It's obviously bullshit, but it's the most favored, the worst, the most damaging, the most wicked, and the least thing!

Every time I take advantage, I don’t suffer any losses...

What the hell...

The three people stood in front of Pan Meifeng. Pan Meifeng nodded:

"You three, are you not seriously injured?"

Long Aotian touched his ribs and said reluctantly: "No, it's okay. I just... broke two ribs."

Zhao Ritian rubbed his shoulders and said depressedly: "It's okay. I just cracked the bones in my shoulders again."

Lu Chengwen rubbed his throat: "My throat is a little hoarse."

The two of them turned back together and looked at Lu Chengwen with hatred.

My heart said: Why are you so shameless? Your voice is hoarse compared to the two of me!?

Which one of us is not injured all over, with several broken bones?

Are you embarrassed to mention that your voice is hoarse?

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Pan Meifeng said with concern: "Xiao Luzi, is your throat okay?"

"It's okay, Master. It's just that I was a little dry when I cheered for them just now."

Pan Meifeng said: "Luo Shiyin, go and get Lu Chengwen some water."

"Oh." Luo Shiyin obediently went to fetch water.

Pan Meifeng took Lu Chengwen's hand: "Your throat is a big deal, so you have to take good care of it!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Stop shouting like that all the time in the future. They can fight whatever they want. Why are you so worried?"

"We are all brothers, there is no way we don't care."

Pan Meifeng smiled appreciatively: "You are just like your master, affectionate and righteous."

Zhao Ritian couldn't stand listening anymore: "Senior, can you have a relationship with him if you are affectionate and righteous?"

Pan Meifeng glared: "Can I have anything to do with you in the car?"

Zhao Ritian was shocked: "I...I..."

Pan Meifeng said: "I asked you to compete in martial arts. If you fight to death, do you want to kill someone?"

Zhao Ritian opened his eyes wide and pointed at Long Aotian: "He wants to kill me too. He was clearly murderous just now!"

Pan Meifeng said: "Shut up, both of you! Your talents are good, but you have a self-centered mentality and feel that all the good things in the world must belong to you."

"I feel like I have a strong fist, so I can grab good things if I can, and take them if I can!"

"There are always things like 'killing decisively', 'no virgin', and 'the weak and the strong'..."

"People like you would be a disaster if they were released!"

"If it weren't for Lu Chengwen's face, I would slap you two to death!"

Lu Chengwen stood aside:

【Actually, you don’t have to worry too much about my face.】

Qi Meishao glared at Lu Chengwen fiercely.
To be continued...