Chapter 1170 (1/2)

”Pa Pa Pa Pa!”

Zhang Xing patted Wu Guan Shi's face with his hand, but he didn't try hard.

”Yes, I'll hit you. Do you have any problem?”

”Lie... Trough!”

Wu wiped his nose and looked up at his hand. It was full of blood.

”You want to die!”

Bite teeth, anger to the extreme, raised his hand to Zhang Xing fan in the past.

”Pa!”

Wu Guanshi only felt a flower in front of his eyes. His palm was three inches in front of Zhang Xing's face, but he couldn't move a minute.

And his head in a hum, the body a shake, a soft foot.

He went down to his knees with a thump.

Er!

What's the rhythm?

How did steward Wu kneel down to Zhang Xing?

Is it that Wu Guanshi was beaten up again?

The crowd was confused and did not know why.

After two breaths, steward Wu can see things clearly.

But he found himself kneeling on the ground, and Zhang Xing was looking down on him.

I'm full of anger, and I don't think about why.

Struggling to get up.

But Zhang Xing raised a right hand and gently put it on his head.

Boom!

The straight waist bent down again.

I just feel the pressure of a big mountain on my head.

Let alone stand up.

His face was full of red and he gritted his teeth hard, but he couldn't use his strength at all.

The fighting spirit in the body is suppressed and shrinks in the elixir field, and can not be mobilized.

My heart was throbbing.

Wu Guanshi seems to have thought of something.

No! It's impossible! He won't have such high accomplishments.

How could a teenager, a junior of Zun state, be the lowest disciple in the servants' room.

He is also a non disciple among the formal disciples.

If you want to say that there is a supporter behind Zhang Xing, he doesn't believe it. If you don't account for it, you don't have to. Sister Literature Network e to this place for training if there are disciples who can rely on them.