Chapter 3389: Are you okay

After finishing the call, Zhong Tianyu no longer concealed the arrogance on his face: "You two, wait a while to be a mandarin duck! Han Li, I have a deep love for you, but when my master comes, I Will let him kill you all with Hate!"

Han Li looked at Zhou Zhong anxiously, she was afraid that there would really be something unexpected in the middle of the week.

In the middle of the week, he just smiled faintly: "Don't pay attention to him."

Han Li simply ignored it.

However, Zhong Tianyu was sure at this time that he was seriously injured in the middle of the week and could not get up to fight again. With such a body, let alone his master, if he could move now, a finger could be crushed to death!

So he changed his previous look of panic and triumphantly talked about his master’s deeds. When he arrived, he suddenly smiled and said: "Oh, right, my master is here as a guest of your Jinling Wu League. It is impossible to say that those seniors will also come to preside over justice, then, maybe some seniors of the Jinling Wu League will take action to kill you!"

Zhou Zhong was always too lazy to pay attention to him, and Han Li only took care of Zhou Zhong, asking a few questions about her concern from time to time.

Under the worn-out clothes, almost only a few pieces of cloth left, those wounds in the middle of the week began to slowly recover.

Although he has no real energy, he hasn't been idle these days. He has made a few medicinal medicines specially used to heal injuries from the medicinal materials sent by Lord Long, just because he is worried about the current situation.

...

About less than half an hour later, a few conversation sounds came from the foot of the mountain, and there were a lot of footsteps approaching here.

"It should be here, right?"

"Well, what my disciple said is this mountainside."

Hearing this voice, Zhong Tianyu immediately became energetic, and even waved to the direction of the mountain: "Master! I am here!"

After speaking, he said to Zhou Zhong with a triumphant smile: "Now I want to see how you live!"

A few footsteps under the mountain approached quickly, and it could be heard that they should all be practicing, otherwise it would be impossible to have such good foot strength.

Tan Cong, the elder of the Qian Xiwu League, spotted Zhong Tianyu at a glance, and walked hurriedly, seeing the middle-aged man next to Zhong Tianyu, even more regretful and said: "How can the injury be so severe!"

Zhong Tianyu looked excited, did not answer this question, but quickly said: "Master, leave me alone, kill him! Help me kill him! I want him to die now!"

Tan Cong saw mid-week not far away, and the people from the Jinling Wu League had just arrived, and also saw mid-week.

But what happened next can be described as "unthinkable" in Tan Cong's eyes.

Everyone in the Jinling Wu League subconsciously took a few steps back when they saw the moment in the middle of the week. From that look, a deep fear could be seen.

In the middle of the week, he raised his head, glanced at everyone, and said indifferently: "Are you doing anything?"

All of the Jinling Wumeng shook their heads, and even a few of them had a small holiday with Mid-Zhou, and even lowered their heads slightly, not daring to look directly at Mid-Zhou.

Not only that.

The person in charge of the Jinling Wu League, Zong Wei who also serves as the elder, hesitated for a while and walked up, lowered his posture, and said to Zhou Zhong, "Mr. Zhou, you are..."

At this time, there was a strong smell of blood permeating the field, and it was not difficult to see that he was seriously injured at this time in the middle of the week.

But he was a little curious, who could have caused Zhou Zhong to suffer such a serious injury? Just rely on Tan Cong's apprentice? He didn't think that guy had such strength.

Almost everyone in the Jinling Wu League thought so, after all, the shock that midweek gave them was too strong.

In the middle of the week, he said angrily: "What are you talking about? I haven't asked you why you are here."

Zongran coughed awkwardly, then backed away, and said to Tan Cong, "Master Tan, with all due respect, if your disciple provokes this Mr. Zhou... I advise you not to go into a big fight. Say it's you, even if we shoot together, it's definitely not Mr. Zhou's opponent! So..."

He didn't say the rest, but he clearly wanted to make Tan Cong apologize.

Tan Cong was surprised and doubted: "Only him?!"

How could he believe this kind of heavenly fantasy, relying on a young man? Can the people of Jinling Wu League be so jealous?

Can someone like Zong Ran say "We are not opponents when we shoot together"?

But looking at Zong Ran's words did not seem to be false, which had to make him hesitate.

Zhong Tianyu did not expect that his fame in Jinling would reach such a level in midweek, but he could not let go of such a good opportunity.

The injury in the middle of the week must be genuine, and now is the best chance to kill him!

So he roared and said, "You must have been cheated by him! This kid has no inner strength at all! How could he be so powerful!"

Even if he roared loudly, no one on the Jinling Wu League side looked at him at all, and he didn't even mean to act at all.

But Tan Cong's eyes were a bit gloomy, and he also saw the injuries on Zhou Zhong's body, which was definitely not a fake.

He didn't give the people of Jinling Wu League any opportunity to stop him, and he swept forward directly, reaching out to the middle of Zhou with a palm.

"I want to see what your name is!"

Han Li beside Zhou Zhong grabbed Zhou Zhong's arm nervously.

But midweek comforted her by saying: "It's okay."

After that, his face was still a little pale, but Zhou Zhong who had recovered part of his injuries anyway, slowly got up.

His condition at this time is still very bad, and now he is also holding a sigh of relief.

But he also knew that it was definitely not the time to show his timidity. If the old guy on the opposite side saw some clues, it would not be the result that midweek wanted.

So after he whispered a word in Han Li's ear, Han Li hesitated and stood farther away.

At this time, Tan Cong was not a few steps away from Mid-Zhou, and Mid-Zhou just looked at him with contempt, motionless.

In the eyes of everyone in the Jinling Wu League, midweek seemed even more unpredictable.

Sure enough! Why is this hurt? Obviously, it is no different from defeating the Toyogoku fighters that day!

Many people looked at Tan Cong with pity.

The result was not beyond what everyone expected. When Tan Cong rushed forward, Zhou Zhong blocked him with his arms.

The blow that Tan Cong had accumulated for a long time didn't even make it half a step back in the middle of the week.

Before that Tan Cong could make extra moves, Zhou Zhong had already clenched his right hand into a fist and hit the opponent's chest with a fist.

After the punch, Tan Cong leaned back, and the next punch in the middle of Zhou had already arrived.

With two punches, Tan Cong stepped back more than a few steps, with bloodshot eyes on the corners of his mouth, his face full of disbelief.