Chapter 4229: I abolished you!

At this moment, Zhao Wenbo showed strong enough hard power, and Chen Huaqiang, Di Xingyun, and the surrounding disciples were afraid to speak.

Just now, they insulted Zhao Wenbo and Yang Xixi for walking through the back door, but now, Zhao Wenbo made a strong shot, showing such a sharp edge.

Everyone knew that Zhao Wenbo was more qualified to be a disciple of Bingyu God than everyone present.

Zhao Wenbo alone is so powerful.

What about mid-week?

People's gazes couldn't help looking towards the middle of the week, shaking.

Zhao Wenbo was just a follower in the middle of the week. He didn't make any shots in the middle of the week. God knows how good he is.

"It's no wonder that Master Bingyu values ​​Midweek so much."

"This guy is really extraordinary."

"Even a follower is so powerful, how good is his true strength?"

"It's no wonder that Senior Brother Zhao Wuji wanted to kill him. If he grows up, I am afraid that Zao Wuji's status will not be preserved."

Everyone whispered, those who had never mocked midweek from beginning to end felt extremely grateful.

At least, I didn't offend midweek, and when I grow up in midweek, I won't bother myself.

"The three of us, are you qualified to sit down and eat?"

Smiling in the middle of the week, looking at Chen Huaqiang and Di Xingyun.

Chen Huaqiang had a sullen face and had nothing to say.

And Di Xingyun was beaten so that his cheeks swelled, and he felt ashamed and hated Zhao Wenbo in his heart.

He was a dignified young master. He was invited by someone to come to town today. He didn't expect to be beaten by a small attendant. How could he swallow this breath?

But if you can't swallow it, there's no way. Who told him to be inferior to others?

A turmoil stopped here.

The dinner officially begins.

Sit in the top position in the middle of the week.

Zhao Wenbo and Yang Xixi sat next to him.

The three of them have become the masters of the audience.

Chen Huaqiang and Di Xingyun sighed in their hearts, but they had no choice but to admit it.

All the disciples of Bingyu God also appeared one after another.

The wine and the dishes are ready.

Everyone ate and drank, but they ignored the existence of Chen Huaqiang and Di Xingyun, and continued to please the three in midweek.

After all, this world respects the strong.

The weak can only shut up.

"Brother Zhou, I toast you a glass."

"Senior Brother Zhou, do you have a girlfriend? Would you like me to introduce it."

"Brother Zhou, are you free tomorrow night? Let's have a cup of tea together."

All the disciples greeted midweek with smiles all over their faces.

Even Zhao Wenbo is so good, the strength of the week can be imagined.

Although in the Ice Tower Shenzong, Zao Wou-ki was offended in the middle of the week, and the future is dangerous.

But after all, in the middle of the week, the **** of Bingyu is valued, and guarded by the **** of Bingyu, they believe that nothing will happen in the middle of the week.

If he grows up in the middle of the week, his status may surpass Zao Wou-ki.

When the time comes, it will not be easy if you want to fawn again. Naturally, you must have a good relationship now.

Chen Huaqiang and Di Xingyun were very unhappy in their hearts.

This gathering was originally organized by Chen Huaqiang, but no one cares about him now.

As for Di Xingyun, he came to the town with his ambition and his face was swollen now.

The dinner lasted until eleven o'clock in the evening.

Except for Chen Huaqiang and Di Xingyun, everyone drank happily.

Yang Xixi was still drunk, lying on top of Zhou Zhong.

"Let's go back."

Zhou Zhong looked at Zhao Wenbo, put his arms around Yang Xixi's thin waist, and stood back.

"I'm not drunk, I can still drink..."

Yang Xixi was so drunk, and talking nonsense, even the little rabbit tail was exposed behind her back.

Zhao Wenbo followed the two and wanted to leave.

Di Xingyun looked at Zhao Wenbo's back with extreme hatred in his heart. He flipped his palm in vain, and a dart appeared on the palm of his hand. It was quenched with the faintly blue poison and threw it without a trace, and shot at Zhao Wenbo's back.

Zhao Wenbo didn't have any defense at all. He heard the sound of breaking through the air behind his back, his face changed, and it was too late to escape.

Snapped!

That poison dart hit his back fiercely, deep into his muscles.

"Ouch!"

Zhao Wenbo let out a painful cry, only to feel sore and sore and paralyzed.

"Wenbo, what's wrong?"

His face changed in the middle of the week.

No one expected this sudden change.

Yang Xixi, who was held in his arms by Zhou Zhong, suddenly woke up more than half of the time when he saw the change happen.

"Brother Star..."

Chen Huaqiang noticed Di Xingyun's small movements, and his face suddenly changed.

Can't fight head-on duels, sneak attacks with hidden weapons, this is a taboo.

The disciples around saw Zhao Wenbo fall, and there was a riot. They didn't know what happened.

In the middle of the week, he hurriedly checked Zhao Wenbo's injuries and saw that he had a dart stuck in his back, and his blue poison was quenched, his complexion suddenly became very severe.

He acted decisively, drew out the poison dart, the power of darkness ran, and felt the poison in Zhao Wenbo's body and directly extracted it.

His dark power is inherently poisonous, so it can naturally absorb the poison in others.

After the poison was expelled, Zhao Wenbo's face became a little rosy, but he was still paralyzed on the ground, his muscles ached, and he couldn't get up for a while.

"Di Xingyun, do you dare to attack?"

Turning his head angrily in the middle of the week, it was immediately obvious that Di Xingyun had attacked.

"Hey, you have no evidence, don't talk nonsense."

Di Xingyun denied it directly.

The surrounding disciples whispered, Zhao Wenbo was attacked suddenly, no one knew who did it, but Di Xingyun and Zhao Wenbo had an enemy, and everyone guessed that he did it.

"Who else can you have?"

With cold eyes in Zhou Zhong, he held the poison dart and vaguely caught the trace of Di Xingyun's remaining breath.

This poison dart was obviously sent by Di Xingyun.

"Mid of the week, don't spit people with blood!"

Di Xingyun still did not admit it.

"That is, Brother Xing is upright, how could he do such a thing."

Chen Huaqiang on the side also stood up to testify.

He knew that Di Xingyun was the murderer, but he didn't expose it. After all, he invited people to him, and he could not shirk the blame for any scandal.

"Two bastards, I've abolished you!"

Zhou Zhong snorted, and didn't bother to talk nonsense, directly violently shot, his stature like electricity, rushed in front of Di Xingyun and Chen Huaqiang.

The expressions of the two changed drastically, and only felt that the aura of the week, as towering as a mountain, was simply irresistible.

Click!

Click!

In the middle of the week, he pulled up the right arms of Chen Huaqiang and Di Xingyun and gave a shock.

A burst of majestic spiritual power slammed their arms severely.

Bone burst!

The two screamed "Ah" and their arms were scrapped on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the audience was shocked.

No one expected that midweek would be so decisive, so fierce, and so fierce.

One shot was done, and one shot directly abolished the arms of two people without mercy.

"In the middle of the week, you dare to scrap my arm, you wait for me, my master will not let you go!"

Di Xingyun gritted his teeth, stumbled and ran away.