C627 Face Slapping Zhao Mingyu
C627 Face Slapping Zhao Mingyu
Xing Meng got up and stood in front of Zhao Mingyu. He shouted in a low voice, "Zhao Mingyu, this is not a place for you to be presumptuous! Get lost!"
Zhao Mingyu's face revealed fake fear. "Is the octagonal tiger angry? I'm so scared! "
In an instant, the fear on Zhao Mingyu's face disappeared, and was replaced by a cold and fierce expression.
"Xing Meng, you are no longer the octagonal tiger from before. You are at most a sick cat now. Why are you pretending to be me?"
Zhao Mingyu stretched out his hand and poked Xing Meng's chest. He said in a disdainful tone, "How dare a cripple show off in front of me? Do you really think that you can challenge me just because Lee Wuzhen is protecting you?"
Xing Meng's face turned colder and he said in a deep voice, "Zhao Mingyu, aren't you afraid that your father, Zhao Yang will be implicated because of your arrogance?"
"Hehe..." Zhao Mingyu sneered, then he shouted in a low voice, "What a joke!"
"My father and the Dao Alliance's Elder Qing Xuan are sworn friends! Head Qing Xuan is an expert in Taoism, and his skill in alchemy is unmatched! "
"If the Martial Alliance still wants the Qi Replenishing Peiyuan Pill of the Head Qing Xuan, then it wouldn't dare to do anything to my father!"
Zhao Mingyu reached out his hand and patted Xing Meng's shoulder, saying in a low voice, "So what if you are Lee Wuzhen's junior disciple? I will humiliate you however I want to!"
"Hehe, it's really sad to have someone like you in the Zhao family!"
Ye Yu chuckled, stood up and looked at Zhao Mingyu, "You are really cheating me with your strength!"
Zhao Mingyu looked at Ye Yu and a fierce look flashed across his face. He shouted coldly, "You are Ye Yu, right? How dare you spoil my plan? Don't you know how to write the word 'death'?"
Looking at the incomparably beautiful Wen Meng, a fiery look flashed across Zhao Mingyu's eyes. If it wasn't for Ye Yu disturbing him, he would be hugging her now!
Pointing at Wen Meng, Zhao Mingyu said lightly, "Ye Yu, if you personally put her in my arms, I might be able to let you die a quick death!"
A cold light flashed in Ye Yu's eyes, "Xing Meng, go and wake him up!"
"Yes, Martial Uncle!"
An excited look flashed across Xing Meng's eyes. He responded and walked towards Zhao Mingyu.
"Uncle-Master? You're still pretending with me!"
When Zhao Mingyu heard Xing Meng call Ye Yu Martial Uncle, he sneered in disdain.
Everyone knew that there was only one Junior Brother in Lee Wuzhen, and that was Xing Meng's master. However, Xing Meng's master had died a long time ago, so where did this Junior Brother come from?
Seeing Xing Meng approaching, there wasn't a trace of fear in Zhao Mingyu's eyes. "Let this sick cat fight with me? Are you stupid?"
Zhao Mingyu placed his hands behind his back and said with a disdainful tone, "I will stand right here. If this trash can make me take a step back, then consider me..."
Pa!
Before Zhao Mingyu could finish his sentence, Xing Meng slapped Zhao Mingyu's face.
The slap struck Zhao Mingyu like lightning, stunning him.
His body was involuntarily sent flying backwards.
Bang!
With a dull thud, Zhao Mingyu crashed heavily onto the floor.
Ye Yu looked at Zhao Mingyu's miserable condition and said with a smile, "You... this time, you should be able to wake up a lot more!"
"Ye Yu! Xing Meng! I want all of you to die!"
Zhao Mingyu covered his raised face and gritted his teeth as he looked at Ye Yu and Xing Meng. A look of shock flashed across his eyes.
Zhao Mingyu didn't expect Xing Meng to recover his strength. He didn't realize it and was sent flying by Xing Meng.
"So what if you have recovered your strength? I can also cripple you a second time!"
Zhao Mingyu staggered to his feet. His eyes were full of ruthlessness, "Uncle Gao! Cripple Xing Meng! Capture that kid called Ye Yu. I want to skin him and pull out his tendons! "
Swoosh!
As soon as Zhao Mingyu finished speaking, an old man wearing a black short-sleeved shirt appeared in front of Xing Meng.