She turned to look at Zhao Weisheng, her face expressionless, but the anger hidden in her eyes was clearly visible.
Like a volcano on the verge of breaking out, ready to erupt at any time.
In Zhao Weisheng's increasingly disdainful and contemptuous expression, Zhao Weifeng suddenly rushed towards him quickly.
He quickly grabbed him by the collar and punched him with a wave of his hand.
No spiritual power was used, but the strength of the Qi-perfecting monk still left bruises on Zhao Weisheng's handsome face.
Zhao Weifeng's sharp eyes stared deeply at him, "Zhao Weisheng, I owe the whole clan, but I don't owe you anything. It's not your turn to judge me here."
Because of the same mother, Zhao Wei was smart and sweet-tongued when he was young.
Zhao Weifeng often shared her things with him. If it hadn't been for her subsidies, Zhao Weifeng would not have been able to practice so smoothly and quickly even with his qualifications for the Five Spiritual Roots.
Zhao Weisheng tore off the arm that was holding him tightly, spat out a mouthful of blood, and sneered, "Trash is trash. I even pointed my nose at you and scolded you, but I still showed mercy. If it weren't for the protection of the family, you would be in the world of immortality." , can’t survive more than a day.”
"boom!"
Zhao Weifeng didn't talk nonsense, she couldn't say anything anyway, so he punched her hard again.
The fist drew a graceful arc in the air and collided heavily with Zhao Weisheng's resisting fist, making a dull sound.
Zhao Weisheng glared at Zhao Weifeng angrily, "Come on, let's have a good fight. I've long disliked you. Ever since the foundation building failed, you've been crying all day long. It's bad luck."
"I am a waste, and you are a waste among wastes." Zhao Weifeng replied in a sullen voice.
The two of them struggled with each other with their eyes on fire.
But they all agreed not to use spiritual power...
The punch reaches the flesh, and the tiger and the tiger generate wind.
"boom!"
The corner of Zhao Weifeng's mouth was swept by the fist wind, and his teeth knocked up and down, just in time to bite off a piece of meat.
It broke our hearts.
She kept silent, but she also showed real fire, her strikes became heavier and heavier, and her speed became faster and faster.
"I can't stand how boring you are. You ignore anyone all day long. Those who don't know better would think you're a mute."
"So what if I'm not good at words? Who is like you, like a butterfly, flirting with this and that all day long, and who can show off more coquettishly than the little hustler from Drunken Willow Pavilion?"
These words are extremely hurtful and insulting.
"Fuck you." Zhao Wei was so angry that he got really angry and blurted out dirty words.
Halfway through, I couldn't help but think about the blood relationship between the two.
He had no choice but to swallow his words hard, making him vomit blood.
"Okay, Zhao Weifeng. Even Zuiliu Pavilion knows this. Who did you learn from?"
"I want you to take care of it." Zhao Weifeng punched Zhao Weisheng's right eye socket, which was still intact and fair, and successfully gave him a pair of panda eyes.
The two siblings were fighting fiercely in the corner of the backyard.
Ancestor of the Zhao family, Zhao Yuanqing glanced over with his spiritual consciousness and saw that it was just a flesh wound, so he stopped caring about it.
An hour later.
Zhao Weifeng leaned against the wall, his face stained, the right side of his face slightly swollen, expressionlessly rubbing his stomach after being kicked several times.
It was a great way to vent, even though I was a little injured, but it was really refreshing.
Zhao Weisheng was lying on the ground crookedly, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen after being beaten. His face, which was still handsome at first, was now unrecognizable.
How miserable!
The bloodline suppression from my elder sister is really too powerful, I won’t believe it if I don’t accept it.
Zhao Weisheng muttered vaguely: "It's really a dark move."
"Then you don't have a bad mouth. Get up."
"My arms hurt, my legs hurt, my whole body hurts, I can't move." Zhao Weisheng said aggrievedly.
"Squeamish." Zhao Weifeng picked him up with disgust, took him back to the room, put him gently on the bed, and then turned around and left in silence.
Zhao Weisheng turned his head and looked at the slender but tall back. The dappled sunlight fell on her body, seeming to have swept away the gloom of the past, leaving her bright and soothing.
He said softly: "Sister, you should go out and have a look. The world is vast and you should not be trapped in a corner. The spring flowers and autumn moon are the scenery. The prosperity of the world is the scenery, and the conspiracy and calculation are also the scenery."
"I know."
Zhao Weifeng stepped out of the room and looked at the clear sky, his heart becoming more determined.
Although she is not good at words and communication, she is not stupid. She has known for a long time that there is something wrong with her state of mind, but she has too many worries and cannot make a decision at the moment.
Zhao Weisheng looked at the closed door and smiled softly: "Someone has to do this evil thing." No matter what the outcome is, it is better than stagnating.
"Sister, don't let me down."
He spread his hands and feet and made a big gesture, accidentally touching the wound. He grinned in pain and said, "It hurts me so much. I won't do it again next time."
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After completing the transaction with He Xiao, Chen Yanzhi continued to communicate with the other monks, but unfortunately gained little.
There were also monks who randomly took out some useless grass seeds and bad seeds to defraud the spirit stones, but she was experienced and saw the problem.
Chen Yanzhi definitely won't do it. She is a dignified and high-level Qi practitioner. She is easy to bully, unless she pays more.
"Fellow Daoist Wu, you have deceived me."
The unshaven middle-aged man's face froze, but he quickly recovered and said angrily: "Shopkeeper Chen, you can do whatever you want, but you can't insult my character."
That stubborn look, coupled with his rugged appearance, is really eye-catching.
Suddenly, a spiritual light flashed under his feet, and his figure swooped away.
Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a strong gust of wind hit him. He felt a heavy pulling sensation on his back collar. He was staggered by the force and almost hit the back of his head.
"Where are you going?"
Wu Ping had a bitter look on his face, "Mr. Chen, I got that spiritual seed from someone else. I didn't know it was a bad seed. I am also a victim. I offended you, so please forgive me."
Chen Yanzhi didn't believe this man's lies and said leisurely, "Fellow Daoist Wu, you don't want others to know about it, right?"
She saw this man trading things with several monks.
If exposed, he would definitely be beaten.
Wu Ping was shocked when he heard this, his body started to tremble, and he glanced at Chen Yanzhi with tears in his eyes.
Then he slowly closed his eyes, biting his lips gently with big teeth, his expression was stubborn and aggrieved, "Come on, you can do whatever you want to me." His hands were shaking as he pulled down the collar.
"boom!"
Chen Yanzhi treated the pretentious middle-aged man in front of her with a heart-warming kick.
He flew out all the way and scratched several feet on the ground.
"It's disgusting."
Wu Ping's eyes flashed, and with the help of his strength, he took advantage of the situation and moved backwards towards the Zhao family's gate.
Wu Ping, who had run away for a while, blinked his eyes, tilted his head and smiled at Chen Yanzhi, and said with a pinched voice: "Mr. Chen, if you offend me today, I will retaliate in the future. You can do whatever you want to me." Yo!"
Chen Yanzhi's complexion changed slightly, and Wu Ping became even more proud when he saw this.
"Bang bang!"
A green jade flute appeared silently and hit Wu Ping's shoulder twice, knocking him to the ground.
"Who is messing with you?" Wu Ping turned around and looked around, cursing, but found no one.
(End of chapter)
