As for the indomitable fighting style and precise and sharp killing methods after the start of the battle, it is still chilling to think of it at this time. For these young people, the so-called fighting is nothing more than strength. But Tang Qing showed up and gave them a vivid teaching lesson. What would happen if they faced such an opponent?

The seven disciples of Confucianism felt sweaty at the thought that several of them were still proud of surviving from the swamp and excited about the little progress they had made.
Fortunately, Tang Qing is one of our own, and he is also very familiar with the master elder brother. Several sour Confucians soon put terror behind them and turned to glory with them.
Regardless of how the disciples of various clans talk about themselves, Tang Qing looks directly at Peng Sheng’s inquiring eyes, and his eyes are pure, just like an honest baby.
In fact, the eyes of neurotic patients are pure, so you can observe them if you don’t believe me.
"Ha ha, I heard that you just dropped five swords with one hand, and five disciples fought the giant sword gate alone? How many more have you killed? "
Peng Shengle ha ha looked at Tang Qing, very gentle. What I thought in my heart was: "This matter is here. Who else can help you solve it except the old man? Please ask me quickly."
"They bullied my predecessors, so you must uphold justice." Tang Qing said, looking a little awkward.
With a splash, Simon Lei, who had just stood up, fell to the ground and was angry.
There was a burst of laughter around, and a few people on the other side of Confucianism were even more convulsive, where there was no friar. The little girl Qian Yu rubbed her belly with her hand, and the little stars in her eyes gradually took shape.
The result of the battle is one thing. The key is to look at those bruisers at the giant sword gate and compare them with Tang Qing’s plate. However, I feel uncomfortable listening to this. People who had looked at the disciples of Giant Sword Gate with some sympathy also changed their views and became contemptuous.
It’s right to think about it, brother of the same order. One of them beat you five times … On the other hand, you five beat others one time, and you were wronged, and you wanted to face it.
"… ahem, so."
Even after living for hundreds of years, Peng Sheng, who has always been wily, feels a little in distress situation. Tang Qing can be shameless, but he can’t. He can’t always ask them how to bully you. Let others have no problem at all, but now this occasion can’t ask.
"This boy may be really brain-damaged after being attacked by the mosquito king. Why don’t you have any image?" Peng Sheng couldn’t help but have some doubts. Let’s ask what happened.
"Tang Qing, even if you have this strength, I’m afraid it’s not enough to poison mosquito mountain, right? Little word Murphy … "
"I still have this"
A little bat with purples and blood suddenly flew out and circled in the air. It seemed to be frightened by so many monks, and quickly fell back to Tang Qing’s shoulder, shrinking its wings and poked around, which was very intimate.
"blood bat"
Several exclamations sounded at the same time, even Peng Sheng was surprised. This little blood bat was already the first-class peak, and half a foot stepped into the second-class monster beast.
"This is the pet of the younger generation, and it belongs to the Lord."
It seems that inadvertently, Tang Qing made a decision to fly into the body of the blood bat. The little thing looked very comfortable and screamed twice. The voice was really ugly.
There are many knowledgeable people present, so it is natural to see what Tang Qing is doing. This method is definitely a seal for the monster beast to recognize the Lord. Blood bats never reject this seal, but they seem to enjoy it. Obviously, they have recognized the Lord.
Peng Sheng was very depressed. He felt that Tang Qing was hateful. What words? Is this that the old man can still beat you up as a junior? What a great baby? Look at you. You’re not really sick, are you
If Tang Qing really has mental problems, it can only be said that he is unprepared and speaks wherever he thinks. But if he is pretending to be crazy, it will be a little scary. This is too much like it, and there are too many minds.
He doesn’t know that Tang Qing has his own plan.
"Tang ye is a real fool, I’m afraid it’s still going to be three inspections and four inspections, so just get a shady one. Maybe the best spiritual stone will land on this alliance of elders. These old things are also given by our fellow villagers, and the Emperor Tai has been a capital for thousands of years. "
See what else Peng Sheng wants to ask, Tang Qingdao.
"Elder elder, I’m stupid, and I have a headache if I talk too much. Can you tell me about it by Nangong Cold? He and the late girl witnessed this with their own eyes. "
Peng Sheng quite agree with this opinion. He thinks that Tang Qing is not sure whether he is sick or not, but the words always sound a little strange, far less honest and sincere than that boy in Nangong Cold.
At this time, seeing Tang Qing’s initiative, he naturally agreed, raised his hand toward Nangong Han and asked, "Is this possible?"
The nangongshan cold dare not like Tang Qing, promise, will Tang Qing experience before going up the mountain about it again. The only thing I didn’t say was the gorgeous appearance. Tang Qing told him that he didn’t have to hide it, except for the space.
After asking Xiao Ye, Peng Sheng confirmed that Nangong Cold was not lying. This mind-watching technique seems useless to Tang Qing, but it is no problem to use it on Nangong. Indeed, I didn’t lie at all.
"Catch mosquitoes to feed blood bats? This boy really has an idea "Peng Sheng shook his head.
I turned around and looked at Tang Qing. Before I spoke, Tang Ye had heard the string songs and was straightforward, and he took the initiative to pick up the second half. Of course, he is different from the Nangong cold, and he should never say anything he shouldn’t.
Mutant mosquito king
As soon as all the monks above Jiedan heard the shape of the mosquito king described by Tang Qing, they immediately came to this conclusion. When I heard his description of the fighting process again, I saw with my own eyes the hole pierced by the mouthparts above the fake magic-killing blade, and I gasped in succession.
Above level 5 is definitely the strength above level 5. Perhaps this mosquito king is not very comprehensive, but in terms of attack power alone, it is definitely a super-five strength.
Even the nangongshan cold little night was dumbfounded. Tang Qing didn’t elaborate on what was inside with them, just knowing that Tang Dage killed the mosquito king, but I didn’t expect this mosquito king to be so severe.
"A bunch of self-righteous idiots can’t scare you to death." Tang Ye thought to himself when he looked at the silly people around him.
Ignoring the noise and discussion around him, Peng Sheng didn’t say anything after listening. Neither good nor bad, gradually, the crowd around quieted down.
Whether it’s true or not depends on a word from Elder Peng.
After everyone’s eyes were focused, Peng Sheng looked up and said, "Where is the Lord of Simon Ray?"
Simon Lei was stunned, but he didn’t dare to answer. He came forward and replied, "The younger generation has seen the elders."
Peng Sheng nodded and continued to ask, "You just want to get revenge on Tang Qing?"
Ximenlei was stunned again. He was a little scared and said, "Report to my senior …"
"Yes or no? Answer me. "
Ximenlei is also the master of a door, and he is a little angry when he hears about it. I wonder if you can kill me after all. In a fit of pique, he replied, "Exactly, the younger generation just wanted to kill Tang Qing and avenge his disciples."
Sheng smell speech sighed only way.
"In that case, the old man will give you this opportunity, and you will have a decisive battle with Tang Qing, here and now, regardless of life and death."
Chapter 152: People laugh at me for being crazy.
Chapter one hundred and fifty-two: The world laughs at me for being too crazy.
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Chapter one hundred and fifty-three: Seven Masters use thieves to pave the way to heaven; Confucianism has a daughter, which warms my prodigal heart
Chapter one hundred and fifty-three: Seven Masters use thieves to pave the way to heaven; Confucianism has a daughter, which warms my prodigal heart
"Old things are really not good things," Tang Qing said in his heart.
Regardless of who can win, if Simon Lei dies, Tang Qing will have no place to stand. One of the Eight Doors was killed by a monk named Tsukiji. If it is not washed with blood, how can the giant sword gate stand?
At that time, no matter what card Tang Qing has, whether he is really crazy or fake, he will have to take refuge in the alliance of elders. It is impossible for any sect to form an endless situation for a small Tang Qing and a giant sword gate.
Tang Qing died? That’s impossible. With Peng Sheng present, at most, let Simon Lei vent his anger and relieve his anger. Like a leg? A hand? At that time, Tang Qing also has nowhere to go, because his "lie" of defeating the mosquito king will be broken. Ximenlei is just a medium-term cultivation, and it will not be stronger than the five-level monster beast.
Giant sword door, of course, won’t bear a grudge just because Peng Sheng saved Tang Qing. On the contrary, they will be grateful. No matter whether Tang Qing mutates or not, it is doomed that he can identify space cracks. At this time, Tang Qing will be exterminated, and the trouble of the giant sword gate can be more than a packet. It’s enough to get out and find a place.
As for Tang Qing Yao, disability probably won’t affect the ability to recognize space, but it’s just as useful.