Chapter 1365 My Rules Are No Rules

My rules are no rules

Shaokun had only heard of Zhang Xing.

He also knew that the two brothers of the Ling family were beaten by his men.

If it was normal, he would avoid trouble if he could avoid it.

But things are different now. When it comes to issues of interest, how can one give in easily?

What's more, there are so many of them. If they really try their best, they may lose.

"Are you not convinced?"

Hei Bao took a step forward with a fierce look on his face.

Well!

Isn't this a negotiation? Why do you have to take action as soon as you say something?

"Everyone, calm down and speak slowly if you have anything to say!"

When Jiang Tang saw that the situation was not good, he immediately came out to smooth things over.

Zhang Xing has nine three-star war saints. There is only one of them, and the other one- and two-stars are only seven or eight.

They are no match for them at all.

The other warriors in the family were like ants in front of the War Saint, and their numbers could not make up for it.

"My boss said, you have to do it without giving me any face, right?

"

Hei Bao continued to speak forcefully.

"Boss?"

Su Changhe on the side looked more and more confused.

When did Zhang Xing take in nine guards?

The extremely strong aura of the saint can be felt from these nine guards.

He didn't know how many saints they were, but the Jiang family ancestor was the only one who could compete with them.

"Zhang Xing is so lucky that there is a saint willing to protect him."

"It should be safe with him in Xuandu City."

Su Changhe felt much relieved.

"You...I won't tell you, I'll tell your boss!"

Shaokun saw that Hei Bao was too strong and couldn't talk about it at all, so he looked at Zhang Xingdao.

“We worked so hard to come all the way just to get some resources.”

"You can't let us go back empty-handed."

"Besides, other places are occupied, so we can't go

. "

"Zhang Xing, just tell me how much you want!"

Shaokun thought Zhang Xing wanted a piece of the pie.

Zhang Xing smiled and shook his head: "I don't lack anything, unlike you who are greedy and want everything."

"If possible, I think you would even want to move the house here."

"Hmph! Since it doesn't make sense, let's follow the rules. Whoever has the strongest fist will get it!"

Shaokun said hard.

"What rules?" Zhang Xing asked curiously.

"Three people from each team will compete. The winner will stay and the loser will go!"

Shao Kun said.

"hehe!"

Zhang Xing raised the corner of his mouth and said mockingly: "These are your rules. Do you know my rules?"

"Your rules? What rules?"

Shao Kun looked confused.

"My rules are no rules!"

"Hei Bao, fight me, fight them out!"

Zhang Xing waved his hand.

The expressions of Shaokun, Jiang Tang, and the second ancestor of the Ling family changed.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to reason, nine figures came over in a flash.

"You are still being unreasonable..."

Bang!

Before Shaokun could finish speaking, a fist glowing with golden light hit him in the face.

It was Jinlong Huangzheng who punched.

Shao Kun's eyes darkened and his head became confused.

Instinctively mobilize the fighting energy in the body to fight back.

One move hasn't been used yet.

Another loud punch hit his head.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute..."

Jiang Tang retreated and shouted to Bailong Baishang in a panic.

Only he, a three-star war saint, can fight any dragon that has not transformed.

The other two ancestors of the Ling family were also killed by Poison Dragon Dragon just like Shaokun.

Wuhe, Blue Dragon and Blue Sword chased and beat him.

I'm going! What is going on?

Su Changhe and the others were stunned.

There's something wrong with the style of painting.

When did these people from the Central Continent families become so weak?

Are they here to invade or to be beaten?