Chapter 596: Did I Give You Face? Keep Showing Off and Let You Fly! (Please Subscribe, Please Vote)

The middle-aged Weiwei, who was wearing mourning clothes, was completely angered by the mute's 'words'.

He didn't know why his identity was 'seen' by the mute, but this had triggered his attack rules.

After all, he was seen through, so he didn't need to keep pretending.

The strange skin of middle age began to fall off, looking extremely livid in the moonlight.

There seemed to be two evil spirits entrenched on his shoulders, emitting a frightening black mist.

The whole person was like a blue ghost shrouded in darkness, with a strong sense of oppression coming over him.

When the middle-aged strange eyes opened again, the terrifying aura enveloped the area, directly targeting the mute in front of him.

The mute is also a ruthless character. He knows that the weird person on the other side is not going to let him go, and no matter how much he explains, it is useless.

After all, he couldn't explain it, so he just hit him when he needed to.

The next second, the mute burst out with powerful energy, not thinking about the weirdness of middle age, and set off a wave of energy fluctuations in the area.

There are many special halos around the mute body, and his skin has also undergone strange changes, as if there are special red lines swimming around.

These lines are extremely mysterious, like shackles, more like curses.

Seeing the mute's burst of strength, the middle-aged Weiwei snorted coldly: "You are quite capable, no wonder you dare to challenge me. I admit that you are qualified to be my opponent."

Hearing this, the mute was a little angry. It was fine for the cripple to show off in front of me. How could he dare to show off in front of me when he met a weirdo?

But he couldn't speak, so he could only look at Zhang Yangqing and ask Zhang Yangqing to say a few words.

Zhang Yangqing’s translation of ‘doing it for you’ was: “Our person in charge asked me to tell you, are we giving you face? Keep pretending and let me fly!”

These powerful words made the mute very satisfied.

He felt that Zhang Yangqing had been translating for a long time and finally said something "human".

Seeing the strange and completely furious look of the middle-aged man, the mute knew that these words had worked.

You said that I am qualified to be your opponent, I said that I said that I would beat you like a dog, and I would judge you superiorly and inferiorly.

Faced with such ferocious weirdness, the mute was actually not absolutely sure, but he still had to pretend.

In fact, he had already made a plan. If he really couldn't beat him later, he would lure the three colleagues next to him who were sitting around eating melon and watching the show. He didn't believe that these three people really stood by and watched.

The mute especially wanted to see the lame man's true ability, so that he could observe it when the time came.

But before that, he had to fight this battle well, and he couldn't give in before the fight started.

Mute, who has been fighting weirdos for many years, naturally has combat experience and strength.

If they fight in such a formation, it will naturally be a collision!

There is no nonsense in the duel between masters. The mute's passionate punches carried majestic power, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of the strange middle-aged man.

The weird middle-aged man also reacted quickly, putting his hands in a defensive posture. However, the powerful impact caught him by surprise, and his whole body was blown away like a kite with its string cut off.

The stone forest behind him collapsed like dominoes under his violent impact.

The mute obviously didn't want to give the weird middle-aged man a chance to breathe. He knew very well how to take advantage of your illness and kill you.

A roar erupted in the area where the mute was just now, and a mark was cracked on the ground.

The figure of Kuai Baofeng once again approached the strange middle-aged man. When he waved a powerful palm, the lines on his palm began to heat up as if burning.

Everyone knows that if this palm hits, the weird middle-aged man will definitely be defeated.

It was too late to angrily scold the mute for his lack of martial ethics. The weird middle-aged man dodged the heavy blow in an embarrassed manner.

The boulder behind him was directly shattered by the mute's heavy blow.

This blow failed, and the mute began to fight steadily. He knew that the weird things in this world were all crazy types. If you are not absolutely sure, it is best not to fight head-on.

Lest they launch the Heaven and Earth Return Together style without fear of death, it would not be good if they are mute to begin with, and if they are a little bit disabled.

The angrier the weird middle-aged man became, the more the black mist rising from his body gradually shrouded the area.

In the audience seat next to him, the deaf man looked at the explosive scene in front of him and said with some worry: "Cripple, should we go help? I'm afraid the mute can't handle it alone."

The deaf man thought it would be better to resolve the matter as early as possible to avoid complications.

It's not that they doubt that the mute can't fight, but this is still the beginning of tonight's fight. If the mute consumes too much, who will they rely on in the future?

After all, the deaf thinks that the mute is the absolute leader in the team.

Zhang Yangqing waved his hand and said: "It's still early. Now the mute is just testing. Let's see."

In fact, Zhang Yangqing just felt that there was something strange about the mute.

Maybe others couldn't detect it, but Zhang Yangqing saw something.

The mute's practice method is particularly unique. He practices it as a curse.

Zhang Yangqing remembered that he had seen it in some banned books.

Some rather evil monks will use "stubborn diseases" to practice.

For example, by using curses to continuously deplete the body, and then continuously replenishing it with potions, the body's toughness will increase.

By letting your own internal organs rot and then treating them with special methods, you can gain unique devouring abilities.

By allowing your blood to continue to drain and still staying awake, you can gain the ability to be close to immortality.

Of course, these are all using special methods to curse your body, and you also need to prepare materials. Just using so-called willpower will not suffice.

In reality, there are not many monks who can do it. After all, it is all about cultivation, and it is not normal. Who is willing to torture themselves.

But Zhang Yangqing felt that this mute seemed to be this type of practitioner, and he had already achieved some success.

Maybe the mute was born with some flaw and had to do this in order to become stronger.

The fighting outside the small courtyard of the mourning hall has been going on for a while. Mute feels that these colleagues are really not interesting. Are you really watching from the side?

Especially the cripple who shouted "come on" and "hurry up", you can do it?

Even though Mute was very crazy at first, as he continued to fight, he gradually became at a disadvantage.

This is not a city, but a strange place. Weird will use special methods to replenish energy.

Dumb is playing less and less, and has now entered the defensive stage.

At this time, the deaf man said to Zhang Yangqing: "I think the mute man is about to die, but if he can't, we brothers should come in."

With that said, he was about to start using his magic.

But Zhang Yangqing still had no intention of taking action, and said bluntly: "Don't bother, the next move is weird and you will definitely fail."

Don't say that the deaf don't believe this, even the mute don't believe it.

The mute felt like he was about to be beaten. Can I still win with my next move? Where can I win?

The deaf person thinks that it is obvious that he just cannot hear and is not blind.

Not to mention one move, even if the mute fights with his life, if he can't be defeated within ten moves, he will be considered powerful.

But they don't know who is in control of the situation.

When the mute was preparing a heavy punch to force the weird middle-aged man away, and then pulled away, Zhang Yangqing made a seal with one hand.

The next second, Mute's heavy fist burst out with bright golden energy.

In this dark night, his fist was as dazzling as the golden sun.

The coercion exuded by the fist light makes all living beings tremble in fear.

Even the surrounding space is distorted by this powerful force!

boom!

The sound of the fist light made the eight wastelands tremble, and the heaven and earth resonated.

Everything within a hundred meters of the mute's eyes turned into nothingness.

There is nothing weird, there is just a wisp of black smoke floating away.

Just like what was said at the beginning, it really made him fly.

The strange look in the middle-aged man's eyes before he died definitely didn't understand why this mute would burst out with such terrifying power. The feeling seemed to say: You showed your strength earlier, and I just knelt down. As for the fight for so long?

The mute was now more confused than Wei Wei. He just threw a punch to force the middle-aged Wei Wei back. Why did he explode with such amazing power?

He looked at the area in front of him that was in ruins, and then at his fist.

The mute began to wonder, do I really have such strength? Or did you accidentally enter the realm of harmony between man and nature?

The blind man couldn't see, so the only person in the audience who could get closer to the truth was probably the deaf man next to Zhang Yangqing.

He was indeed deaf, but he could see that Zhang Yangqing seemed to have made a move just now, and the situation of the battle was suddenly reversed. Moreover, Zhang Yangqing told him the outcome of this 'farce' in advance. This was obviously Zhang Yangqing's fault.

The deaf man really wanted to ask Zhang Yangqing how he did it. After all, if the mute man really had such ability, he wouldn't have been idle for so long.

But seeing Zhang Yangqing's expression, it seemed to be saying to him: Look, I didn't lie to you.

Only now did the deaf man realize, damn, this guy had tricked him again.

At this time, everyone else, including Zhang Yangqing, was ready to start working.

Only the mute still stood there, immersed in the fantasy of 'Am I really strong?'

He didn't react until the deaf man pulled him over.

The mute was still very excited and expressed in sign language: Did you see the punch I just made? Isn’t it awesome?

The blind man rolled his eyes at him and said: You don't understand it yourself, so stop showing off and start working quickly.

After entering the small courtyard of the mourning hall, Zhang Yangqing saw the rules on his mobile phone.

After just one glance at him, I had a rough understanding of the rules.

After all, Zhang Yangqing is not a god. He also needs to collect some information before making a judgment.

The decoration team started to observe here according to the normal grouping.

Originally, Zhang Yangqing was in a separate group, but the mute was now in a state of excitement and kept explaining to the deaf man how awesome his blow just now was.

Perhaps because he was a little speechless for the mute, the deaf man took the initiative to come to Zhang Yangqing's side, out of sight and out of mind.

Anyway, the blind man couldn't see the mute's sign language, so he didn't really care.

Zhang Yangqing and Deaf Zi inspected the mourning hall and found that there were not big problems here. The bigger problems were in the two rooms behind the mourning hall.

The lights were bright at night and a table of delicious food was placed.

"What's going on? Who else has been here besides us?"

The deaf man was checking the two rooms with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's not important. What's important is that these things are not for us to eat."