Immortals Dump Waste In My Home

"Little Xu, what are you thinking? Why don't we leave first? This group of people are like madmen. If they hurt you and me, we won't be able to eat." Lu looked at Xu Fann after he finished his sentence.    

    

Faang Lingmeng was also worried when she heard Lu's words. If Xu Fann didn't leave in order to complete her sales mission, then the people on stage would hurt Xu Fann by mistake. Then she would be too ashamed to meet him.    

    

"That's right, Xu Fann. Why don't we leave first and come back another day? The two madmen in the stands are also scared. They are not something ordinary people like us can deal with."    

    

Hearing the two of them finish talking, Xu Fann felt at ease. Hehe, if it was an ordinary person, they might not have much hope, but for martial artists like them, he might have some methods. Leaving at this time, isn't it too much of a pity?    

    

I'll take a look. Maybe things might have a chance to change, and President Xu, don't worry, I'll be fine. If they really go crazy, then I'll run away, but if you're really scared, then go out with Boss Lu and wait for me. Then, Xu Fann continued looking at the stage.    

    

Seeing Xu Fann say this, Lu had no other choice. What else could he do if he met such a fool, and Lu also wouldn't leave. Lu thought that he should have signed the "90% confident" contract as soon as he came over, but it was good now that so many things had happened.    

    

Faang Lingmeng might be scared, but hearing Xu Fann's words, she had thought it through. Xu Fann wasn't even afraid, what was there to be afraid of? Worst case scenario, she could just run with Xu Fann.    

    

Murong Jiesha, who was on the stage, looked at Loong Lee in disdain.    

    

"Hehe, why is it that there are so many people in this world who have strength and a low status, yet have a mouth that is not filled with cowardice. Since you are unwilling, then we will beat you up." After Murong Jiesha said this, he quickly moved to in front of Loong Lee.    

    

Although Loong Lee saw Murong Jiesha coming over, the injury he had just suffered made him unable to react in defense. Murong Jiesha still had one hand in his pocket, while the other hand was still slapping Loong Lee, and after receiving the slap, his body fell to the ground, but Murong Jiesha didn't even give Loong Lee any time to rest. He quickly moved to the side where Loong Lee was lying on the ground, and with his right leg kicked towards Loong Lee.    

    

Some of the martial artists below the stage had already shed tears of despair.    

    

"Senior brother, the young master is too pitiful. If we continue to beat the young master up, he will be beaten to death. Senior brother, let us go find the master, let the master come and save the young master. Please, let us go find the master." A junior brother who was already in tears said.    

    

"Hey, foolish child, if a martial artist can't beat his opponent then he should go and call for reinforcements. Then, can this martial arts world still continue to move? Do you really think it can be maintained? Master is fair and upright, the word 'rules' is the most important word."    

    

He has never broken any rules in his life. If Master makes a move today, then tomorrow, whether or not we are bullied tomorrow will be up to Master. After that, even if others are bullied, we will go find their Master. Right now, we can only hope that the other party does not really want Young Master's life.    

    

His tone also became resentful, and then this senior brother shook his head.    

    

If it really wasn't possible, then he would risk his life to send the young master down from the stage. It should be known that the life and death of one side would be decided on the stage, but as long as one side fell out of the stage, then the competition would be over. It didn't matter if one side was dead or alive, if he wanted to solve this problem, it would be easy to put on a show, but once he got off the stage, it would not be a matter of life or death.    

    

Looking at Loong Lee who had collapsed onto the ground, with one foot firmly stepping on his head, Murong Jiesha laughed out loud as if he was about to break the stage. "Haha, what a joke, you little ant. Come on, keep talking, don't stop! I really don't want to kill you! It's been so long since I've met such a fun guy like you."    

    

After that, he grabbed Loong Lee's hair and raised his head, as if he was afraid that Loong Lee wouldn't be able to hear him, "Do you know, many people will beg me for mercy the first time, and then they will lick the soles of my shoes to give them a chance to live? Haha, did you know, no one will be able to stand up after falling down. You're the first one who can stand up, and I was hoping that you would be able to give me a surprise.    

    

Then, he patted Loong Lee's head.    

    

"Pah!" Loong Lee, whose entire body had lost its center of gravity, collapsed on the ground. Only his head was standing upright by Murong Jiesha and he spat like Murong Jiesha.    

    

"Bah! You! Hehe! Do you know that your palms are too light and your fists are too weak? Those who can't stand up are most likely those who have fought in kindergartens or in nursing homes. Hehe!"    

    

Murong Jiesha stared at Loong Lee with his eyes wide open, "You talk so shamelessly. You are already in such a sorry state, yet you still dare to say such suicidal words. Since you want to die, I will grant your wish and send you to the heavens."    

    

In fact, Murong Jiesha did not even think about killing Loong Lee, his only goal was to snatch the Shang Wu Manor from the Long family's hands. At this time, an old man whose appearance was unknown said: "Stop killing, have you forgotten our proper business?"    

    

When Murong Jiesha heard that, he raised his elbow that was ready to kill Loong Lee and slowly lowered it.    

    

Look at your fellow apprentices below the stage, haha, but one of them is my opponent in one move, don't worry, I will not let you die a simple death like this, I will slowly torture you, and let your fellow apprentices below the stage see how the young master of the Shang Wu Manor, the number one of the dojo, was slowly tormented by me. Murong Jiesha said arrogantly.    

    

At this moment, the crowd below the stage wished they could eat Murong Jiesha's flesh and drink Murong Jiesha's blood. A few young martial artists were already ready to rush up the stage.    

    

"Everyone don't move, have you forgotten the word 'fighting' on Shang Wu Manor, have you forgotten the martial spirit of martial artists, have you forgotten Master's usual teachings for us? Don't worry about what Murong Jiesha says or do, just remember what happened today." Everyone don't move, have you forgotten the word 'fighting' on Shang Wu Manor, have you forgotten the martial spirit of martial arts.