Chapter 384: Unpleasant

Chapter 384: Unpleasant

If Luo Feng was his grandson, Jiang Tianya would have slapped him without hesitation. You know that others are holding a hero meeting to attack you in the name of stealing martial arts from other sects, but you are still secretly making gestures in public, risking the world's disapproval. Isn't this like lighting a lamp in a toilet, looking for shit?

But Luo Feng is not his grandson, but his uncle.

Jiang Tianya had no choice but to remain silent.

Luo Feng was really interested in the Yihua Qiankun Palm of the Xiaoyao Sect. It was far more profound than the Xingyi Seven Fists, but it seemed that Sun Miao did not have a specific grasp of the Yihua Qiankun Palm.

Luo Feng looked at the battle in front of him and made gestures again for a while. His palm suddenly paused and his brows furrowed. He always felt that the Yihua Qiankun Palm used by Sun Miao was a little different from that of the little loli. The little loli was not as strong as Sun Miao, but the mystery of the Yihua Qiankun Palm used by her was higher than that of Sun Miao.

Huh, huh, huh.

The palm shadows slapped everywhere.

In the eyes of everyone, the judge was in danger and was just struggling to hold on.

Even Sun Miao thought so.

"You don't need your boss to take action to deal with me?" Sun Miao chased him and said with a grin, "Ignorant thing, but at least let me see what qualifications you have to deal with me?" Sun Miao's eyes were full of ridicule and disdain.

The judge glanced at Sun Miao indifferently, and his feet slid to the side in an instant, avoiding Sun Miao's attack again.

Luo Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Master, this may not be a solution." Jiang Tianya frowned and whispered.

"Why is it not a solution?" Luo Feng smiled, "He can't deal with my brother."

Luo Feng and the judge knew each other too well.

Luo Feng's ability to learn the opponent's moves before the battle was no secret among the core members of the Hell Team. Moreover, in many things, they would take the initiative to fight with each other, letting the boss watch from the side, and the boss would go back to instruct them after learning what he had learned, and every time they benefited a lot.

This time, the judge was also very "sensible".

Only Luo Feng understood what the judge meant.

Jiang Tianya frowned tightly, "This, Sun Miao has an absolute upper hand now."

"Maybe not." Luo Feng smiled and suddenly waved his hand, "Judge, do it."

The judge has been in a state of dodging and defense.

What he was waiting for was Luo Feng's words.

Hearing this, the judge's figure suddenly jumped back and suddenly let out a long roar.

"Turtle grandson, let's see how your grandfather will deal with you."

"Humph." Sun Miao snorted coldly, his eyes bursting with anger, and his figure rushed forward violently.

A single palm was like a knife, carrying a sharp breath, and chopped down fiercely.

Swish!

A silver light flashed out in an instant.

The silver light was dazzling.

Sun Miao's eyes almost subconsciously narrowed, and in an instant, a feeling of extreme danger surged into his heart, and this feeling was approaching rapidly, as if it would swallow him up at any time.

In an instant, he shouted loudly, and Sun Miao's figure quickly retreated...

Facts have proved that his choice is also wise.

A silver iron pen, emitting cold air, shot straight out.

If he hadn't dodged in time, this silver iron pen would have hit his hand hard.

"Silver hook iron pen point judge."

Luo Feng smiled gently, "Little official, let me see, have you improved or regressed in the past year."

The two figures confronted each other.

The judge smiled and said to Sun Miao, "I'm sorry, in order to prove it to my boss, I have to abuse you."

"You are so shameless." Sun Miao disdainfully, "You dare to deal with me, Sun Miao, with a rotten pen?"

"Watch this."

The judge shouted loudly, and Sun Miao became alert in an instant, staring at the silver iron pen in the judge's hand.

From the moment the stylus appeared, Sun Miao noticed the extraordinary nature of this silver stylus. The low sound it made when it hit the air made Sun Miao feel that this silver stylus seemed quite heavy, but in the hands of the judge, it was like nothing.

At this moment, Sun Miao no longer underestimated the judge.

His eyes were alert.

However, he waited for a moment.

The judge's "watch this" had been a long time since he said it, but his figure had not moved.

After a while, Sun Miao looked at the judge impatiently.

"Why are you looking at me?" The judge said unhappily, "Shouldn't you answer? Okay, I'll take it."

"..." Sun Miao's eyes flashed with anger, and he saw a hint of teasing in the judge's eyes.

With a roar of rage, Sun Miao rushed up in one step, like a rainbow truss, and rushed straight to the judge.

He wanted to slap the judge into a meat paste with one palm.

"Oh my god, so unruly?" The judge shouted, "Don't you warriors follow the rules of the martial arts world? You must be a scum among the warriors."

It happened in a split second.

Although the judge was shouting, his hands did not move at all.

As fast as lightning, he struck away in the blink of an eye.

He met Sun Miao's attack head-on.

At this moment, the judge also opened fire at full power.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The silver iron pen seemed to write the word "war", and the murderous aura in the sky instantly invaded.

Like a battlefield thousands of miles long, with swords, spears, and clubs everywhere.

The unique skill of the Judge's Pen...

The Art of War!

Domineering, fierce, and powerful.

Boom, boom, boom!

The wild force of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves instantly made Sun Miao feel a breath of oppression.

This was an absolutely pure physical force, without any trace of internal force, but this force was equally terrifying.

Tyrannical.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After three moves, Sun Miao's body was repelled for a distance.

The tip of the silver iron pen hit his arm hard, and half of Sun Miao's arm was numb in an instant. He couldn't help but snorted, and when he looked up, he looked at the Judge in horror, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

He was the eldest disciple under the seat of Elder Fu Jingheng of the Xiaoyao Sect, but he was actually repelled by a country bumpkin who came out of nowhere with his brute force.

"Impossible." Sun Miao suddenly gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with a ferocious look, and his firepower suddenly rose. He tried his best and raised a gust of wind all over the sky, covering and crushing him in an instant, determined to really decide who was better with the judge.

The judge laughed three times.

The figure did not retreat but advanced.

The silver iron pen in his hand swished three marks.

"Let's fight to your heart's content."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two sides burst into a huge sound like Mars hitting the earth.

The sound of vibration resounded.

Huh...

Sun Miao's body was shaken away for a distance, and he fell to the ground with a thud. His figure was embarrassed and almost couldn't stand.

When he raised his eyes, a trace of blood had already overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"It's not fun." The judge paused, looked at Sun Miao, and shook his head with a sigh.