Ren Kuang was speechless.

Why did this gorilla focus on me?

The others laughed happily.

Although Feng Xiangjiang seems unfathomable, after all, he only has the second level of Soul Condensation cultivation.

Under the same level, no one can break through Yuan Jingang's defense.

This Yuan Jingang was clearly under Zheng Shi's instructions to humiliate Ren Kuang.

Ren Kuang stood up with a wicked smile.

"Gorilla, are you sure?"

Yuan Jingang was furious: "My surname is Yuan. I am not an ape, let alone a gorilla."

Ren Kuangdao: "It's all the same. I think your IQ is not much different from that of a gorilla."

Yuan Jingang said angrily: "Good guy, this is the first time I've seen someone dare to scold me in person. If you have the guts, come up here. I'll just break your limbs, I won't kill you."

Ren Kuang laughed loudly: "Okay, I promise you, I will only break your limbs."

Zheng Shidao: "Elder Feng, we are all a family, and discussion is the main thing. Don't worry, Yuan Jinjiang will not kill you."

Ren Kuang ignored him.

He strode onto the stage.

Looking at the two-meter tall man, he showed a meaningful smile.

Yuan Jingang slapped his chest: "Little skinny man, come on, grandpa will stand here and let you beat him. If you shout it hurts, you are my grandpa."

Ren Kuang smiled and said: "Really? I'm afraid you will cry for your father and mother for your mother."

Yuan Jingang was furious: "You look down on people? I, Yuan Jingang, am a man of indomitable spirit, how can I cry?"

"Come on, come on, hurry up and beat me up."

Ren Kuang couldn't laugh or cry: "This is the first time I have encountered such a request."

"Okay, since you want to be beaten, then I will grant it to you."

He chuckled sinisterly, whipped out the painting tube, and rushed forward.

I'll beat you to death, you gorilla.

He yelled and struck without mercy.

The etheric energy and internal force were injected into the painting tube at the same time, and it hit the painting head and face.

Everyone showed a gloating smile.

Yang Dechuan's previous punch was much more powerful than this.

Yuan Jingang was even more indifferent.

He didn't prepare to dodge, and even stretched out his head to meet the iron rod.

Bang bang bang!

As the raindrops of attacks fell, earth-shattering screams also rang out.

"Oh my god, it hurts so much. It hurts me so much."

Yuan Jingang was slapped in the face for a second and screamed.

Everyone was stunned.

Yuan Jingang actually ran away with his head in his arms.

He held his head in his hands, looking like a street gangster being beaten.

Ren Kuang follows him like a shadow.

The short stick kept swinging.

Bang bang bang!

The dull sounds gave people an unreal illusion.

It seemed like an angry father was beating his child.

The child had no choice but to cry and beg for mercy and run away with his head in his arms.

Zheng Shuang was so surprised that he clapped hard.

He didn't expect that the hardest bone to crack would become so easy in front of Ren Kuang.

This funny scene also made Zheng Haichao and others laugh.

The contrast is too great.

"Stop fighting, grandpa, I admit defeat."

Yuan Jingang ran for several times and found that no matter how hard he tried to dodge, he could not avoid being hit by the iron rod, and he collapsed immediately.

The iron rod is indeed not very powerful.

But the strange thing is that the energy passed through his defense layer and acted directly inside his body.

Who can withstand this?

His indestructible body has not been developed to the level of internal organs and cells.

What's even more outrageous is that this thing exploded in the body, like being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. The pain was simply indescribable.

Ignore defense and explode directly?

This completely subverted Yuan Jingang's cognition.

You can't hide but you can't avoid it, you can't block it yet.

At this moment, he suffered the most horrific beating in his life.

Ren Kuang chuckled and said, "My dear grandson, it's so boring to give up so quickly. This is just an appetizer."

He didn't stop at all.

This is a good opportunity to find out the secret of the painting tube. How can we give up so easily?

Yuan Jingang shouted: "Mr. Zheng, help me, I give up!"

He cried bitterly and looked extremely miserable.

Zheng Haichao was also shocked.

"Elder Feng, please show mercy."

He spoke.

Ren Kuang stopped immediately.

This bit of face still needs to be given.

He put the short stick back into his waist and resumed his lazy look.

"For the sake of the old man's face, I will spare you this time."

Yuan Jingang curled up on the ground, holding his head in his hands, with tears streaming down his face.

It's not that he really wants to cry.

It's the kind of sourness that causes the body's instinctive reaction.

Everyone had strange expressions on their faces and swallowed in disbelief.

It made Yuan Jingang cry. This Nether Demon Lord was too terrifying.

Zheng Haichao's eyes fell on the painting tube and he paused slightly.

But he didn't ask.

Any fool knows the problem is weapons.

But warriors all have their own secrets.

Many secrets cannot be told to anyone else.

In order to keep secrets, villages and tribes can be massacred.

People like Zheng Haichao certainly know the rules of the world and would not make such stupid mistakes.

With such a talent participating in the trial on behalf of the Zheng family, the chance of winning will be greatly enhanced.

"Thank you, Elder Feng, for your understanding."

Zheng Haichao clasped his fists to show respect.

Invisibly, everyone's attitude towards Ren Kuang has changed.

The light in the Heart-Eating Demon's eyes became even hotter.

He longed for Ren Kuang's heart even more.
To be continued...