Two big male dogs!?”

It has to be said that Wuming's description of Jiao Da and Song Feng went straight to the sky. People can't figure out how Wuming came up with such adjectives. There is really no one else.

Moreover, Wuming also scolded Jiao Da and Song Feng. It took the two of them a while to realize that Wuming was scolding them.

"Wu Ming, you are a Hongchen Sanxian, but you insulted us like this. You are so embarrassing to the Hongchen Sanxian." Jiao Da's face turned green with anger.

"Face is something you earn by yourself, not given by others. As a monk at the pinnacle of humanity, don't you feel ashamed that you came to the door of our Immortal Universe and cursed like this today?"

I, you are not afraid of making trouble in the world!" Wuming sneered.

"You are a dog and I already think highly of you. Believe it or not, if you bark one more time, I will kill you!" Wuming said with a fierce look on his face.

"Wu Ming, you need to be arrogant. If you are a man, come down and fight me. See if I can't destroy you. You are hiding like a turtle. What kind of man are you?" Before Jiao Da could speak, Song Feng shouted loudly.

Got up.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to not believe that Wuming dared to attack him. He was shouting fiercely and very arrogantly.

"I have never seen such an arrogant person. Since you insist so much, then I will satisfy you!" Wuming looked at Song Feng as if he were a dead person. Before the other party could react, Wuming had already taken a step forward.

He jumped out and jumped directly from the city wall as high as a mountain.

Accompanied by the whistling wind, Wuming's body fell rapidly, like a meteor that quickly crossed the sky, and soon came to the bottom of the Immortal Great Wall, in front of Jiao Da and Song Feng.

"Don't you want to fight me? Why, are you scared?" Wuming looked at Song Feng with a mocking look on his face.

"Damn it, this Wuming didn't play according to the routine, how could he really come down?" Song Feng looked at Wuming with a face full of embarrassment, never expecting that Wuming would come down so happily.

"Weren't you quite capable just now? Why are you so timid now?" Wuming folded his arms and looked at Song Feng calmly, his face full of teasing.

For people like Song Feng who forcefully pretend to be cool, Wuming doesn't mind slapping him in the face at all. Some people, if you don't slap them a few times, they will never know how cruel this world is.

Obviously, Wuming deliberately satisfied Song Feng this time in order to let him experience the cruelty of this world and the drama of life.

"Hmph, you're just scared. I'm just thinking about how to kill you, a turtle bastard." Song Feng stiffened his neck and said harshly.

"Pa bang bang..."

"You are so courageous. I admire your courage. I wonder if you have thought about it now, but I am going to take action." Wuming moved his body, and a dangerous light began to emit from the depths of his eyes, like a lion about to prey.

Same.

Even when a lion fights a rabbit, he uses all his strength. Even when facing Song Feng, a person whose cultivation level is one level below him, Wuming was not prepared to leave any remaining strength when he was about to take action.

In Wuming's eyes, using words to despise and attack the opponent is his strategic thinking, but once he takes action, he must use all his strength, otherwise, the boat will capsize in the gutter.

It's very miserable.

Many heroes in the past and present have fallen into the hands of little people. To put it bluntly, isn't it because they were too confident?

From Wuming's point of view, having confidence is a good thing, but when it's time to take action, you should take action with thunder, and when it's time to use your full strength, you can't hide your clumsiness. Who knows what cards the other party has, in case the opponent catches them

When you get an opportunity, just use a big move. Isn't that just making fun of your own life?

"Are you really going to take action?" Song Feng looked at Wuming warily, and the words he spoke subconsciously revealed his true feelings.

After hearing this, people in the technological universe all felt hot-skinned and embarrassed. They didn't dare to take action. What did you do so hard just now? You're a pretentious person.

Forcibly pretending is the most deadly!

"Nonsense, I'm here. If I don't kill you, where will I lose my face?" Wuming glared and said, but he didn't expect Song Feng to be so weird. Is this big brother here to make fun of you today?

But no matter what he thought in his heart, Wuming still took action. He moved like thunder and took off and landed, and moved like a blazing fire. His body disappeared in an instant. When people found it, he had already arrived in front of Song Feng. The two faced each other, but they were not even close.

Half a meter.

"Crack!"

The crisp slap made everyone subconsciously cover their left cheeks. Wuming's right hand flashed quickly and was printed directly on Song Feng's left cheek.

Wuming showed no mercy at all with this slap. With one slap, even a mountain could be broken down.

Song Feng's body was abandoned high, and then drew a parabola and fell in the distance. There was a clear handprint on his face, red with purple, purple with green, and it immediately swelled up.

Moreover, people could clearly see that when Song Feng was in mid-air, a series of blood spurts came out of his mouth, mixed with dots of pale white. Those were his teeth, all of which were wiped out by Wuming in one slap. 1587

There is no doubt that Wuming's slap was extremely targeted. It hit Song Feng's face, but it also hit everyone in the technological universe. Sometimes the mental pain is far from the physical pain.

Comparatively.

Just like now, Song Feng's ears were buzzing and his head was buzzing. As for the left side of his face, it was on fire, as if it was being roasted by fire. The pain he felt did not seem to be that intense.

, but this is just his feeling.

For everyone in the technological universe, this slap hurt them so much that they all felt as if they had been slapped by a nameless person, and the mental trauma they suffered was huge.

Don't slap people in the face when you hit them, don't expose their shortcomings when you scold them!

But Wuming didn't care about this. Aren't you, Song Feng, a great pretender? Then I'll slap you in the face and slap you hard to see if you can stop pretending.

Furthermore, being slapped is also extremely humiliating. Although it may not kill you, it can bring great humiliation to people. This kind of humiliation is the most unbearable.

Not to mention, this was still between monks. The monks valued face the most, but Wuming slapped the other party, and the other party was a powerful monk who was at the pinnacle of human nature and stood at the pinnacle of the human world.

"This Song Feng is really a man who can't resist rape.

Get fucked!" On the Immortal Great Wall, Nangong Zhehua said something rude but not rude, which made people smile.

This description is different from the previous description of Jiao Da and Song Feng by Wuming. Even if they really think so, they can't say it so directly. After all, everyone is a decent person, a decent person.

Be decent and do decent things.

"Wu Ming..." Song Feng shook his somewhat confused head vigorously and said with fire in his eyes, "You actually hit me in the face. My father has never hit me, but you dare to hit me in the face."

Song Feng was furious and couldn't believe it. He really didn't expect Wuming's methods to be so 'sharp'. This was so shameless and despicable.

"Hey, you still have a father. I heard you scold you so unpleasantly before. I thought you jumped out of the cracks in the rocks. But now it seems that your father didn't educate you well. Today, let your wild father, be good.

I will educate you." As he said that, Wuming rushed over, not forgetting to take advantage.

"Bang!"

Seeing Wuming charging towards him again, Song Feng tried his best to dodge, but his cultivation level was not as good as Wuming's. In addition, Wuming's speed was really fast, even faster than the mortal monks of the same realm.

Although Song Feng had used all his strength to dodge, Wuming still caught up with him in the end. He subconsciously covered the right side of his face, fearing that the intact half of his face would come into close contact with Wuming's palm again.

But he was worried too much. This time, Wuming didn't plan to hit him in the face at all. Instead, he kicked out violently like a dragon or a snake, with a forceful sound of wind and thunder, and kicked Song Feng directly.

On the butt.

A dull sound came, and the instep of Wuming's feet, or to be precise, came into close contact with Song Feng's tail bone. His whole body seemed to have been shocked by electricity, and he suddenly jumped out.

During this process, people seemed to hear the sound of Song Feng's tail bone breaking. The sound was very clear and crisp, and it sounded like broken porcelain.

"It doesn't matter if you are thick-skinned, your butt is so rough." Wuming shook his hand, and then moved his right foot. It seemed that his hands and feet were injured when he slapped Song Feng and kicked Song Feng's butt.

As if.

Song Feng was so distraught that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. First, he was yelled at, and then kicked in the butt. Moreover, the other party continued to take advantage of him and ridiculed him with words and actions. This made him feel uncomfortable now.

I want to close my eyes and stare, stretch my legs, and breathe out without resting in peace.

It's just that it's difficult for him to die now. The swollen left side of his face is beginning to hurt, making him feel as if he has lost the left side of his face and even the left half of his head.

But that's not all, his tail bone was also broken, and the pain radiating from his butt made it difficult for him to move even slightly.

However, the pain in his upper face was easily resolved. As he continued to improve his cultivation, the pain in his left face and butt gradually began to subside. Even the swelling in his left face and the fractured tailbone were recovering quickly.

What made Song Feng uncomfortable was the mental humiliation. Wuming took action twice. The first time he gave him a big mouth, and the second time he kicked him in the butt. The shame this brought him was worse than

He encountered more humiliation in the first half of his life, and even if he poured out all the rivers, lakes and seas in the two heavenly universes, this shame would be difficult to wash away.
Chapter completed!