Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The old disciple looked at Zhang Yifeng condescendingly and said calmly: "Thank you, no need. I am so kind-hearted. Come on, kneel and walk past me."

"Wait, what about the other two requests? I want to hear the other two requests."

Zhang Yifeng wanted to know how the old disciples bullied the new disciples without any bottom line.

"Since you want to know in advance, let us discuss it before telling you."

The old disciples began to talk among themselves. They were discussing how they could make demands that would embarrass the new disciples.

After a while, the disciple spoke again: "After our discussion, the second request is to accept the baptism of saliva from each of us."

"Saliva baptism? Just spitting? You... you are so disgusting." When Su Rou heard this, her whole body became numb.

"What's the third request?"

Zhang Yifeng's tone became calmer, but there was a feeling that a storm was coming and the building was full of wind.

"As for your third request, just let me beat you up. I won't embarrass you."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the old disciple with a strange smile on his face: "Don't make things difficult for me? Very good. Senior brothers, I have one more question."

"You're a newcomer, why do you have so many questions? Tell me if you have any more questions. Kneel down quickly and let us baptize your body with saliva." Some of the old disciples began to become impatient.

Zhang Yifeng pointed at Su Rou and said, "Are the three requests you just made just for me, or are they just for me, or if I fulfill your requests, she can also get the hall service."

"Nonsense, of course it's just for you. As for this junior sister's request, we will raise it again, such as asking us to 'beat' lightly and not to fight back." A group of old disciples looked at Su with bright eyes. Rou, in the end, their eyes rested on Su Rou's well-developed mountain peak. Although this mountain peak was not big, it was very tall and straight. It should be very flexible.

Hey hey hey, just thinking about it, the eyes of a group of old disciples lit up. Perhaps this is what Su Rou often said, that men are all perverts.

After hearing what the old disciple said, Su Rou was a little angry. She naturally knew what the so-called gentle beating meant. Isn't it just taking advantage of others?

"You...are you going too far!"

"Too much? Of course, if you think it's too much, there are no other options." The old disciple said jokingly.

"Is there any other choice? What is it?" Zhang Yifeng asked.

"beat!"

The old disciple only said one word, fight.

"beat?!"

Zhang Yifeng's eyes instantly released a ray of light.

The voice of the old disciple continued: "Yes, fight. If you think the request is too much, you don't have to accept it, but you have to use your fists to show us that you are qualified to refuse any of our demands."

Zhang Yifeng grinned: "I understand what you mean. Old disciples can make demands. If new disciples are dissatisfied, they will fight with the person who made the demands! Either they will be ridiculed or abused after failure; or they will counterattack. .is that so?"

"You're not stupid. If you think you can beat me and challenge me, then you don't have to give in to my bullshit demands."

The smile on Zhang Yifeng's lips became more and more bloodthirsty: "I understand. Then senior brother, let's start the fight!"

"Let's fight!"

Zhang Yifeng's voice kept echoing in the yard, surprising everyone.

"What did you say?" The leading old disciple did not react for a moment. He never thought that Zhang Yifeng would choose to fight.

"I said - hit! What, are you scared?"

Zhang Yifeng's eyes turned cold and he spoke calmly.

Zhang Yifeng, who has been practicing until now, has never given in. He will not agree to even one request, let alone three requests. If he surrenders to the old disciple today and retreats, there will be a second time for everything. Once he surrenders, he surrenders again and again. He loses once and loses again and again!

When the time comes, he will not be defeated by others, but by himself.

Unfortunately, the word "retreat" does not exist in Zhang Yifeng's dictionary.

"Afraid? He said I was afraid?" This old disciple felt angry and funny.

The rest of the people were also laughing from ear to ear, and said one after another: "Is there something wrong with this kid? He actually yelled at Brother Zhang Daquan, who is at the ninth level of the Bigu Stage."

"Today's newcomers are really getting more and more arrogant. How can a newcomer be so arrogant? It's simply arrogant!"

Zhang Yifeng was too lazy to laugh at the ridicule of these people. He looked at Zhang Daquan calmly and said, "As long as you are not afraid, I thought you were afraid."

Zhang Daquan's smile faded, and his face turned cold instantly: "Boy, even if I'm afraid, I'm still afraid that someone will accidentally beat you into a cripple. Since you don't want the face given to you, don't blame your senior brother for not teaching brotherly love. Don't cry later. Father calls mother."

Zhang Yifeng sneered and said: "If asking the other party to kneel and walk over is a lecturer's brotherly affection, then if I ask you to kneel down for me, does it count as the affection given to you by my junior brother?"

Then if I ask you to kneel down for me, does it count as the affection shown to you by your junior brother?

Zhang Yifeng's voice kept floating around, and all the old disciples present became angry at that time.

Zhang Daquan even shouted loudly.

"Boy, since you are asking for trouble, you can't blame me. Today I have to let you know what it means to respect your brother!"

The sound fell, and the momentum of the ninth level of the Bigu Stage was instantly released.

At that moment, Zhang Yifeng felt that his body was several times heavier. Zhang Daquan's aura made him feel a little uncomfortable, but how could he be frightened by the opponent's aura.

"I will also let you know what it means to humiliate others."

With a low roar, Zhang Yifeng's body released a faint spiritual light. It could be said that his body was glowing, and his momentum was overwhelming, like a king among men.

"There's a good show! Everyone disperse and make way for Senior Brother Zhang Daquan. Let this new bird know that the newcomer will only be beaten passively."

"Yes, how strong can the newbie be? The strongest one in our last class was only at the eighth level of the inedia stage. Let's let senior brother teach this new bird a lesson."

The old disciples left the courtyard immediately to make room for Zhang Yifeng and Zhang Daquan.

"Boy, if you have the guts, let me see if you can withstand my punch."

Zhang Daquan gave a cold shout, swarmed all his spiritual energy into his right fist, and punched Zhang Yifeng. Before the fist could reach him, the strong wind around him turned into wind dragons and roared towards Zhang Yifeng.

"Withstand your punch? I don't know where you got your confidence from. It's just rubbish."

Zhang Yifeng snorted coldly, raised his arm and punched Zhang Daquan without using any martial arts.

"Is this new bird looking for death? How dare he confront Senior Brother Daquan head-on."

"It's broken. This kid's hand must be broken."

"This kid is arrogant and deserves to have his hand broken."

When the old disciples saw that Zhang Yifeng did not hide away, but faced him head-on, a joking smile appeared on their lips. In their opinion, Zhang Yifeng's behavior was seeking death.

But as soon as their smiles appeared at the corners of their mouths, they froze.