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Chapter 892
Seeing Zhi Weilong's fist, Chu Tian didn't pay too much attention to it. Now he is more concerned about another problem:
"You just said he was a saint?"

Hearing Chu Tian's words, Zhi Weilong laughed, and then ignored St. Peter's dark face like the bottom of a pot:
"Let me introduce you, the one in front of you is St. Peter, one of the three saints in the court, and I am Master Zhiweilong, one of the three saints in hell!"

When Zhi Weilong was speaking, Chu Tian had already squeezed his fist into his hand with a black face:

"Were you lying to me just now?"

"what?"

Seeing Zhi Weilong with a puzzled face, the corners of Chu Tian's mouth twitched:
"You two are really saints? Are the saints in your gods and hell lower in quality than the saints in heaven?"

……

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Even with the thick lines of Zhiweilong, the contempt in Chutian's tone can be heard:

"Boy, do you know that you are insulting a saint?"

Even St. Peter, who had a swollen face, looked angry:
"If it weren't for this damn formation that limits our strength, I can turn you into ashes with just one little finger!"

The corner of Chu Tian's mouth raised:

"So, the two of you can't fully display your current strength?"

"Correct!"

Seeing that Chu Tian finally understood the situation of the two of them, Zhi Weilong and St. Peter were relieved, and then nodded in unison, and St. Peter was even more proud:

"Boy, if you kneel down and kowtow to me now and lead us out of this formation, I will forgive your previous disrespect and accept you as an apprentice!"

St. Peter has already figured it out, as soon as he leaves the formation, he will directly turn this nasty boy into ashes!
"Snapped!"

St. Peter who had just finished speaking was directly slapped on the face by Chu Tian. Before St. Peter could react, Chu Tian had already slapped Zhi Weilong on the face next to him:
"This is a saint. If you don't fight now, you will have no chance in the future!"

"Snapped!"

While speaking, Chu Tian slapped Zhi Weilong on the face again.

"Boy, I advise you to think clearly..."

"Snapped!"

Just halfway through Zhi Weilong's words, he felt a pain in his face, and the fat boy next to him looked at his slap with excitement.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Scholars can be killed, but not..."

"Snapped!"

Looking at Zhi Weilong with a persistent face, Chu Tian curled his lips in disdain:
"Are you also a scholar?"

"I'm a saint..."

"Snapped!"

"What's wrong with the saint, the saint can't be slapped? You have to go out of the crowd and go back to the crowd. Even if you are a saint, you can't engage in privileges!"

……

Every time Chu Tian slaps, he can tell a fallacy, but Zhi Weilong has a bitter face. Whose family will get slapped every day?

In just a few minutes, Zhi Weilong's face has completely surpassed St. Peter's. If St. Peter is only a little swollen, then Zhi Weilong has completely turned into a ball!
"I give in, I surrender, don't fight!"

Just when Chu Tian slapped his hands again, Zhi Weilong gave up without hesitation, lying on the ground and covering his face with both hands:

"Boss, from today onwards you are my boss, stop beating me, I can't take it anymore!"

Chu Tian was surprised to find that Zhi Weilong, who was still awesome before, now had tears and snot all over his face, looking extremely sad.

(End of this chapter)