Chapter 152: Beat the little white face

Yuwen Dongxu's voice was so loud that everyone on the training ground heard the shout.

In an instant, the Ling Jiajun stopped and stood, and the sound of cursing came.

They are the men of the three handsome generals of the Ling family, but they are not her slaves, so she can't help but abuse them here.

"Who is the pustule?!"

"That's right! I don't take a **** and take pictures of my own virtues, and even dare to scold our brother!"

"Just a sissy like her, I can smash it with one punch!"

"..."

All kinds of anger kept coming, one after another.

Yuwen Dongxu did not stop either.

Because these words are exactly what he wants to scold!

But to be a good example of others, always have to be reserved and reserved! ! !

I can't scold myself, and I'm quite relieved by listening to others yelling!

Tie Shi and Xiao Ying glanced at each other, full of playfulness.

The good show begins!

Ling Luoyu's eyes were leisurely, and the folding fan lazily pointed at one of the Ling's army.

"What's your name?"

The man stepped forward, "Chenggang!"

"What did you scold Ben Shao just now?"

Cheng Gang held his head high, not only did he not feel ashamed, but on the contrary he had a kind of heroic pride.

"Return to the third young master! I didn't scold the young master, just tell the truth!"

"Okay! Then tell the truth about you, and tell Ben Shao again!"

Cheng Gang rolled his eyes and said, "I mean, since the Third Young Master scolded us as pussies, then tell us where we are. Compared to Third Young Masters, where is the pussies?!"

Compared with others, if they say that their cultivation base is low, it's just too pussies.

A waste, I am ashamed to say that they are pustules!

"Oh!"

Ling Luoyu responded calmly, changed a comfortable posture, and collapsed in the chair like a stroke.

That posture-very flat! !

"Do you mean that as long as it is less than this, it is considered a pustule?!"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Cheng Gang's mouth: "San Young Master, your level is a bit low!"

Just like this, he can be beaten in a chair with one punch, and he can't get up.

Ling Luoyu suddenly turned his head to look at Tie Shi: "Is the standard of Ben Shao Ding low?"

Tie Shi's mouth is not commented.

With a light "tsk", Ling Luoyu got up to relieve his muscles and bones.

"Since you set your goal on Ben Shao, then Ben Shao will play with you... so that you can understand where you are!"

Yuwen Dongxu stepped forward, with cold eyebrows facing each other: "Chenggang, presumptuous! The three young masters are spoiled and golden, how can you withstand a thick fist like yours? If you break a little bit of skin, be careful that the great man slaps you skin!"

Ling Luoyu Xie Ning raised her lips: "Instructor Yuwen, you don’t have to be here to act as if you are wrong! This young man understands what you mean! Doesn’t it mean that if Ben young is injured, my grandfather can’t spare you! Isn’t it true that in your heart, Da Guo Duke is the kind of right and wrong? A villain without distinction?!"

She handed the folding fan to Xiaoying, and took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve indifferently.

"Competition, death and injury are inevitable! If you can hurt me, I promise that no one will hold you accountable, and I will reward you with an earth spirit pill! It can break through the dilemma of your profound spirit!"

Cheng Gang's pupils couldn't help but shrank, and he didn't expect Ling Luoyu to know his cultivation level.

But she wandered around here for three days, and she asked, so she didn't care.

What he coveted was the Earth Spirit Pill in her hand.

He has been stuck in the dilemma of the nine-layer Xuan Ling for three years, if he can break through, any price is worth it.

What's more, he just beat up this little white-faced trash master to bleed.