Chapter 4515: This little concubine is so arrogant (154)
Chapter 4515 This little concubine is so arrogant (154)
【However, her mother, Mrs. Lin, gave her the holy medicine of the clan, and relieved you of the poison that you put on her. 】
444 gloated with misfortune, and then it was a pity.
could have seen a bald head.
Su Qiao lifted up the veil and bit the orange petal that Ye Shaoxuan had fed to her mouth.
"It doesn't matter, she has already absorbed the medicine anyway."
It seems that today will be more lively than yesterday.
She even arranged a big show for the woman Lin Hanyan today.
444 nodded, in fact, this is already very miserable.
Because of the baldness of one piece on the east and one piece on the west, Lin Hanyan's face was directly broken.
It is estimated that if you show your true colors, you will scare a lot of people.
Su Qiao arranged the big show, originally in the afternoon, at the last moment of the fight for the leader, but some people seem to be unable to wait.
An empty sedan chair suddenly flew over everyone's head.
The men and women carrying the sedan chair all wear black robes with red mandala, and the long hem is flying in the air with the red yarn around the sedan chair.
The scene also looks very cool and cool.
The posture of a proper villain!
It's a pity, it's just empty shelf.
444 scanned it, and curled his mouth in disdain.
The one to die is here.
【Host, the person you are waiting for has really come. 】
Without 444 reminding, Su Qiao knew that the person she was waiting for was coming.
Because she has seen Xu Changsong, who is more than half a hundred years old and still looking young through the gaps in the dancing red yarn, and Hong Luan in a fiery red **** dress.
This saves her an extra trip.
"I am a member of the demon sect."
How dare people from the Demon Cult come here?
As soon as everyone saw this appearance, they all drew their swords and stared at the incoming person vigilantly.
The sedan chair stopped directly on a certain ring, and then a man and a woman flew out of the sedan chair.
"It's really lively here today. This leader is a person who likes lively. I don't know if I can join in the fun too?"
Xu Changsong is a rough-looking man with a beard. He is about forty years old, but he should be fifty.
It’s just that, I don’t know if he is properly maintained, or if he has practiced some martial arts, he appears to be much younger than his actual age.
At this time, he stood with his hands behind his back, a leisurely but arrogant pair standing on the ring, looking at the heads of the big sects on the high platform.
The people of the eight major sects all stood up, looked at them coldly, thinking about the purpose of their coming, no one had any connection.
"Ha ha……"
Silver bell-like voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears, and Hong Luan in a **** red gauze skirt twisted and walked to him.
"Master, depending on what you said, it's not a big deal here. They can come, why can't we come?"
Xu Changsong smiled and stroked his beard, and said arrogantly: "Hong Luan is right, where can I go?"
"The position of the leader of the martial arts league can be obtained by those who have the ability. I think this leader should also have this qualification, right?"
The people in the martial arts hated the people of the demon sect. Now seeing them so arrogant, they all drew out their swords.
"The people of the demon sect, get out. This is a martial arts conference that only people in the martial arts can participate in. How can you, such as licentious people, come to participate?"
"Yes, get out of Lao Tzu, or the sword in Lao Tzu's hand will not be polite."
"How are you being welcome?" Hong Luan waved his hand, and two butterfly-shaped flying knives shot past.
"Stop!"
Seeing that she was about to do something, the Lord Yebao and others hurriedly stopped, but unfortunately, they were too far away.
Everyone saw a flash of cold light before them, and the two fell to the ground, with a blood hole in their necks.
Hong Luan raised her hand, the butterfly-shaped flying knife flew back into her hand, and slammed the blood from the knife with a look of disdain: "Trash, dare to yell at our leader, and don't look at what you are."
(End of this chapter)
