Princess Against the World

"Okay! Since the third young master is so sincere! Then I will play with the third young master in Chenggang!"

When everyone heard that they were going to beat Xiaobai face, they were all excited, and in the blink of an eye, they gave up a circle about 20 meters in diameter.

Cheng Gang decided to punch and put on a good posture: "How do you want to hit the third young master?"

"This young master is fair, you hurt me, even if you win! How?"

Ling Luoyu stood gracefully, the breeze was blowing, the blue silk was slanted, and the robe was flying, where is the cynical, lazy look of just waiting for death.

Although Cheng Gang was shocked, he didn't think so.

mock up!

No matter how few horns a snake grows, it will not become a dragon.

Waste is waste after all, nothing to be afraid of.

In the sound of the tiger's roar, the profound energy of the nine layers of Xuanling shot out and slammed into Ling Luoyu.

Tie Shi Dan clicked his tongue in pain and turned his head away.

The first level of Xuanhuang's cultivation has been crushed into slag by Ling Luoyu, what are you doing at the ninth level of Xuanling? !

"boom!"

Ling Luoyu's profound energy burst out, and he insisted on using the eighth level of Xuanling to meet the ninth level of Xuanling.

Yuwen Dongxu was shocked, he didn't expect Ling Luoyu to be Xuanling Bazhong.

Isn't she a waste without profound energy? !

He was puzzled in his heart, when two mysterious qi collided, Cheng Gang took three steps back in embarrassment, widening his eyes in horror.

They are all children of their own family, Ling Luoyu did not kill, just clicked.

Her lips twitched wickedly, and she held her head high.

"Chenggang, do you want to try again?"

Cheng Gang slowly shook his head with strange eyes.

What are you trying!

At the touch just now, he could already feel the surging power that Ling Luoyu burst out.

That power is definitely more than the eighth level of Xuanling's cultivation.

I'm afraid that even if he fights to the death, he won't hurt Ling Luoyu in the slightest.

Oh, he still has some self-awareness!

Yuwen Dongxu's eyes showed displeasure, and this Chenggang was also worthless.

Being repelled by a mysterious eight-layer, he didn't even mean to pull back a round.

With a glance, he gestured sideways at a small, lean man.

"Yu Wenbin, come here!"

Yu Wenbin is his younger brother, Xuanba's third-level cultivation base, and the highest-level soldier in the Ling family's army.

He is the only one who can give Ling Luoyu a blowout in one fell swoop, so that she can understand what an abscess is.

Yu Wenbin's face was expressionless, he stepped out, and the profound energy in his body burst out in an instant.

Ling Luoyu hooked his lips in disdain: "Xuanba Third Layer?"

She carried her hands on her back, mad and cold.

"Yuwenbin, this young master's game is still valid...you hurt me, or I moved...you win!"

Yuwen Dongxu narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled mockingly.

It's just that he won a ninth level of the mysterious spirit.

In the face of Xuanba Third Layer, she even dared to speak out.

I really don't know whether to say that she is so arrogant and doesn't know who she is, or whether to say that she is arrogant and does not know how to die!

Yu Wenbin was not good at words and kept his head silent, which was considered to have allowed Ling Luoyu's rules of the game.

Suddenly moving, he pressed Ling Luoyu with the power of the third level of Xuanba.

But when the profound energy burst out, Ling Luoyu felt his hesitation.

Presumably because of her identity, he didn't dare to give it a shot.

Ling Luoyu added a fire to his lips suddenly.

"Xuanba Third Layer? That's all! What a shame that he is not a pustule!"

Her sarcasm was like an awl pierced into Yu Wenbin's heart.

They are all bloody warriors, so why should they be ridiculed and ridiculed by a waste young master who eats and waits to die.

Ruthless from the heart, Yu Wenbin's Xuan Ba ​​triple, slammed into it with all his strength.