Princess Against the World

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

When everyone heard that they were about to punch Xiaobai's face, one after another excitedly geared their hands, and in the blink of an eye they gave up a circle about twenty meters in diameter.

Cheng Gang made a punch and posed, "How do you want to fight?"

"Ben Shao is fair, you hurt me, even if you win! How?"

Ling Luoyu stood elegantly, the breeze blew, the blue silk slanted, and the clothes fluttered gracefully, where there was the kind of cynical, lazy appearance of eating and waiting to die.

Although Chenggang was frightened, he disagreed.

mock up!

No matter how rare a snake grows, it cannot become a dragon.

Waste is waste after all, not to be feared.

Amid the roar of the tiger, the profound energy of the nine-fold Xuan Ling shot, crashing into Ling Luoyu.

Tieshidan slapped his tongue with pain and turned his head away.

The first level of the profound emperor's cultivation base was crushed into **** by Ling Luoyu, you, the ninth level of the profound spirit, what else do you have to worry about? !

"boom!"

Ling Luoyu burst out of profound energy, and he insisted on using the eight-fold cultivation base of the profound spirit to welcome the nine-fold profound spirit.

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

Isn't she a waste of no profound energy cultivation base? !

Being puzzled in his mind, the two mysterious spirits collided, Cheng Gang went backwards three steps in embarrassment, and his eyes widened in horror.

They were all his own children, Ling Luoyu didn't kill him, so he stopped.

Her lips were lightly picked, and she held her head up.

"Chenggang, do you want to try again?"

Cheng Gang slowly shook his head with strange eyes.

What else to try!

At that touch just now, he already felt the surging power bursting out of Ling Luoyu.

That power is definitely more than the eight-fold cultivation base of Xuan Ling.

I'm afraid that if he fights to the death, he won't hurt Ling Luoyu a bit.

He is still a little self-aware!

Yuwen Dongxu's eyes were displeased, and this Chenggang was hopeless.

It was repelled by a profound spirit eighth, but it didn't even mean to win a round.

Looking up, he gestured to a thin, small man with his head sideways.

"Yu Wenbin, you come!"

Yu Wenbin is his younger brother, Xuanba's triple cultivation base, and the highest soldier of the Ling family.

He was the only one who could give Ling Luoyu off her feet in one fell swoop, so that she could understand what a pustule is.

Yu Wenbin's face was expressionless, he stepped out, and the profound energy on his body burst out instantly.

Ling Luoyu scorned her lips: "Xuanba Triple?"

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

"Yu Wenbin, Ben Shao's game is still effective... You hurt me, or I moved my hand... You win!"

Yuwen Dongxu narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled mockingly.

It's just that he won a nine-layer profound spirit, just like that, I don't know how high the sky is.

In the face of Xuanba Triple, she even dared to speak up.

I really don't know whether to say that she is a seduce, who doesn't know who she is, or whether to say that she is arrogant and arrogant!

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

Suddenly moving, he pressed Ling Luoyu with the power of the profound tyrant's triple.

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

Presumably because of her identity, he did not dare to give it a go.

Ling Luoyu raised his lips with a sharp curl.

"Xuanba Sanzhong? It's nothing more than that! There is so much face that he is not a pustule!"

Her sarcasm is like an awl piercing Yu Wenbin's heart.

They are all **** warriors who kill the enemy, so why should they be ridiculed by a waste master who is waiting to die.

Starting from the heart, Yu Wenbin's Xuanba Triple, hit with all his strength.