"Master."

Lin Titang turned his face and said in a straight voice: "I agree with the third senior brother to go to the battle!"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Chen Qianqiu said: "You are the only one."

"..." Lin Titang bit her lip, tears were almost falling.

There is no intention of discriminating against the aunt, but this little jasper looks so small that he wants to look at the other person, but he is afraid that he can't help but vomit.

"Young guy smashed it!"

Xiao Biyu had a straight face, pinched her waist with both hands, and fucked the authentic dialect and said, "Let the horse come here!"

"puff!"

Lin Titang vomited blood directly and then fell to the ground.

"Ding! Because the fifth disciple was instantly killed by the Lingmiao Sect disciples, the host lost 1 point of prestige."

“Current prestige: 160.”

Damn it!

Can prestige be deducted?

"..." Chen Qianqiu suppressed the idea of ​​wanting to tyrannically abuse the five disciples and said in a deep voice: "Miss, go to fight!"

No sound.

"Third junior brother."

Shang Shaoyan pushed Leng Xingquan, who was showing off his cool beside him, and whispered: "Master is calling you!"

Call me?

Only then did Leng Xingquan realize that he was the third disciple, so he was called Xiaosan? Is that fourth junior sister called Xiaosan?

"tread!"

Without thinking too much, I walked over.

"Gang Master Sun." Master Duo smiled coldly and said, "Your Iron Dan Sect disciples are not very good, so why do you need to come to my Sect to insult yourself?"

“…”

Sun Ergou was immediately embarrassed.

He never expected that the five disciples of the seniors would be frightened and fainted without starting the fight.

Actually, I have to blame Tie Dazhu. If he hadn't dressed up as a man and brought Lin Titang a critical hit that had not recovered so far, he would not have been ruined by the "beautiful" aunt.

"Master."

Leng Xingquan said: "Can you use a sword?"

"It's OK, but it's up to you."

"The disciple understands."

"call!"

At this time, Xiao Biyu suddenly approached and her right fist gathered her spirit. But as soon as she started, she felt a cool breeze blowing through her face, carrying the scary sword intent.

Ga!

The disciples of Lingmiao Sect stood there, their eyes flashing with fear, and slight sword marks appeared on their faces, slowly oozing blood.

Leng Xingquan bent his waist, stood behind her, holding the Dragon Roar Sword in his back hand, and said coldly: "Women will not affect my speed of drawing the sword, because..."

"My junior brother blindfolded!"

"No!"

Leng Xingquan turned his head, took off his scarf, and roared at Shang Shaoyan: "Because, in my eyes, they are dead!"
Chapter completed!