"Ah, it's Holly!"

"What! That's the super master of Lingshi's seventh throne!"

"The young boy must suffer now..."

When everyone saw that Hawley came forward, they sighed and said, "The people who were originally worried about Murong Ningyue were completely desperate now. They looked at Murong Ningyue with great frustration, thinking that such a beautiful boy would be poisoned."

"Spiritual Seventh Duan? Humph, do you think I'm afraid?" Murong Ningyue snorted coldly with disdain, without any panic.

'It's just a level similar to me. Could it be that you, the backward ancient man, can beat me?' Murong Ningyue thought proudly, and his eyes looked at Hawley even colder.

"Hmph, I think you, a young boy who is not dry, should give in and kowtow to the prince as soon as possible. If Hawley takes action, he will not show mercy. If he doesn't beat you up, he will probably not stop." Ximen Boming said unrelentingly, his eyes full of sympathy for Murong Ningyue.

"Hmph, I'm just a gangster's lackey, what are you afraid of?" Murong Ningyue said with her hands crossed her chest, her ordinary appearance showed extraordinary temperament.

"Don't hold on. If you are afraid, say it out. I will not make things difficult for you. As long as you dig out your eyes," Ximen Boming said darkly, as if he had seen Murong Ningyue beaten beyond recognition.

"You should keep this in mind. Just don't lose so much that you cry." Murong Ningyue sneered, with a teasing look on her face.

"Hmph, the yellow-haired child doesn't know how to teach you a lesson." Holly, who was standing in front of Murong Ningyue, suddenly spoke with an expression of looking at the weak.

"Hey, this young man is afraid that there will be a lot of danger..."

"Isn't it? When you meet Hawley, you will have to peel off even if you don't die..."

"How many people will this prince harm to give up..."

Everyone looked at Huoli's posture and was watching silently for Murong Ningyue, thinking that Murong Ningyue would definitely be finished. As a result, when encountering a master like Huoli, a master of the seventh rank of the spirit sage, most people can only try their best to escape.

In the eyes of everyone, who is like Murong Ningyue who is not retreating but advancing is naturally seeking death. Who would be fine and ask for a beating from her own goal?

And Murong Ningyue stood there lightly, feeling the temperature of the sun lazily, and from time to time he would look at Hawley, looking impatient.

Hawley held the spear in his hand, made a move, and saw the opportunity, and played a very cool trick. Then he pointed the spear horizontally and stepped on Murong Ningyue and got on.

"Hey, why are you showing off when your skills are not in place?" Murong Ningyue said lazily by pursing her ears.

Hearing Murong Ningyue's words, Holly was almost vomiting blood. What's wrong? He is the best person to play with the spear in the army.

In the blink of an eye, Hawley held a spear in front of Murong Ningyue. She was worthy of being a member of the seventh section of the spirit stone, and her speed was naturally very fast. The mercenaries watching the battle did not even capture Hawley.

"Oh, okay, come on, come on, beating all these people into big pig heads. Come on, come on, beat him to death!" Xiaoyun shouted hard, his face full of excitement, and there was no fear that a child should have.
Chapter completed!