Chapter Ninety-Nine

"It's just a weak chicken!"

When Wang Xiaoming's words fell, Lu Linglong's body trembled slightly, and her pretty face was shocked, as if she felt that at this moment, her ears had heard it wrong.

Because in this case, he looks down on his grandfather completely, and the person who despises his grandfather like this is still a child!

Lu Linglong really couldn't believe that all this was happening, he.... Where does the confidence come from?

[Ding!The host said an arrogant word of air every second, just to do things, get experience +200, balance: 24266]

"You ......" Lu Linglong's pretty face was a little unsightly, and the air flow was surging all over her body, and she wanted to do it.

However, at this moment, a rapid sound of breaking wind rushed quickly.

Wang Xiaoming had already felt a powerful aura behind him approaching quickly, and he was already ready, so he directly ran Ling Bo and dodged quickly.

The person who came was Lu Jin!

"Grandpa....." Lu Linglong couldn't help but shout when she saw Lu Jin coming.

"It's okay, I'm here, I see that he dares to touch a single hair of you!" Lu Jin's old face was full of fierce and serious expressions, staring at Wang Xiaoming, and said, "I knew you would come here." ”

Wang Xiaoming's face was calm, he snorted, and said, "I didn't tell you that I was coming, you would know?"

Lu Linglong listened to Lu Jin's words, and couldn't help but point at Wang Xiaoming and said, "Grandpa, he actually said that you are a weak chicken." ”

Listening to Lu Linglong's words, and then listening to Wang Xiaoming's last three words of 'old thing' bite very hard, Lu Jin's momentum became even stronger, and shouted angrily: "Little cub, you say it again!"

"I can say it a hundred times!" Wang Xiaoming said, and made a grimace and stuck out his tongue, so that if you want to undersmoke, you can undersmoke as much as you want, which directly made Lu Jin's face green.

It's just that my hair hasn't been dyed green!

Looking at his older grandfather, he was so angry that he was out of breath and out of breath, he was really afraid that he would be angry, so he hurriedly supported him.

Lu Jin pushed Lu Linglong away, glared at Wang Xiaoming, and shouted angrily: "Bai Xianjun, what kind of deep hatred is there between you and me, you want to humiliate me like this?"

Wang Xiaoming was stunned, looking at the angry old man, he didn't rush over to fight with him at the first time, but calmed down a little.

From this point of view, this Lu Jin is worthy of being one of the ten people, even if he is so angry, he is still sensible, and he should be sensible.

"No..... We don't have a deep hatred, I just want to provoke you, and to provoke you is to do things, and it's just to do things. Wang Xiaoming said very calmly.

"Engage .... Doing something?" Lu Jin was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Lu Linglong, Lu Linglong also looked at him with a confused expression, and the two looked at Wang Xiaoming in confusion at the same time.

It turns out that he deliberately provoked himself, just to do things, for fun?

Damn, whoever released the bear boy from there, take him away quickly!

Thinking of this, Lu Jin's old face couldn't help but turn dark, his face was hideous and distorted, and he rushed over directly, shouting angrily: "I'll make you ** (paralysis), you ** (paralysis) didn't give birth to a child." ”

It was almost completely foul-mouthed, Lu Jin's whole body was surging, and his huge fist was blasted at Wang Xiaoming.

Seeing Lu Jin's extremely fast speed and momentum like a rainbow, although Wang Xiaoming's little face was calm, he didn't underestimate him in any way, he was full of breath all over his body, and directly confronted Lu Jin.

The pink and slender, slightly chubby little hand clenched into a fist, and the old and withered fist slammed together.

"Bang!" There was a bang, and everything around was shaken and collapsed, rubble flew everywhere, and even the houses collapsed.

Lu Linglong looked at the thin figure, he was able to easily take Grandpa's punch, and couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hand, he didn't expect that this little boy who claimed to be Bai Xianjun would be so strong, it was simply unfathomable.

The small fist and the other huge fist collided heavily, looking extremely incongruous, but that's it, where the two collided, swept by a powerful air flow and brilliant brilliance, a little bit, a circle of light waves, kept spreading in all directions.

This battle created a lot of movement, and the people of the Heavenly Master's Mansion had already seen it from afar, and they rushed to this side one after another.

Led by a handsome man with long gray-white hair and a gray-white robe, he was extraordinary, and there was a little red between his eyebrows.

He has a perfect silhouette, his face is cold, his fairy posture is outstanding, and the aura exuded from his body is a kind of pure arrogance that no one enters.

And he is the little uncle who is infatuated by thousands of girls and has countless fans in the world under one person-Zhang Lingyu.

Zhang Lingyu looked at it from a distance, and on the sky not far away, the smoke and dust that gradually rose up, his slender brows frowned slightly, and he hurried towards where he was with a few disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming, who was confronting Lu Jin, was as calm as ever, looked up at Lu Jin, and asked softly, "Are you tired of your fist downward posture?"

Lu Jin was constantly urging the airflow in his body, listening to Wang Xiaoming's calm question, he couldn't help but be stunned, only then did he see that his fist was colliding with Wang Xiaoming's fist downward, in such a posture, the confrontation has been a minute!

It feels like my hands are a little sour!

Wang Xiaoming looked at Lu Jin's face a little weird, but his body slowly extended upward.

Lu Jin saw that Wang Xiaoming's body was rising, and when the originally tilted arm collided with himself, it was gradually parallel, and he couldn't help lowering his head and looking at Wang Xiaoming's legs, which were stretched like rubbers.

Looking at this magical scene, Lu Jin couldn't help but swallow his saliva in horror, secretly wondering what the hell this kid is?

"Isn't this better?" Wang Xiaoming's height at the moment has risen to almost the same height as Lu Jin, and his slender and somewhat baby-fat arms, clenched fists, still collide with Lu Jin's fists.

Lu Jin's face sank, and he hurriedly withdrew his fist, his momentum instantly withered, and he couldn't help but say: "Bai Xianjun, although I don't know where you come from, but I will obey you now without accepting the wall, okay, you go quickly, when Luo Tianda's dipping starts, go and harm others, don't do things with me?"

Wang Xiaoming was stunned, he couldn't imagine that Lu Jin, the old guy, had already lost his temper by himself.

Lu Jin wasn't afraid of this kid, but it was a fact that he felt that he was difficult, and he knew this completely from the fight just now.

Lu Lingling was also surprised, she didn't expect that Grandpa Tai would also have a retreat, but at this moment, she was even more vigilant about this person named Bai Xianjun.

"Then what about me playing with Miss Linglong?" asked Wang Xiaoming.

"Whatever.... How do you love it!" Lu Jin agreed very open-mindedly, secretly thinking that anyway, your kid is just a child, and his hair has not grown, can he still do something?

Thinking of this, Lu Jin felt a little comforted in his heart, thinking that this matter was not a big problem!

"Grandpa ....." Lu Linglong didn't seem to understand, how could Grandpa, who was struggling to defend and resist just now, change his mind so quickly and agree.

"Then I want her to be me!" Wang Xiaoming continued to say with a smile.

"......" Lu Jin's original turning around movement froze, then turned his head to look at Wang Xiaoming, pointed at him, and was speechless for a long time: "You ......"

"Lu Lao ......"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded, and a ghostly figure appeared, with a large number of disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, surrounding Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming turned around and looked at the figure, that face, a little red between the eyebrows, and a loose gray-white robe, and couldn't help but be stunned, and shouted, "Yo..... Zhang Lingyu!"