Chapter 108: Look at Your Lost Color!
Chapter One Hundred and Eight
When Wang Xiaoming's words fell, everyone present was stunned, including Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing and others, who had been quietly watching everything on the field, couldn't help but be curious.
Secretly thinking that the White Immortal King and the king have a grudge?
Zhang Chulan looked at this scene, shook her head helplessly, and said: "Forget it, don't watch it, we have nothing to do!"
Xu Si threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't worry.... I want to see what sparks will be created between him and the king!"
Feng Xingtong said, "Do you want to tell the people of the Heavenly Master's Mansion? ”
"Don't ..... Just watch quietly. Xu Si hurriedly stopped, rubbed his chin, originally wanted to smoke a cigarette, but after thinking about it, it didn't work one after another, today's addiction is really big!
When Wang He was shocked by everyone, the smile on his face narrowed slightly, but looking at Wang Xiaoming, he felt very dramatic, and he had a sense of pride that he could be slapped away with a slap, and he couldn't help laughing and said, "I don't know where the courage came from." ”
When Wang He finished saying this, his fists were clenched, the air flow was condensed, and his eyes became full of anger, as if a ghost had come to his body.
Wang Xiaoming's whole body flashed with golden light again, stepping on Ling Bo's elegant body with micro-steps, wearing the battle intent of the phoenix and seeking the phoenix, every time he flashed, there was a phoenix shadow, but this time, when he rushed over, he was holding a dragon pattern in his hand.
Just when the king thought that he was winning, a stuffy pot smashed directly on his head.
"Duang!", before Wang could react, he felt his head groggy, and a big red bag soon grew on his head.
"I'm** (Nima) ....." Wang He was furious, but before he finished speaking, Wang Xiaoming was ghostly, and in an instant, he knocked two pots on Wang He's head, wrapped it with a bag, and gave a package, and the three bags overlapped together.
This scene happened between lightning and flint, and many people almost didn't see clearly how Wang He was beaten.
When Wang Xiaoming stopped, he actually returned to the same place, holding the dragon pattern hammer, and kept patting it on his little hands, looking at it with a smile, covering his head and feeling a little dizzy, and said: "Can you do it? You are also a weak chicken!"
Wang He's face was hideous, his eyes were scarlet, and he shouted angrily: "Bastard, Lao Tzu killed you!"
Looking at Wang He's very angry appearance, Wang Xiaoming felt a touch of relief rise in his heart, and grinned and sneered: "You can't beat me, I'm going to beat you today!"
As soon as the words fell, Wang Xiaoming didn't have any nonsense, his figure flashed directly, and when Wang He's pupils tightened, his neck was pinched instantly.
didn't have time to react at all, and was directly pinched by Wang Xiaoming's short body, and pressed heavily to the ground.
"Bang!", a pit exploded on the ground, Wang Xiaoming's long white hair fluttered, he looked down at Wang He coldly in front of him, and grinned and sneered: "It's desperate, many people want you to die." ”
Wang He looked at Wang Xiaoming's slightly murderous eyes, and his pupils were dilated at the moment, full of incredulity, he was curious why such a child would have such a strong strength, so that he did not have any power to fight back, such a level, I am afraid that even if grandpa comes, it will not be too easy to deal with!
"Who the hell are you?" Wang He asked with some difficulty and hoarse voice as he looked at Wang Xiaoming.
"Bai Xianjun..... When you get to the underworld, you can report my name. Wang Xiaoming grinned and sneered, the dragon pattern in his hand was about to be smashed down, this is the first time to kill people in another world, but after all, there is a first time, and in this world, there is no legal responsibility for killing someone, maybe in the real world in the future, if that person dares to provoke me, then just take it to another world and kill it, no one will know.
Wang He saw that Wang Xiaoming was about to start, his eyes widened, and he said desperately: "Spare your life!"
All the strangers looked at Wang Xiaoming and wanted to kill Wang Ai's grandson, and they were also frightened, this is the descendant of the Ten Guys, he actually dared to kill Wang He in public, what kind of grievances is this?
Therefore, many people have already highlighted Wang Xiaoming's previous sentence 'The king must die', not to mention that he has to take the test, but it is definitely the key!
Wang Xiaoming is not worried at all about who dares to rush up to save Wang He at the scene, even if his grandfather Wang Ai comes, it is useless, maybe he will be killed together when he is angry, anyway, this old man is not a good thing, kill it, anyway, how the follow-up plot develops, it is not so important.
It's just a matter of doing things!
However, just when the dragon pattern in Wang Xiaoming's hand was about to fall between Wang He's eyebrows, he was about to hit it, Wang He's pupils widened, and he roared, however, he kept his big hand and grabbed Wang Xiaoming's wrist like lightning.
Many people originally couldn't bear to watch this bloody scene, but Wang He's screaming pig voice kept ringing and his voice was quite loud, so many people reacted.
"Uh....." Everyone was stunned and looked at Wang Xiaoming and Wang He again.
Zhang Chulan looked in front of Wang Xiaoming, and suddenly a majestic voice appeared, it was an old man in a Taoist robe.
"Master Tai?" Zhang Chulan looked at the old man in the robe and exclaimed in surprise.
The one who grabbed Wang Xiaoming's wrist was Zhang Zhiwei, the old Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion.
Wang Xiaoming watched the Heavenly Master appear very quickly and in a very timely manner, looked up at him, and said, "The Heavenly Master wants to protect him?"
"Help me, save me!" Wang He was almost scared, watching the old heavenly master appear, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, desperately begging for help.
The hand of the Heavenly Master held Wang Xiaoming's wrist tightly, very hard, but he felt that Wang Xiaoming's expression was very calm, and he didn't seem to feel any pain, as if it wasn't his own hand.
"Your Royal Highness the Immortal Monarch, give me a face!" The old Heavenly Master's originally old face was full of seriousness, but he soon said with a smile on his face: "I can also sprinkle and roll and sell cuteness." ”
"........" Wang Xiaoming's little face sank, and he secretly scolded this old and unserious bastard.
Everyone present listened to the words of the Heavenly Master, and they all broke out in a cold sweat.
Wang Xiaoming took back the dragon pattern and said angrily: "Let go, ....."
The Heavenly Master's eyes were slightly condensed, but he didn't say anything, he let go of his hand, thinking about something in his heart, but he still had a kind smile on his face, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness Xianjun, for selling me a face." ”
Wang Xiaoming was so angry that his teeth itched, this old bastard, let me fail to kill for the first time, pointed to the old heavenly master's nose and said, "Look at your damaged color!"
"........" The Heavenly Master was stunned, what is it?
Wang Ji knew that he was out of danger, so he got up directly, ran in one direction with a roll, and shouted: "Grandpa.... Your grandson has been beaten!"
Although Wang Xiaoming wanted to catch up, he didn't do it, but looked at the old heavenly master and said lightly: "There is no next time, if you jump in front of this monarch again, it is useless for the king of heaven to come." ”
"Yes, yes.... His Royal Highness Xianjun, don't be angry, you have taught you a lesson, I'll deal with it when I go back, this kid, Luo Tianda's competition, there will be no him, you can rest assured!" The old heavenly master smiled on his face, but he was vigilant in his heart, this kid is simply so powerful that it is boundless, Chu Lan, what should you do in the next competition?