Chapter Ninety-Three

"Zhang Chulan, come back!"

At this moment, Feng Baobao was a little lost in his heart, and his mouth kept chanting.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Feng Baobao's mood at the moment was slightly low, it was a good opportunity to challenge her, vent all your anger to yourself!

"Sister Bao'er, do you feel helpless? Do you feel very angry?" Wang Xiaoming walked over slowly at this time, and said with a slight smile on his face.

Feng Baobao listened to Wang Xiaoming's words, his eyes turned cold, turned to look at him, and asked coldly, "What is your purpose? What did you say to Zhang Chulan?"

"I didn't say anything, I just wanted to challenge you simply!" Wang Xiaoming's eyes became extraordinarily serious, but he was praying in his heart, Sister Bao'er, do the task, if you cooperate a little, just try it with you, and it's over!

"Challenge me?" Feng Baobao's face was cold, and two kitchen knives appeared in his hands, and said, "What can I get by challenging me?"

"You don't have to worry about this, Sister Bao'er, I have my use, as long as you admit defeat, my goal will be achieved. Wang Xiaoming said lightly.

Feng Baobao listened to Wang Xiaoming's words and muttered for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes also became solemn, ready to turn his fighting spirit to fight against him.

But.......

"Good..... I throw in the towel!"

"........." Wang Xiaoming stumbled under his feet, secretly thinking that he would admit defeat before he could fight, Feng Baobao This is not your style!

"I lost, you can go!" Feng Baobao said this very calmly, but after thinking about it, he said again: "I'll go!"

"Rely on ......" Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but burst into a foul language, the words were so clear, she actually entered the pit, which was embarrassing.

However, seeing that Feng Baobao had already walked a few steps, Wang Xiaoming grinned and said coldly: "I know everything Zhang Xilin said to you before he died. ”

Hearing what Wang Xiaoming said suddenly, Feng Baobao stepped out and froze in mid-air, a touch of surprise appeared on his beautiful face, and then he put down his foot, turned his head to look at Wang Xiaoming, and said, "At that time.... Are you there?"

"In my absence, you don't need to know, I can know this, it means that you can't ignore my existence, and you don't have to look at ordinary children to look at me, don't be merciful, use your strongest state to fight against me!" Wang Xiaoming said: "Zhang Xilin asked you to protect Zhang Chulan well!"

Feng Baobao was slightly moved, and did not answer, but took out a kitchen knife, exuding a terrifying aura all over his body.

"Yes, yes.... That's it, it's like love!" A touch of excitement appeared on Wang Xiaoming's little face, as if he had seen something he liked most, and said, "Come on, use your Ah Wei Eighteen Style!"

Feng Baobao was stunned, and said with words in his mouth: "Ah Wei Eighteen Styles, why is it so familiar, it seems that I have heard it somewhere." ”

Wang Xiaoming thinks that it is appropriate to say 'Awei Eighteen Styles' now, after all, this is Xu San's name for her kung fu, but it doesn't matter, because Feng Baobao is accepting his own challenge and is going to fight with himself, so excited!

"In the eighteen styles of Ah Wei, there are old man's carts, ****, ice and fire two heavens, poisonous dragon drills, etc., Sister Bao'er, you will know in the future. Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "Next, let your anger come more violently!"

Feng Baobao's face was calm, his breath kept soaring, he took out a kitchen knife, the light flickered, and he rushed directly towards Wang Xiaoming.

Seeing Feng Baobao's vigorous body, fast as lightning, and the cold light of the kitchen knife in both hands flickering, I knew that she did not spare her hand at all.

Wang Xiaoming was also not polite, the fighting spirit of the nine-star fighter in his body was also skyrocketing in an instant, the cultivation of this fighting spirit was only the tip of the iceberg, Wang Xiaoming was just using the energy and cultivation system of the fighting world to test the water, but at the same time, when he rushed out, he took out the dragon pattern tweezer.

Kitchen knife with pan, it's a perfect match!

"Bell Bell ....."

At the moment of the collision, Wang Xiaoming and Feng Baobao shot extremely fast, the sound of gold and iron resonating endlessly, and the shock wave of the air flow bombarded the originally messy house into sawdust flying in the sky.

Wang Xiaoming shook the dragon pattern pan in his hand, and said with a smile at Feng Baobao: "Sister Bao'er, I won't take out this pot casually, I will fight you for you, I specially took it out today, you see that I am good to you!"

Feng Baobao's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the silver pot that Wang Xiaoming's little hand flicked one by one, his face was slightly weird, but he didn't say anything, and the kitchen knife in his hand was quickly thrown at Wang Xiaoming.

The kitchen knife cut through the air, releasing a cold light that was cold and sharp, and at the same time, her figure rushed at lightning again.

Wang Xiaoming grinned and sneered, and when the kitchen knife flew over, he blocked it fiercely.

"Bell!" There was a metal collision sound, and the flying kitchen knife was actually smashed.

But Feng Baobao's speed of rushing over did not decrease at all, and he went around Wang Xiaoming's back in a strange way, and the other kitchen knife slashed hard, Wang Xiaoming did not dodge, and looked directly at his shoulder.

"Bell!"

With another crisp sound, the kitchen knife that Feng Baobao slashed on Wang Xiaoming's shoulder did not cut into it at all, but instead cut the kitchen knife, and cracks appeared.

Feng Baobao was stunned for a moment, remembering that he had chopped Wang Xiaoming's head before, and he had chopped the kitchen knife to pieces, it seemed that this little guy had cultivated some kind of Vajra not bad exercises.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the kitchen knife on his shoulder, there were traces of cracking, and couldn't help but smile, secretly thinking that the experience card of copper skin and iron bones is really useful, if only it was permanent.

Feng Baobao was a little unconvinced, and he slashed twice, but the result was..... The blade of the kitchen knife in his hand was like a broken glass window, shattered and fell all over the ground.

"It's so hard, you can't even cut it!" Feng Baobao muttered quietly, reaching out and not knowing that he had found more than a dozen kitchen knives there, and slashed at Wang Xiaoming's body.

"Huh..... Oh, why are there so many kitchen knives. Wang Xiaoming's face was also slightly shocked, and he couldn't help shouting.

The kitchen knives in the sky, like a torrential rain, fell on Wang Xiaoming's back, and the impact made a crisp sound, making his nightgown shattered.

"It's over, the nightgown is broken, and when I go back, my mother will see it, won't it be cold?" Wang Xiaoming shouted angrily: "Give me enough to stop!"

Wang Xiaoming's angry shout fell, and he turned around and shook the dragon pattern thrash, blocking all the kitchen knives that came from the impact, and the powerful air flow swept away, shaking Feng Baobao back.

Feeling the coldness on his back, Wang Xiaoming said to Feng Baobao: "You broke my nightgown, compensate me!"

"It's you who stand there like a stupid x and let me cut it, and if you want to blame it, blame yourself. Feng Baobao flew backwards, looking at the kitchen knives in his hand with a calm face, his tone was very calm, and he didn't seem to feel any surprise or fear because of Wang Xiaoming's hard body.

"Uh...... It seems to make sense!" Wang Xiaoming groaned and nodded in agreement, but quickly came back to his senses and asked, "That's right.... Who are you calling stupid?"

[Well!Finally made up for the one one I owed yesterday before twelve o'clock.,Continue.,There's another one after twelve o'clock.,I can't wait to see it during the day!]