Tang Ming looked at the surface of the thin lake with clear eyes, reached out and grabbed a handful of bait, and gently threw it into the clear lake water.

Koi fish dressed in colorful scale armor surged in, and under the sunlight, the scale armor shone in the rippling blue waves.

"Practice, good and evil, good fortune, cause and effect, live ......"

Tang Ming gently read out a series of words in his mouth, while Xiao Yu next to him was confused.

Tang Ming gradually began to realize, just now, he almost messed up his mood!

Painting the ground as a prison, if you really get into, ten out of ten people will not be able to turn around in this life, fortunately, Xiaoyu overturned the food box, let me realize a trace of the true meaning, otherwise it will be really completely finished.

"Little girl, you are really Brother Tang's lucky general!"

Tang Ming picked up Han Xiaoyu, put Han Xiaoyu on his shoulder, and the two walked towards the outside of the garden.

......

"Uh, what's wrong with this?"

After the two of them left the Slender Lake Villa, they were about to go to the martial arts arena to have a look, but they didn't want to bump into Xing Zhiyu with a blue nose and swollen face halfway.

"Lost?"

Xiao Yu jumped off Tang Ming's shoulder, looked at the miserable Xing Zhiyu, and asked with a slight frown.

Xing Zhiyu was still a child who was not a few years older than Xiao Yu, holding back his tears at the moment, and gently shook his head at Xiao Yu.

"Uncle Xiaoshi, I won, but it's ......"

Xing Zhiyu was a little speechless, but Tang Ming also frowned at the moment, because he found that the injuries on Xing Zhiyu's body and face were not fought by one person at all.

In other words, these injuries were not beaten in the ring at all, and in the ring, they were all one-on-one competitions, and the injuries on Xing Zhiyu's body were very different in strength and size.

"But what? you want to kill me in a hurry, hurry up!"

Xiaoyu gave Xing Zhiyu a slap and said viciously.

Xing Zhiyu looked at Xiao Yu pitifully, and then under Xiao Yu's questioning, he told everything that had passed through 1510.

It turned out that this guy was facing a closed disciple of an elder of the Bihai Academy, and Xing Zhiyu was a little higher than the little guy in terms of cultivation and spiritual soldiers, so this battle was won without any suspense.

But just when Xing Zhiyu happily wanted to share the joy of his victory with Xiaoyu, he killed several disciples of the Bihai Academy on the way and beat Xing Zhiyu fat, and the result was what Tang Ming and the others saw now.

Tang Ming couldn't cry or laugh for a while after hearing this, fortunately, the little guys from the Bihai Academy were not very serious, Xing Zhiyu's injuries looked embarrassed, but in fact, there was no big problem.

It's one thing what Tang Ming thinks, but Xiao Yu is completely furious.

"Hmph, if you can't win in the ring, you will play behind your back, go, take me to find them, and the little uncle will find the field for you!"

Xiao Yu waved the reckless Zhu Aya in her hand, and pulled Xing Zhiyu to find those people to 'reason'.

Tang Ming smiled helplessly, he could only follow behind these two little kids, this is not Qingxia Academy after all, and no one can guarantee that anything unexpected will happen.

A moment later, outside a courtyard of the Dragon City Academy, Xing Zhiyu and Xiaoyu finally blocked four or five children who were about their age out of the courtyard.

"Say, which of you did it!"

Han Xiaoyu is not stage frightened at all, at this moment she has fully adapted to the identity of the little uncle and ancestor, and the main victim Xing Zhiyu on the side is standing behind Han Xiaoyu in fear.

"Heh, boy, you're moving the rescuers, it seems that our senior brothers are still a little light!"

In the middle, a little kid who was probably in the late stage of the pulse stood up, looked at Han Xiaoyu's thin body, and then smiled disdainfully.

They are all the pride of various universities, what kind of scene have they not seen?

"You want to fight, don't you?

Han Xiaoyu shook the red silk in her hand and said to these children who were the same age as her.

"Hey, this girl has such a big breath, accompany our senior brother to fight, let's get tired of it!" The children were overwhelmed, and one of them stepped forward to push Han Xiaoyu.

Brush!!

But he didn't want to, before his hand fell on Han Xiaoyu's body, a bright yellow essence flashed and directly knocked him out.

The rest of the children's eyes widened, and then they dispersed, and everyone rushed towards the courtyard behind them.

Tang Ming looked at this farce and shook his head with tears and laughter, in the end, they were just a group of unfamiliar children.

However, Tang Ming didn't have the slightest disgust for these children, even if they beat Xing Zhiyu wildly, even if they had a quarrel with Xiaoyu, but Tang Ming could see from their eyes that they were just children.

is also a young man, but in Luo Tiancheng's eyes, there is a trace of sincerity in the eyes of these children, and there is more killing and cruelty that even adults like Tang Ming are horrified.

"Want to run?"

Han Xiaoyu looked at the Bihai disciples who were scattering and fleeing, a sneer appeared on his mouth, and then the red silk in his hand trembled, and one after another rainbow rays rose into the sky, winding towards those little guys who fled in all directions.

Seven little guys, six of them were tied up by Han Xiaoyu and thrown in front of Xing Zhiyu.

The only lucky one left has escaped without a trace at this moment, and that kid is probably also the son of a big man in a school, with a secret treasure on his body, otherwise it would be impossible to escape the reckless Zhu Aya in Han Xiaoyu's hands.

"Xiao Xing, who has beaten you here?"

Han Xiaoyu stood domineeringly in front of the six 'zongzi', and asked Xing Zhiyu on the side arrogantly.

"I can't see exactly how many people there are, but I guess all six of them beat me, right?" Xing Zhiyu touched the redness and swelling on his face, and said with some uncertainty.

"Hmph, if you want to fight or kill, listen to Zun, let me tell you the truth, a few of us have done it, and if you want to take revenge, let the horse come!"

"Yes, if there is a seed, come, since the master dares to beat you, he is not afraid of your retaliation, come on!"

......

The children who were tied up were also very tough, and the cruel words were smoother than the other.

But when Han Xiaoyu and Xing Zhiyu moved seriously, the voices of those little guys crying were louder and louder, and in the end, even Tang Ming on the side couldn't stand it, so Han Xiaoyu and these guys pulled away.

"Hmph, let me tell you, if you dare to do something behind your back in the future, I won't spare you!"

Under Tang Ming's painstaking persuasion, Xiao Yu let go of the reckless Zhu Aya on the six people, and those little guys who were still shouting before were silent in the face of Xiao Yu one by one at this moment.

"Presumptuous, where did you come from, dare to spread wild seeds here?!"

Just when Xiao Yu let go of the reckless Zhu Aya in his hand, a broken cry sounded from the courtyard wall, and then a sword light slashed.

Tang Ming's brows furrowed slightly, and he pulled Xiaoyu and Xing Zhiyu back without moving.

The fierce sword aura cut a flat ditch where the two of them had just stood.

If Tang Ming's hand was slower for a while, it would be difficult for Han Xiaoyu, who was full of spiritual treasures, to say, but Xing Zhiyu's feet would definitely not be able to be saved.

Originally, Tang Ming regarded all this as a battle between children, and he didn't pay too much attention to it.

But judging from the sword qi and position of the person who made the shot, this guy clearly wanted to abolish Han Xiaoyu and Xing Zhiyu.

Fights between children can be harmless, but as a senior brother of an academy, he is so ruthless to the disciples of other schools, Tang Ming's eyes can't help but gradually become a little cold.

"Senior Brother Qu!"

After the six little ones were untied, they were all happy when they saw the man who suddenly appeared at the door of the courtyard.

Senior Brother Qu is the personal disciple of the four elders of the Bihai Academy, and his status in the academy is not low, and his means are even better, he is only in the prime of double ten, and he is already a master in the middle of the congenital stage.

Seven children, six of them had blue noses and swollen faces, and when they saw the miserable junior disciples who were beaten by Han Xiaoyu and Xing Zhiyu, the man surnamed Qu turned the long sword in his hand sideways, and stared at Tang Ming and the three of them with cold eyes.

"Which academy are the three of you disciples from, and you actually dare to bully my disciples of the Bihai Academy in broad daylight!"

The man shook his long sword, and the sword qi instantly permeated the entire sword body, and the sword light pierced from the tip of the sword.

"Senior brother, listen to my explanation......"

Xing Zhiyu saw that the other party was coming, and his tone suddenly stammered.

But after all, this incident was caused by him, although he was young, he also knew that he was responsible for the things he caused, and most importantly, he didn't want to involve Han Xiaoyu and Tang Ming.

"Explain, hmph, you can explain to the spirit sword in my hand!"

Who would have thought that the man was actually a brutal person, seeing that Xing Zhiyu's momentum was weak, he pulled the long sword in his hand, and stabbed straight at Xing Zhiyu with a sword.

Completely ignoring the fact that it was just a child in front of him.

The long sword blinked like a spirit snake, and Xing Zhiyu had been suppressed by the other party's innate aura, let alone resisting, he couldn't even dodge at this moment.

"Be careful!"

Han Xiaoyu was in a hurry, and suddenly waved the red reckless Zhu Aya in his hand, and a touch of vermilion light directly surrounded Xing Zhiyu, wrapping him tightly.

And the sword that was bound to be won, after piercing into the red silk, seemed to be powerless, no matter how the song struggled to drive the aura, the long sword could not break through the red silk in the slightest.

"My spirit sword is a three-grade spirit treasure, and it is not a problem to divide gold and jade, but I am helpless in the face of this foot of red silk, this red silk is also a rare treasure!"

Qu Zhengyi saw that his long sword could not break through Zhu Aya's defense, not only did he not flinch in the slightest, but instead hit Han Xiaoyu's spiritual weapon.

Although Qu Zhengyi is a disciple of Lu Junfeng, one of the four elders of the blue sea, a treasure like Chi Mang Zhu Aya, not to mention him, even his master may not have it.

"I see that your three-foot red silk can protect a few people!"

Qu Zhengyi sneered, then suddenly withdrew the spirit sword, turned around and pinched the sword technique, and the long sword went straight to Tang Ming.

Han Xiaoyu's reckless Zhu Aya can protect Xing Zhiyu, but he can't protect Tang Ming, in Qu Zhengyi's opinion, as long as he wins one of them, he can use it to blackmail the little girl in front of him.

Tang Ming on the side narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked coldly at the galloping spirit sword.

Qu Zhengyi's little bit of caution, how could he not know?

The naked greed in the man's eyes was exactly the same as the guy he had met before.

Since Qu Zheng wants to find death, Tang Ming will definitely not stop him!