Wang Jiao didn't care about what happened behind her, and looked around outside the classroom, but didn't see Ning Chengren.

Looking at the place where she used to play, she suddenly wanted to go to the slide and experience the feeling again.

Having made up her mind, she headed straight for the slide.

"The relationship between father and daughter seems to be good. ”

Wang Jiao watched Ning Cheng and Yan'er slide down the slide, and remembered her father for no reason, he had always taken care of himself to grow up, and every time he got into trouble, he was the one who came forward.

Although the Wang family seems to be united now, Wang Jiao knows that this is not the case.

His grandfather paid attention to self-cultivation, reached the height that his ancestors said, and became a so-called immortal.

But how many years ago was the old yellow calendar! Immortals? In the past few hundred years, there have really been immortals?

She prefers to believe in her father, if the family wants to survive forever, it must have enough financial strength, and as for cultivation, it is just another way to exercise the body.

No matter how powerful he is, he still can't get rid of the shackles of social rules, and a penny can stump a tough guy.

"When will I be able to make my grandfather change his inherent opinion, what age is this, and I still think about the ancestors. ”

Sighing, Wang Jiao looked at the father and daughter again, and the corners of her mouth suddenly twitched.

Okay, you Ning Cheng, I'm worried that I can't find you, so you sent it to the door!

Striding forward, she pointed at Ning Cheng and said, "How old are you, you still play on the slide played by children?"

Ning Cheng didn't have the habit of talking to these ants more, but he glanced at Yan'er.

I saw her raise her hand and point at Wang Jiao: "Bad guy!"

Seeing that Ning Cheng didn't answer, but was said to be a bad person by a child, Wang Jiao's heart suddenly became angry.

"What kind of thing are you! I don't understand any! What kind of father you have, what kind of baby you have, it's not a good thing!"

"Bad people don't allow you to scold my father!"

Yan'er was so anxious that she grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and threw it at Wang Jiao.

It's just that she is still young, and the sand is only half a meter away, and all of it falls to the ground.

Seeing that she didn't hit the bad guy, Yan'er picked up sand from the ground again, and even if she used her strength to eat, she only lost a meter away.

"If you throw me again, I'll kill you today!"

was provoked by a child several times, Wang Jiao's hot temper suddenly came up, and she yelled at Yan'er directly.

Yan'er's eyes were full of mist, but she still gritted her teeth and grabbed a handful of sand: "Don't talk about my father!"

Raise the sand fiercely and throw it at Wang Jiao!

This time it broke through the distance of one meter, and it is estimated that there is one meter and two.

Yan'er has been weak since she was a child, and Aunt Zhang has not been able to provide good food, so her strength is much smaller than that of other children, and this time she has played extraordinarily.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ning Cheng's heart trembled.

I really don't want to say more than half a word to these ants, but Yan'er defends herself so much that she doesn't even allow anyone to say that she is bad, even if Wang Jiao is someone she can't afford to provoke, she doesn't flinch!

Picking up Yan'er, Ning Cheng looked at Yan'er with red eyes, and a nameless karmic fire suddenly surged in his heart.

I regard Yan'er as a treasure, and I can't wait to give her the best things in the world. How dare you murder her in front of me!

"Yan'er is good, don't cry, dad will defeat the bad guys, I want her to never be able to raise her head again in this life!"

"Hmm. ”

When Yan'er heard Ning Cheng's words, tears flowed out of her eyes at once, and she hugged Ning Cheng's neck tightly: "With Yan'er here, no one is allowed to speak ill of Dad!"

"Yo, it's a great show of warmth, but it's a pity that you're not a thing in the first place, and this little girl is blind to follow you. ”

Wang Jiao sneered.

"Wang Jiao, I heard Wang Le say that you, a fifth-order monk, have refreshed the fastest cultivation speed in the Wang family. In addition, there will also be a secret technique of the Wang family, if it weren't for the daughter's body, I'm afraid she would have been made the next head of the Wang family, I'm right. ”

When Ning Cheng told all the information about herself, Wang Jiao was not alert, but raised her head a little proudly: "These are what Wang Le told you, right? Did he forget to tell you that when he saw me, he had to kneel and beg for mercy!"

"Nope. ”

Ning Cheng looked at her lightly: "He said, let me look at the face of the Wang family, don't make a move on you." However, just the royal family, this favor is not necessary. ”

"Fifth Order Monk, you are just an ant on the way to cultivating immortals. ”

Wang Jiao sneered, looking at Ning Cheng's gaze becoming more and more unkind: "You are looking for death!"

A golden light appeared in Wang Jiao's hand, condensing into the appearance of a sword, and in the next moment, she was already holding the sword and stabbing straight at Ning Cheng!

"Don't be afraid, Yan'er, Dad is here. ”

As soon as Wang Jiao made a move, Yan'er hugged Ning Cheng's neck tightly, she felt the danger and subconsciously wanted to protect her father.

Ning Cheng raised his hand and grabbed it in front of him.

Bite!

After the crisp sound, Wang Jiao looked at everything in front of her blankly.

Ning Cheng held the sword she stabbed with his bare hands, but there was no damage in the slightest!

"Impossible!"

Wang Jiao exerted her strength, wanting to stab the sword into Ning Cheng's chest, but Ning Cheng chuckled, and the hand holding the sword was violently forced!

"Broken!"

Click!

The long sword condensed by the aura instantly collapsed into countless pieces!

Wang Jiao stared blankly at the remaining hilt of the sword in her hand, which seemed to have lost its color and gradually disappeared.

He is a fifth-order monk, and Ning Cheng is a first-order cultivator! How could he catch his own move?

She hadn't had time to recover from the scene in front of her,

Ning Cheng hugged Yan'er tightly, turned around, and kicked his legs!

Call!

kicked Wang Jiao nearly ten meters away, and hit the wall before stopping!

Wang Jiao covered her abdomen, where there seemed to be countless knife cuts, there was a heart-rending pain, she wanted to faint like this, but her brain was strangely awake, and every inch of skin felt into her mind!

"You, what have you done!"

Wang Jiaoqiang held back the pain and asked Ning Cheng.

She is a fifth-order monk, even if the force of this kick is three times greater, she can block it, but somehow, her body is extremely sharp, and the pain is suddenly on the verge of being able to bear it!

There's something weird about this kick!

Her instincts told her so, but her intellect told her that it couldn't be!

Ning Cheng was only a cultivator of the first order, it was impossible for him to have such strength, and it was impossible for him to have such strange means!

"What did you do? Are you asking me about this cultivator of the first order?"

The corners of Ning Cheng's mouth slightly hooked up and smiled.

Wang Jiao's body was trembling slightly, she only felt that her face was hot, and Ning Cheng's counterattack was more like hitting her three inches.

She gritted her teeth fiercely, and the most outstanding cultivator of the Wang family slowly stood up again.

Open your five fingers, and the aura slowly gathers.

She wanted to refute, she wanted to fight, she wanted to pick up the dignity that Ning Cheng had thrown on the ground and stepped on hard!