Chapter 957

Miaoyu used to be an innocent and kind little nun, sweeping the floor for fear of hurting the lives of ants, and cherishing moths and gauze lamps.

But everything in the world can't stop the eight characters of 'those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black'. And at the age of ten **, when the concept of good and evil is not so certain, she often thinks what others say, what she thinks is right.

And what Zhang Baifeng often said to Miaoyu was: If others bully you, you must bully you back. Others are not bullying you, you can look at the mood to bully.

Miaoyu felt that this was right. What's more, the only disciple of the Buddha Dao Twin Stars does have the qualifications to bully people.

"Who else!"

Today, Miaoyu wine was slightly drunk, and when a bottle of wine was put down by the white-faced young man, he looked at everyone around him and couldn't help shouting these three words.

Then, she felt great.

At this moment, above the hall, there was a silence, and the falling needles could be heard, and everyone looked at Miaoyu with shocked eyes.

Regarding Miaoyu's identity, Panlong has no idea, and the Jianghu sect knows about it, and it does not know much. But no matter what you know or what you don't know, you would never have thought that Miaoyu had such strength.

And when the three words 'who else' were shouted, everyone felt a chill on their foreheads, and a sword blade swept over them in a trance.

After a slight freeze of silence, there was a tsunami-like eruption.

"Yes, who else!"

"And the one who wants to be beaten, I promise to beat your own mother so that you won't recognize it."

"This little master Miaoyu is our weakest, but I'm afraid none of you can beat her."

"Panlong, hehe......"

The sound of the tsunami in the mountains is naturally from the disciples of the Jianghu sect. They have really been aggrieved long enough in the hands of Panlong. Today, Miaoyu finally let out a sigh, and suddenly felt what it was like to raise her eyebrows.

Villains are often prone to rampant, so their gang is rampant. And as for what they say, Miaoyu is the weakest. You don't have to listen to this sentence at all.

Miaoyu may not be the weakest, Long Ming, Meng Xi and others are not there, Miaoyu may still be the strongest.

Compared with the excitement of the Jianghu sect, Panlong's side had no choice but to remain silent, and his face was blue and white for a while.

Almost in a short period of time, a person jumped out, clasped his hands into fists, and said to Miaoyu: "On the third day of the second month, please advise."

Coiling dragon for three hundred and sixty-five days, each person's code name is also named after one year three hundred and sixty-five. This person is not very old, and he can't wait to stand up and ask Miaoyu for advice.

In fact, Miaoyu doesn't know what advice is, she doesn't dare to give advice, and she is still very good at beating people.

At the beginning, when Miaoyu didn't learn from Zhang Baifeng, she only knew how to defend passively, but this can often be invincible. Later, Zhang Baifeng wanted to teach her some moves, but found that this would invisibly limit Miaoyu's play. Therefore, Zhang Baifeng chose to give up these and instead transform Miaoyu from the inside.

It turned her temperament from conservative to aggressive. When this little head knows how to hit people, then her hands often hit people as much as she wants.

Born with a congenital nature, Miaoyu is a bug-level existence.

Naturally, the third day of the first lunar month was not Miaoyu's opponent, and after a short exchange of two rounds, he broke his arm and kicked him out of the court.

Next, five more people came on the field, but the result was no different from the previous two.

Miaoyu, seven people in a row are undefeated!

At the beginning, the opponents Miaoyu encountered were just ordinary people, but later, she kept winning, and even the hall master of the Twenty-four Solar Terms Hall couldn't sit down, so she stepped forward to challenge Miaoyu, but the result she encountered was also a failure.

Now, Miaoyu is fighting the eighth man. This person's code name in Panlong is the ninth day of the lunar month, and his strength is also at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and he is only one step away from the congenital.

There was silence on the field, and even the disciples of the Jianghu Sect forgot to applaud. Miaoyu's little nun has been undefeated in seven consecutive battles, and today she has given everyone too many unexpected miracles, this time, will she still be able to maintain eight consecutive battles without being defeated.

At this time, a person came in from the door of the hall. This person is dressed in a gorgeous service, and his age is about ten ** years old, and his face is still childish, but in his eyes, he is born unruly.

No one on the Jianghu disciples recognized him, and when the people on Panlong's side saw him, they stood up one after another, and said, "Prince, prince......"

This person is not the next person, it is the only son of the leader of Panlong, named Xue Chujiu. And within Panlong, there is another title for him, that is, Prince Panlong.

The current Panlong, known as reincarnation to the outside world, is the world's number one killer organization. This force is actually not small.

But the so-called reincarnation, compared with the coiling dragon of the year, is simply insignificant. Longpan Kyushu, three points of the world, the former Panlong, seems to be the master of the underground world. And the leader of Panlong has always been rightfully considered the underground emperor.

Of course, the former Panlong is now in decline, and no one will think that the leader of Panlong is an underground emperor, but you can't stop the people inside Panlong from thinking so.

And this Xue Chujiu, as the only son of the leader of Panlong, has always regarded himself as the crown prince. Relying on the momentum of the coiling dragon, this person is arrogant and domineering abroad, doing whatever he wants, and he is really the reincarnation of a demon king in the mixed world.

As soon as Xue Chujiu walked into the hall, he saw the fierce battle between Miaoyu and Layuejiu, correspondingly, everyone in the Jianghu sect was excited, and he was here

The people on the side don't look so good on their faces.

"The little nun from there, so bold!"

For the first time, Xue Chujiu jumped into the battle group, lunged to raise his breath, and shot out at Miaoyu with one palm.

Miaoyu waved her palms to draw a circle, with one enemy and two, not afraid at all.

The disciples of the Jianghu Sect couldn't sit still, and shouted one after another: "Hey, bully more and less, you want to be shameless!"

"Is Panlong so shameless!"

The rivers and lakes have the rules of the rivers and lakes, and many times, even if they are enemies of life and death, they have to act according to the rules. In the face of the passionate ridicule of the Jianghu sect, La Yuejiu's face was a little unbearable, and he took a step back and withdrew from the battle group.

But Xue Chujiu's face remained unchanged at all, because he was an unruly person.

Or, it can also be said that he also obeys the rules, but he only follows his own rules, and his rules are: whoever has the biggest fist sets the rules.

In foreign countries, relying on the power of Panlong and the cultivation carefully cultivated by Panlong, Xue Chujiu bullied men and women and did all kinds of evil. If you bully a man, you will only give some medical expenses, and if you bully a woman, you will often pay some medical expenses.

Indeed, in this world, many times, there are no rules, and a big fist is the rule.

But it's a pity that today, his fist is not as big as Miaoyu.

Xue Chujiu is not a wine bag rice bag, although he is a second ancestor, he is not a wine bag rice bag. knows how to work hard and has talent, even if he is only eighteen years old this year, he is already in the late stage of the day after tomorrow, and the kung fu in his hands is really not weak.

However, enough hard work, enough talent, but not enough, because the person he met today is named Miaoyu.

Born with a congenital Miaoyu.

Speaking of hard work, Miaoyu can't work hard enough, she would rather sleep and watch idol dramas than do any cultivation. But when it comes to talent, within a thousand years, no one can compare with Miaoyu, neither can Zhang Baifeng, nor can Ye Huan!

And this Xue Chujiu is even more impossible.

For Xue Chujiu, the battle was fierce. But for Miaoyu, the battle is simple.

In a short time, the battle was over.

Miaoyu made a progress, grabbed Xue Chujiu's arm, rested his other hand on his chin, and pushed it up, Xue Chujiu's body staggered back, poofed, and fell to the ground.

The injury was not serious, but this embarrassing situation was actually very embarrassing, and for Xue Chujiu, it was simply a great shame.

Miaoyu stood in the center of the hall, panting slightly, her small chest rising and falling slightly, looking at Xue Chujiu's appearance, she shook her head gently: "You can't."

Such three words, from the mouth of a serious Miaoyu, were like a slap in the face, and they fell viciously on Xue Chujiu's face.

In exchange, what was exchanged was the laughter of everyone in the Jianghu sect.

"Hehe, this is the prince of Panlong......"

"What prince, toilet prince?"

"It could also be from the toilet."

"Public toilets!"

Everyone, you say a word, I say a word, and I do everything I can to mock it. Indeed, Xue Chujiu may be respected in Panlong, but in the eyes of the children of the rivers and lakes, he is not a fart at all. And today, Miaoyu is really angry for everyone.

Everyone's eyes unconsciously turned to Miaoyu, and saw her standing there, her hands still holding pink fists, her cheeks were red, fine beads of sweat appeared, but the white monk's robe on her body was spotless.

At this moment, no matter who it is, I have to admit that Miaoyu is very cute. Even, it's a little charming.

Xue Chujiu sat down on the ground, looking at Miaoyu's appearance, he suddenly appeared stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the ground, clasped his hands into fists, and said respectfully: "The little master is extraordinary, admire and admire him."

"Awards, awards." Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling person, Xue Chujiu suddenly changed his appearance, and Miaoyu had no choice but to return the salute with a fist, politely twice, and finally added: "It was originally extraordinary."

The master is Ye Huan, a disciple of the Hidden Dragon Temple, and the master is Zhang Baifeng of Maoshan Mountain, isn't it extraordinary, if it is really ordinary, wouldn't it be a person who loses the master and the master.

Xue Chujiu was stunned, and suddenly said: "It's rare to meet such a wonderful person as the little master, the little master may drink?"

This place is near the Arctic Circle, the climate is very cold, and the wine is not ordinary wine, but strong vodka, a very strong liquor.

Now, Xue Chujiu asked Miaoyu if she could drink it.