"I beg you, can you use a snack?" Lan Xinyu was about to cry when she was wronged, and she finally found a decent opponent, how could she be like this! I want to flatten people, but I also want to experience, can't you use some real strength to make me happy?

"Why don't I care, do you think I'm full of food and looking for a pump, you are still wronged, I should be wronged when I am beaten, okay?" Zhang Yuhong blocked the nosebleed hard, and wanted to cry more than Lan Xinyu.

He couldn't figure it out, in terms of true qi, his strength was obviously slightly stronger than the girl opposite, in terms of martial arts, he made it from the ancestral mastery of the sect, but why did he have no power to parry under the other party's simple and direct, seemingly simple whip method?

Ling Chuxi shook his head and sighed, looking at this, Lan Xinyu's experience today has to be in vain again.

In terms of strength, Zhang Yuhong is indeed stronger than Lan Xinyu, but the problem lies in his martial arts. Zhang Yuhong's swordsmanship is indeed passed down by the Jindan Sect, and it is indeed exquisite in the eyes of others, but the Su family's first line is one of the three veins of the original Jindan Sect, and when it comes to subtlety, it is naturally far better than him.

Lan Xinyu has been with Su Xiu'er and others for so long, and he has long been familiar with this swordsmanship every day, even if he closes his eyes, he can find out the flaws in his swordsmanship, and it is strange that he is not whipped.

"Come again!" Lan Xinyu shouted to Zhang Yuhong. She whipped these few whips, and she was so bored that she was bored, if this was also an experience, she might as well have fun with Su Xiu'er.

"Not coming." Zhang Yuhong still has a bit of a graceful appearance, covering his face and shaking his head desperately.

"Are you a man or not, come up if you are a man." Lan Xinyu scolded.

"Not coming!" Zhang Yuhong resolutely shrank back. Again? If you come again, this face will be completely disfigured, and a man can't be so smuggling.

"If you don't come, I'll beat you to death." Lan Xinyu threatened.

"It's not the same to smoke to death?" Zhang Yuhong is not a stupid person, he is dead anyway, so why bother to go up and find death by himself.

Seeing that Lan Xinyu rushed up again, Zhang Yuhong didn't dare to go up to look for it anymore, wiped the nosebleeds and tears on his face, turned around and hid in the middle of the group of dog-legged people under him without grace. His face was pumped like that, and he had nosebleeds and tears on his face, and he couldn't be graceful if he wanted to.

Before Zhang Yuhong could run a few steps, Lan Xinyu's whip snapped on his back again, and his mouth was crooked in pain.

Xiao Bai and Ling Chuxi were still sitting calmly in place, but Xiao Bai looked at the scene in front of him, and there was a smile in his eyes that couldn't be hidden. Xiaohong stretched out a little head from Ling Chuxi's pocket and looked at the scene in front of her with great interest. It's really lively, and it's really cool and crooked. Meatballs are still sleeping with the beast head brand.

"Protect the young master, protect the young master." Someone found that Zhang Yuhong's condition was not good, and he exclaimed. It's a pity that the Zhang family's gang of dogs can't protect themselves under the pressure of Su Yanhua and others, how can they take care of him.

"Idiot, call someone! Hurry up! Zhang Yuhong endured the pain and scolded.

"Oh, yes, yes, call someone." The man woke up in shock, and while struggling to resist Su Xiu'er's sword moves, he took out a special silver whistle and blew a piercing whistle. None of them expected to be kicked on the iron plate today, and now they can only hurry up and move the rescuers. They were also beaten in pain, okay?