Wang Fatzi's head couldn't turn for a while, this little girl who didn't seem to have a trace of cultivation was shouting at him?

"Hahahaha......" Wang Fatzi laughed out loud, and looked around from Jiujiu: "Just you?" Little girl, do you know what kind of cultivation I have? ”

"Surely you can't see it, right? Lao Tzu is already a fourth-order fighting king! You'd better stick your neck out of me! ”

Jiujiu didn't laugh angrily, "Fourth-Order Dou King? So what! ”

With a wave of her hand, she took a dagger in her hand.

Wang Fatzi burst into laughter again, "You really want to compete with me?" ”

"Good, good, courage!"

The mercenaries in the guild all frowned tightly, but none of them stepped forward to stop them, and none of them helped Jiujiu speak.

There was only the laughter of Wang Fatzi in the hall.

They can't be offended on either side, on one side is an unidentified eight-year-old girl, and on the other side is the Blizzard mercenary group, which ranks third in the mainland.

Jiujiu lowered his eyes, held a dagger, and stood there motionless, unpredictable.

But Wang Fatzi thought that she had compromised, and unceremoniously raised his fist and smashed it at Jiujiu's head, and shouted in his mouth, "I still know the current affairs, so I will let you accompany my youngest son." ”

"Wang Baojin, who are you going to let accompany your little son!"

A majestic shout suddenly came from outside the sky, intercepting Wang Fatzi's fist.

At the same time, a heavy coercion enveloped everyone, and the pressure made everyone unable to resist from the bottom of their hearts.

It's so strong!

Jiujiu's eyes looked at the source of the sound with a hint of tenderness, and only the momentum and coercion could make people feel awe.

This is Dousheng!

A man with a white jade crown on his head, a white robe, and a dragon-shaped dark pattern embroidered with gold thread on the head of the robe, standing in the air with his hands behind his back, looking only thirty or forty years old, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his robe fluttered gently in the breeze, and the ethereal atmosphere of a worldly master.

Is that......

Everyone in the hall, except for Jiujiu and Wang Baojin, saw that the eyes of the people who came suddenly shrank, and they couldn't help themselves in ecstasy!

"It turned out to be President Leng, the villain was disrespectful, and I ask for forgiveness." The fat man bowed deeply towards the people in the air respectfully.

Legend has it that President Leng is a dragon who sees the head but does not see the tail, and generally does not appear in the mercenary union, so Wang Fatzi will come to Jiujiu for trouble so unscrupulously.

Leng Xiao stood in the sky with his head up, and his unchanging expression received the gifts from everyone below, which was the noble indifference and domineering spirit of those who had been in the top position for a long time.

He didn't answer Wang Fatzi's words, but if someone with a heart looked closely, they would find that there was a monstrous anger hidden under those wise eyes.

His gaze swept condescendingly over the people below, and after a slight pause on Wang Fatzi's body for three seconds, he finally stopped on Jiujiu's body.

His gaze did not carry any emotion, but it made Wang Fatzi feel like he had been passed by cold water, and everything was clearly seen by the other party, which made his heart tremble, and even his body kept trembling.

This feeling was like a fourth-order Dou King cultivator like him was as small as an ant in his eyes, and he was not worthy of letting him do anything at all, just one look could make him disappear.

This is the legendary Fighting Saint powerhouse, the first warrior of Mochizuki City - Leng Xiao!

Awe and fear magnified several times in everyone's hearts, and some of them who were unstable and not firm enough were even shrouded in his gaze, and instantly knelt on the ground with weak feet, not even daring to look up.

Those who could still stand were also trembling, unable to meet his gaze at all, and all bowed their heads in fear.

Jiujiu's heart was shocked, her blood was boiling, this was her uncle!

As he examined those three seconds, she met the gaze of the man in the air.

"Xiao Jiu'er, are you okay? Are there any injuries? Leng Xiao set his eyes on Jiujiu's body, and the worry in his eyes was clear at a glance.

Jiujiu's body shook slightly, this is the feeling of being cherished by relatives.

Wang Fatzi was shocked by Leng Xiao's words, his face was like ashes, cold sweat was like rain, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

His youngest son is gone, how can he let go of this hatred, even if this dead girl is Leng Xiao's acquaintance, he doesn't want to give up.

However, under Leng Xiao's expressionless face and faint gaze.

Wang Fatzi admitted that he was stunned at this moment, and he felt that there was a cold glittering knife hanging on his neck, which made him cool from his scalp to his toes.