The person who came was not good, and Twelve felt resentful in his heart when he heard about it.

The little beggars have itchy twelve teeth, these people look very young, how can they have more sense of superiority than those people on Zhelong Mountain.

"Little doll, isn't it uncomfortable? This world is like this, without strength, no one will look up to you. "Black Mist.

Twelve didn't say a word, he and his grandfather were not rich, but they were also self-sufficient by their own skills.

"You still have a grudge, little bastard. "The face of the speaker is as white as a shoehorn, and his eyes are crooked, and he does not look very evil.

"Can I hit him?" Twelve asked Black Mist.

"Whatever you want. Black Mist said disapprerovingly.

"Get out!" The twelve storms rose, and the qi that was still cultivating in the body suddenly flipped up, like a raptor crossing a river, turning over the river and the sea at the twelve meridians.

After the battle of Zhelong Mountain, the qi in the twelve bodies underwent a fundamental change, and it was stained with cyan light.

"Cut!" The mean man saw the twelve who shot in, and with disdain in his eyes, he let a Fu doll he brought step forward to stop him.

"Okay, Fu Ge. "That doll is about the same age as twelve, and I think I came out to practice.

At this moment, he set up his newly learned moves, to attract the spiritual power of heaven and earth and build a defensive shield.

"Miscellaneous, this is the gap between the side line and the lineage!" he said confidently.

How could my physical body break through my aura shield, unless a martial arts master came.

Twelve came up with a full blow, and the qi in his body was like a dragon crossing the river, and the dragon's head went straight to the outside of his fist.

Bang! The so-called aura shield was shattered.

The little doll that stood in front of the mean man was knocked straight into the air.

"How is this possible?" Fu Wei exclaimed, the kid next to him actually cultivated his own Fa and achieved a small success.

Twelve strikes back away, and the child appeared unconscious.

"It's comfortable. After all these years, I still prefer this direct approach. Fist to flesh. But I can see that you still have the strength, and you haven't broken a few bones, and you haven't hurt your internal organs. It's too merciful. Black Mist muttered.

The woman didn't expect Twelve to be so strong, and she was a little at a loss for a while.

"Damn. Children are not light or heavy, I want to educate you well for your parents. The mean man was annoyed as he watched the child he was caring for fall into a coma.

A few female dolls, standing aside, were not afraid, but had a slight praise for Twelve.

Big sparkling eyes, as if to say.

"Well done little brother! I've wanted to hit him for a long time!"

Twelve stared at the man named Fu Ge. The breath was mentioned again, and Twelve wanted to test the strength of this Fu family's disciple.

"Don't try again, you can't beat him. Others have been cultivating for more than ten years, and their anger is like a yak. It may be slightly inferior to the young man on Folding Dragon Mountain, but it is more than enough to defeat you. "The black mist pours cold water.

Twelve sighed lightly, he also knew that he punched on the spur of the moment just now for his own blood, and he couldn't let outsiders underestimate him, which was what his grandfather had been telling him.

People live for a breath, avoid accidents, and can only go around in circles.

"Fu Ge, there are rules in the family, and you can't make a move on the juniors. Don't you remember?" the woman asked.

"Hehe, you see that the good things he has done hurt people's lives, he should pay for it with blood!" Fu Ge said.

But he was fine, he just fell asleep. The woman continued.

"Just because he's a sideline, you're going to target him like this?"

Fu Ge was silent when he heard this.

"I don't want to...... No, I won't let the second Fu Wushuang show up again!, so, you give me a death!"

Suddenly, his aura skyrocketed, like a reckless beast.

"Jun Twelve, be careful!" the woman shouted nervously.

But it's too late, Fu Ge has already arrived.

Everyone saw that Jun Twelve was about to send Huangquan to death.

"Hammer!"

A sharp blade broke through the air, and Black Mist raised Jun XII's right hand, and at the critical moment, summoned the broken sword.

Fu Ge couldn't take another half step, his palm was constantly dripping blood. At this moment, his eyes widened in horror, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"You...... Is it a sword cultivator?!"