The man in a black robe, with his hands on his shoulders, often stepped out of the carriage, and although he was of short stature, he made the whole person look very capable.

Liu Daoran nodded proudly, "That's the boy?" His triangular eyes turned and looked at Su Xiaoyu with disdain in his heart.

"Just break this boy's leg?"

Qian Fugui also looked at Su Xiaoyu in his eyes, with resentment in his eyes, he had long been unpleasant to Su Xiaoyu in school.

Su Xiaoyu not only ruined his good deeds repeatedly, but also took away his Jiang Xiaoliang.

Jiang Xiaoliang only belongs to him, and he can't let anyone get it. There is madness in Qian Fugui's eyes.

But today, Qian Fugui saw a picture of Su Xiaoyu pulling Jiang Xiaoliang's hand on the forum...... This is angry and rich.

He never thought that Jiang Xiaoliang would be willing to be stopped by Su Xiaoyu, a dead poor ghost.

Qian Fugui has pursued Jiang Xiaoliang many times during his studies and sent countless gifts, but without exception, these gifts were rejected by Jiang Xiaoliang.

Jiang Xiaoliang's attitude towards Qian Fugui has always been lukewarm, so he has no chance.

But Qian Fugui still believes that sincerity is the way to go, and the gold and stone are open.

Because he found that Jiang Xiaoliang's attitude towards other boys was also like this, this discovery suddenly made Qian Fugui, who had confessed countless failures, feel better.

But this morning, just this morning, Qian Fugui actually saw on the forum that Su Xiaoyu was holding Jiang Xiaoliang's hand.

Jiang Xiaoliang's bright face, who was being held by the hand, turned red, which made Qian Fugui go crazy with jealousy, and there was a raging anger burning in his chest.

Jiang Xiaoliang is a slut,...... Even Su Xiaoyu, a poor ghost, can be eye-catching.

Is there anything that is as rich and rich as Su Xiaoyu?

"It's okay, you'll be mine sooner or later." There was greed and obscenity in Qian Fugui's eyes.

"That's right, it's him, bothering Brother Liu to make a move." After Qian Fugui heard it, he said respectfully.

Su Xiaoyu frowned, his face turned cold, and he started to scold.

"Qian Fugui didn't expect you to kill your classmates in broad daylight."

When he spoke, Su Xiaoyu turned all his attention on the short, but lean middle-aged man next to Qian Fugui.

This man is weird, Qian Fugui shouldn't be stupid, so he brought this middle-aged man over.

You must know that Su Zhixin just now, but at the time of tea, those gangsters who killed Matt were beaten to the ground.

Su Xiaoyu's eyes looked around, and he really didn't find anyone else there.

Qian Fugui really only brought one person over, and this person was the middle-aged man beside him.

"Is there something strange about this man?" Su Xiaoyu clenched the card "Xiang Yu Descends" in his hand again.

Just as Su Xiaoyu looked at the man, the man also looked at Su Xiaoyu.

Looking at each other, Su Xiaoyu's heart suddenly felt a little cold, "What's going on?" The man's eyes were so faintly oppressive. He frowned, feeling uneasy.

The hand that squeezed the card tightened again, ready to tear it open at any moment.

Qian Fugui snorted coldly: "If you want to blame, blame you for offending me." ”

The short and sturdy man, a gleam flashed in his triangular eyes, and the corners of his mouth showed cruelty.

"Don't worry, I'll gently break your foot bones."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Daoran's figure burst out.

Seeing this, Su Zhixin threw the schoolbag to Su Xiaoyu, and also jumped with her little feet and rushed towards Liu Daoran.

The slender and fair-skinned long feet swept out and smashed into Liu Daoran's ears.

Liu Daoran's left hand was raised like an eagle's claw, grabbing Zhixin's bare feet.

Su Zhixin's face changed slightly, her left foot was also kicked out, and when Liu Daoran was defending, she pulled out her bare foot and stepped back.

"This man is troublesome." Su Zhixin's brows furrowed slightly.

Su Xiaoyu was stunned: "You can't beat it either?" To his surprise, Su Zhixin, who has always been strong, looked at Liu Daoran like a great enemy at this time.

Liu Daoran patted his cuffs and opened his mouth in surprise.

"I didn't expect that as soon as I went out of the retreat, I met other heirs outside the door."

He had just felt a breath of qi, an aura that only those who were also cultivators could feel.

With this qi, Liu Daoran could conclude that the girl in front of him was a yellow-level beginner!!

Knowing this, Liu Daoran shouted that he was unlucky.

When Liu Daoran was twenty-five years old, he once had a chance encounter and obtained a book of exercises, which recorded the mantras and methods for cultivating qi.

After getting this book and practicing this exercise.

A mysterious world was opened by Liu Daoran.

There was a group of people in this world.

This group of people is above the mundane and possesses all kinds of incredible abilities.

This type of person is called a cultivator!!

With this exercise, Liu Daoran knew that he was about to rise.

So he began to cultivate feverishly, and it took ten years to change from an ordinary person to a yellow-level middle-level master.

Just two days ago, he came out of retreat and finally ended his long ten-year cultivation career.

Liu Daoran knew that his strength was only the lowest existence among cultivators, but in the world, it was enough.

As long as he is obscene and does not kick the real iron, he can do whatever he wants in the world and enjoy a life of glory and wealth.

His purpose for becoming a cultivator was to have more money, better women, and the most expensive house...... Enjoy all that the world has to offer.

But at this time, Liu Daoran felt as if he had kicked the iron plate.

The girl with fresh short hair in front of her turned out to be a cultivator!!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of retreat, he met the descendants of other sects, which was really his grandmother's bad luck.

After getting that exercise, Liu Daoran also knew a lot of things that he didn't know before.

For example, some sects like to let their descendants walk in the world...

In Liu Daoran's opinion, Su Zhixin, who is young but has a yellow level, is likely to be the descendant of a certain sect.

Liu Daoran's triangular eyes narrowed, retracted his previous arrogance, and said with a smile:

"Dare to ask this young lady, which sect is the heir."

When Su Zhixin heard these strange words, her long-looking willow eyebrows frowned.

"What are you talking about, what sect, what descendants, you didn't escape from a mental hospital, did you?"

Su Xiaoyu was stunned when he heard Liu Daoran's words.

He thought he was secondary two enough, but he didn't expect that the short middle-aged man in front of him was more secondary two than him, and he opened his mouth and shut up, what kind of sect and heirs are they.

When looking at Liu Daoran, Su Xiaoyu couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Isn't this an urban novel that I've read too much, do you think this world is a city of cultivation??"