Shen Diansheng looked up, but saw that it was a little girl in a pink shirt who had just stepped into the kendo crowd, this girl was about eleven or twelve years old, but she was five feet tall, combed two balls, and her immature face had already revealed a trace of feminine softness.

The girl saw Shen Diansheng looking at herself, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, her brows furrowed, her little face pulled, and she raised her hand to hit Shen Diansheng, but her hand was raised high, but it seemed that she had thought of something, and the raised hand never fell, and the words became when she came to her mouth: "Look at what to see, and then look at your eyeballs." ”

Shen Diansheng knew that it was impossible to please him in his own name, so he didn't care, and glanced at the girl lightly and turned his head away, sitting and watching what the little girl wanted.

"Grandpa said it! So what? Do you want to learn from others to be strong even if you are a stinky little girl?" The big-mouthed monk looked at the few people who had come with the girl, and saw that they had no intention of standing up to help, and his courage grew.

"That's it, you little girl who hasn't grown any hair, let's go home and drink milk!"

"Little girl, this is not the place for you to come, let's go back to your mother!"

The monks gathered around the big-mouthed monk and mocked one after another.

"It's you!good!good!good!" The little girl said three good words in a row, but her little face was flushed, obviously angry to the extreme.

The little girl raised her hand, and a long pink whip appeared in her hand, and with a flick of her backhand, the whip sounded in mid-air.

The monks, when they saw that the little girl was about to make a move, had even more disdain in their eyes, and mocked: "Come on, come on, little girl, fight here." ”

Before the words fell, I saw a flash of red light in the air, and the monk who called the most fierce screamed flew out upside down with his mouth covered, and the blood in the air had not yet landed, and when I saw the red light flash, a pink whip shadow wrapped around the monk's neck.

The monk's face was flushed, his tongue sticked out from the elder, his two big hands grabbed the whip on his neck, and his legs stomped desperately, and in a short time his face turned red and white, and the strength of the struggle became smaller and smaller, until the monk stopped moving.

The little girl shook her wrist, like throwing garbage, and threw the monk's body in front of everyone.

All this is a long story, but in fact, it is just a matter of a moment, everyone saw this little girl's long pink carving, but when they started to move, they said that they would turn their faces, and they would kill people if they said that they would kill people, and they were really vicious.

Everyone took out their weapons one after another, and one of the monks drew his sword and stabbed, and the sword shadow flashed between the shots, and the move was close to the little girl's vital point.

The little girl was not in a hurry, her left foot took a half step back, and her right foot was raised and stepped on the back of the sword monk's sword, and she looked at the sword monk provocatively.

The sword monk, his face turned red, he exerted force under his feet, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, his face was flushed, and it was obvious that he had used twelve points of strength, but the long sword seemed to have taken root at the feet of the little girl, and he didn't move at all.

The little girl didn't give him a chance anymore, and the whip in her hand shook and wrapped, so that the sword monk's neck, his left hand pulled, only to hear a crisp bone cracking sound come out, so that the sword monk did not struggle and whimpered.

The little girl kicked the corpse of the sword monk into the air, causing it to fall in front of everyone.

raised his eyebrows, stretched out his slightly immature little hand and pointed at everyone, and said crisply: "Let's go together!"

"It's too much deception! I'm fighting with you. Everyone shot one after another, and for a while, the light shone brightly on the sword path, and all kinds of exercises flew together, illuminating this dim sword path as bright as day, and the deafening explosion continued to echo in the cave.

After the light passed, the voice dissipated, and the little girl was still standing in place, her face was not red or panting, and even the corners of her clothes were not messed up, but her feet were covered with corpses, and the red blood continued to spread and flow along the cracks of the slate, and in a short time the whole slate was dyed blood red.

The big-mouthed monk looked at the scene in front of him in horror, his upper jaw and lower jaw collided incessantly, and his body trembled like chaff.

Trembling asked, "You... You... Who the hell are you? Do you know I'm... Be... The people of the Thousand Machines Pavilion! You... You... You... Can't kill me, kill me... Qianji Pavilion will not let you go. ”

In fact, not only the big-mouthed monk who was present to see this scene, no one dared to underestimate this little girl anymore, Shen Diansheng also had to look at the little girl in front of him again, he found that the moment he just made a move, he couldn't see through the strength of this girl.

This shows that this girl's strength is at least above him, you must know that he is now the strength of the God Transformation Realm, if this girl's strength is higher than his, this girl has at least reached the ground line, the twelve-year-old ground line? Thinking about Shen Diansheng, he felt dizzy, this is really a genius among geniuses.

"What's the matter? Seeing that Miss Ben is not good at bullying, she began to measure the background?" The little girl gently waved the pink leather whip in her right hand, and smashed it on the bluestone slate one by one, and the threat was self-evident.

"Tell you, compared to the background, this Tianting Miss Ben really hasn't been afraid of anyone, Miss Ben is Hou Ruolan, if Tianji Pavilion is brave enough, even if you go to Hou's house to find me, Miss Ben will accompany you at any time. ”

Hearing Hou Ruolan reveal his identity, the big-mouthed monk's face was as dead as ashes, he knew the power of the Hou family in the Heavenly Court, such a behemoth could not be said to be dead one by one of his small disciples of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, that is, the master of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion died here, I am afraid that the Heavenly Machine Pavilion would not dare to say a word clearly.

Seeing that the long pink whip was getting closer and closer, the big-mouthed monk's face was as dead as ashes, and his eyes were closed, obviously accepting his fate.

Just when the red light was about to wrap around the neck of the big-mouthed monk, a white folding fan flashed in front of the red mang, and the red light rolled back, but it did not hurt Hou Ruolan but gently fell into Hou Ruolan's palm.

Obviously, the people who came didn't want to hurt Hou Ruolan.

The white shadow flashed, and a seven-foot-tall, white-clothed Pianpian Jia Gongzi appeared in this sword, the white-clothed boy was handsome, folding the fan and shaking gently, walking in this sword, as if he was strolling leisurely, as if the sword intent coercion had no effect on him at all.

Shen Diansheng's pupils shrank, and his heart beat wildly, the person who came was obviously a master, who could be dissolved at will like this, the person who hit Hou Ruolan was at least above the ground line, and he looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, one or two years younger than himself, and he was obviously a peerless genius who was not born.

"Who dares to meddle with Miss Ben's business?" Hou Ruolan was obviously used to being domineering, and when she saw that someone dared to stop her from killing, her brows were furrowed, her small mouth was high, and she was obviously angry.