Although Xiaoluo subconsciously put on the veil at the same time that the door was kicked open, her appearance was still glimpsed by everyone who came in, especially the white-clothed folding fan boy who walked in the front, his eyes were squinting a line, and his originally handsome and gentle face showed a trace of greed, and her whole body was full of breath, silver and silver!

Lu Weiyang looked at the white-clothed folding fan boy who kicked in the door, his face was high, there was no one in his eyes, and the three-inch young man hiding behind him happened to meet his eyes, and shrunk his neck in fear, and the dozen or so thugs with big shoulders and round waists next to him all looked hateful, with a murderous aura, obviously they all had a few lives on their hands.

Lu Weiyang frowned tightly, this white-clothed fan boy made himself feel disgusted at first sight, the reason was not only that the other party was the most dangerous in the field now, but also that his intuition told him that under the other party's glamorous appearance, there must be a belly of male thieves and female prostitutes, and he couldn't help but be secretly vigilant, and the aura quietly spread all over his body, and the other hand involuntarily grabbed Xiaoluo's nervous little hand, and was ready to run away at any time.

"Little Taoist, give you a chance, send the woman behind you over, and this son will give you a good time, and leave you a whole corpse!How about it?"

The voice of the white-clothed folding fan boy was a little sharp, like a duck that was choked by the neck, brush! He opened the folding fan, his right wrist shook slightly, and his eyes looked at Xiao Luo behind Lu Weiyang undisguisedly and obscenely, because of the frightening glance that had just come in, he had an uncontrollable possessiveness that spread throughout his body, and the first reaction in his mind was to get her at any cost.

Lu Weiyang was not angry, and replied very plainly, this was learned from the third senior brother, and his joy and anger were invisible.

"This son, do you mean that no matter whether I hand over the girl behind me or not, I will die?"

The white-clothed fan boy squinted at Lu Weiyang and showed a disdainful smile.

"Little Taoist, do you think that in the current situation, you have a chance to choose? blame yourself for not having the ability, and you have to learn from other people's heroes to save the beauty, for the sake of your face, judge yourself!"

Lu Weiyang didn't care about the other party's ridicule, he became more and more calm, and held Xiaoluo's hand more steadily, calming down the scared Xiaoluo.

"That's not to talk about!"

The white-clothed folding fan boy was too lazy to pay attention to Lu Weiyang's question, and as soon as the folding fan was closed, he waved his hand gently, and the black-clothed bronze eight-rank thugs behind him rushed towards Lu Weiyang.

Looking at the thugs who rushed towards him, it was false to say that he was not afraid, Lu Weiyang's first plan was to run away, but he was not happy with the face of the white-clothed fan-folding boy, and while covering Xiaoluo's eyes with his hands, he whispered in his ear.

"Don't be afraid, close your eyes and count a hundred times in your mind! If I haven't returned to you yet, count another hundred. ”

After speaking, Lu Weiyang let go of Xiaoluo's hand and stepped forward, leaving half-inch footprints on the bluestone paved ground, covered with green aura on his hands, and a brisk step to meet the rushing thugs.

When the white-clothed folding fan boy saw the green aura on Lu Weiyang's hands, he was a little surprised, and then his face showed hideousness and jealousy, like a demon crawling out of hell, extremely terrifying, suddenly, his expression returned to normal, and he smiled, gentle and elegant, because Lu Weiyang's cultivation was too low, because he was about to die.

Just when the white-clothed folding fan boy secretly wished that one day he could also strangle an attribute monk, boom, a black figure flew past his body, and a large human-shaped hole appeared on the wooden wall behind him, what was the situation just now?

When the white-clothed fan boy looked at the center of the battle, there were already seven or eight of his subordinates lying on the ground rolling their eyes, salivating at the corners of their mouths, obviously not knowing, and Lu Weiyang was unharmed, facing a fist that hit his head, his head was sideways, and he dodged it very neatly, his right hand was clenched, covered with green aura to counterattack, and he hit him heavily on the stomach, touching! The clothes on his back were instantly torn, and the saliva at the corners of his mouth could not be stopped, and he stopped in place in the shape of a shrimp, waiting for Lu Weiyang to take away his fist and slowly fall down.

Seeing this situation, the remaining thugs in the outer circle didn't dare to step forward at all, and they all stepped back, and Lu Weiyang didn't rush to kill them all, after all, these thugs just obeyed orders, looked at the culprit in white, pointed with his hand, and then hooked.

"The voice of the male duck, I don't like you earlier! I am not only high and inferior, but also life and death!How about it?"

The white-clothed folding fan boy was poked by Lu Weiyang in the foot, his voice has always been his own pain, and he squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Lu Weiyang as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Okay! Stinky Taoist, never die!"

In order to survive in the world for a long time, the most important thing is that it is related to their own interests, and they will carefully cultivate potential geniuses, these geniuses will not break through the realm before the age of fifteen, and take heavenly treasures every day to nourish the body, and lay an unusually solid foundation, when they start to practice, they naturally cannot measure their combat effectiveness by the realm.

And why is the white-clothed fan boy so arrogant, it is because his brother is such a cultivated genius, but he never thought that he met another one today, if he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, who would have thought that the gray iron nine pins would beat a group of bronze eight pins like beating their sons, and they had no power to fight back, and now they have offended the other party to death, like this kind of demonic genius, without considering the forces behind him, he should be killed as soon as possible, so as not to have many dreams at night.

The white-clothed folding fan boy's face was like frost, he couldn't hide his killing intent towards Lu Weiyang, his anger sank into the dantian, and the aura slowly entered the folding fan in his hand, shining brightly, it turned out to be a spiritual soldier!

When Lu Weiyang saw this, he didn't dare to slack off, his brows were furrowed, his right hand held the hilt of the iron sword on his back, brushed, pulled out an inch, and entered the spiritual energy, which also had a light on it, obviously also a spiritual soldier.

Just when the saber was tense and on the verge of triggering, Lu Weiyang took the opportunity to pull out a sword of about seven inches and was stuck, I'll go! Fairy tales are all lies, you can't pull it out at all when fighting with a sword on your back, and the only advantage is that it looks good!

"Wait, let me pull out my sword first!"

Due to Lu Weiyang's pause gesture and his embarrassing drawing of his sword, the atmosphere that was originally full of gunpowder became a little off, and the white-clothed folding fan boy who stepped out of his foot stumbled, but fortunately he didn't fall, quickly stabilized his body, his face was angry, and he pointed at himself with a finger.

"Look at me!"

"What do you see?"

Lu Weiyang found that he couldn't pull it out like this, so he put the sword on his back back into the sheath, his hands naturally drooped, the corners of his mouth turned up and smiled evilly, and he asked at a very timely time, and then waited for the next step from the white-clothed fan.

"Like a fool?"

After Lu Weiyang finished saying the word "yes" in the white-clothed folding fan, he pulled the slipknot of the rope that tied the iron sword behind his chest, stretched his left hand back to catch the falling iron sword, and his right hand already held the hilt of the sword.

"No, it's so much nonsense!"

With a sword roar, the sword was out of its sheath, and Lu Weiyang made a move of the immortal to point the way and stab the throat of the white-clothed fan.

The white-clothed folding fan boy tried his best to press the anger, and people are the most jealous and impetuous, need to be careful to overturn the boat in the gutter, look directly at the iron sword that stabbed, and wait until three inches away from the throat, the folding fan is blocked, ding, the fan is against the tip of the sword, the left foot involuntarily stepped back, an inch deep into the ground, and leaked the power that Lu Weiyang transmitted, the surface is light and calm, but the heart is horrified, just gray iron nine products have such power, they are like this, no wonder to hit the bronze eight products like beating the son, but such a demon, let alone keep him, the heart is ruthless, push hard。

The three-inch young man who had already hid to the side looked at the helper he had found, and took half a step back in the first fight, obviously falling behind, and sighed in his heart, did he overdo it?

Lu Weiyang was pushed by the white-clothed folding fan boy, and took advantage of the situation to distance himself, feeling in his heart that the strength of this silver product is nothing more than this, there is a lot of water, and the strength is not twenty tons at all, at most fifteen tons like his current self, it should be a vain realm piled up with pills, since this is the case, it will be a quick solution.

Lu Weiyang flicked the blade of the sword with his hand, made a crisp sound, and said to the white-clothed folding fan boy opposite.

"I have a sword like a dream bubble, do you dare to take it?"