"You...... You ......"

Yang Wuving's face was extremely ugly, blue and white, and besides, his current body was relatively weak, and he couldn't get up for the time being. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What are you, you're like this, and you still want to speak?" I advise you to save your energy," Red Boy said in an arrogant tone.

Then, the red boy strode to a few meters in front of Yang Wuyi, bowed his head slightly, stared at Yang Wuving's slender eyes, and said:

"Yang Wudi, weren't you quite proud just now? Okay, stand up and fight me now!"

"Red boy, don't bully people too much. ”

Yang Wushu said word by word. He was recovering his demonic power, but the speed at which his demonic power was recovering was slow, which made him both helpless and anxious.

"Humph!"

The red boy let out a nasal voice, and then said in a cold voice:

"I haven't forgotten that just half an hour ago, your father wanted to kill me, but in the end it was self-defeating and was taken away by the law enforcement team of Ten Thousand Demon City. You're not the son of the king of the shell. ”

What the?

My dad was taken away by the Ten Thousand Demon City law enforcement team?!

How did I not know?

No!

It can't be that way!

It must be the Red Boy who is lying to me!

It's all nonsense made up by the red boy!

Yang Wudi slowly comforted himself in his heart, he was not willing to accept this fact at all.

Yang Wushu put all his hatred on the head of the red boy, and said viciously: "Red boy, I don't believe your nonsense! One day, I will make your life worse than death!"

When Yang Wushu said this, the sound of heavy breathing was as long as accompaniment. His body was so weak that it was difficult to even speak, not to mention, this was a sentence that he was full of hatred.

"Oh?

Red Boy raised his eyebrows, and he naturally heard Yang Wu'er's unwillingness and hatred.

So, the red boy slowly squatted down, grabbed Yang Wuving's head, raised his hand and slapped Yang Wuving's face.

Syllable!

After a loud slap, a small slap print suddenly appeared on Yang Wuving's blue and white face.

"Boy, you wait for me! My father won't let you go!"

Yang Wuving's eyes showed a fierce light, but he was powerless to resist. At this moment, he is like an ant in front of the red child, and he may be crushed at any time.

Syllable!

The red boy waved his backhand and gave Yang Wushu another slap.

The red boy sneered and said:

"It's useless, then you call your daddy!

This time, blood oozed from the corners of Yang Wuving's mouth, which was particularly eye-catching.

At this time, in the main hall built for the high-level leaders of the Ten Thousand Demon Conference, a huge image transmission board truly presented the situation in the ring of the Jindan Division in front of more than a dozen elders wearing robes.

Wang Jingtian smiled with his eyebrows, and whispered in the ear of the sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect: "Lu Yin, how is it? My vision is good, this kid has already decided to join my sect." ”

"Sedum, did you really convince Red Boy to join the Holy Demon Sect?"

Heavenly Demon Sect Leader Lu Yin couldn't believe his ears a little. He knew that the Holy Demon Sect had gone to great lengths to persuade the Red Child.

"Of course, it's just that the ceremony of entering the sect hasn't been held yet. ”

Wang Jingtian felt that these ceremonies were not important, the important thing was that his sect had included such a demon among geniuses.

When Lu Yin heard this, his expression was a little complicated, and he stared at the miserable appearance of Yang Wushu being taught by the red boy on the image transfer board, and sighed softly.

Yang is invincible, Yang is invincible!

If it weren't for the fact that your father Yang Yue donated a few rare swords in the Demon Realm to the Heavenly Demon Sect, how could our Heavenly Demon Sect decide to let such an immature demon enter my sect?

Although you are still a little talented, you are far from this red boy.

To be honest, Lu Yin had the idea of accepting the red child into the Heavenly Demon Sect, but after all, he was still a step too late.

"I guess I don't have this fate. ”

Lu Yin sighed secretly in his heart.

Wang Jingtian noticed Lu Yin's dejected appearance, because he had a little friendship with Lu Yin, so he didn't have any sarcastic thoughts. He patted Lu Yin on the shoulder, then changed the topic, looked at an elder of the Divine Demon Sect, and asked:

"Why didn't the Phantom Rain Immortal King of your sect come to watch the game?"

"The Phantom Rain Immortal King said that he went to retreat and cultivate. ”

The elder paused and said.

"He's in retreat?"

Of course, Wang Jingtian will not believe it.

The laziness of the Phantom Rain Immortal King is obvious to all the immortal kings. Ever since the Phantom Rain Immortal King became a saint, I don't know if he has only been able to retreat and cultivate once in peace for millions of years.

"How is it possible? Phantom Rain must have seen that Chu Zihan couldn't compete, and he was silently sad in his own hall!"

A straightforward fairy king said quickly.

As soon as the words fell, the elder of the Divine Demon Sect threw a fierce white eye at the immortal king.

Seeing this, the Immortal King showed a sharp eye, and was about to make a move against the elder of the Divine Demon Sect, but was stopped by Wang Jingtian:

"Le Yu, don't make extraneous branches. ”

When the Immortal King saw the sect master speak, he immediately put away his edge.

Wang Jingtian's face was heavy, he didn't know what was going on, and a trace of bad premonition suddenly crossed his heart.

In the ring, Yang Wushu was still lying on the cold table, his whole face was covered by the red boy's slap prints, red and swollen.

"Yang Wudi, you should admit defeat to Lao Tzu, right?"

Red Boy pinched Yang Wushu's chin with a small hand and said.

"No...... I...... I'm dead...... Also...... No...... Don't throw in the towel!"

Yang Wuving's breath was weak, and he struggled to say every word.

"Hehe, it's quite backbone!"

The red boy threw Yang Wuving's chin, and Yang Wuving's chin slammed into the hard table with a "poof".

Yang Wuving's face instantly distorted a few points, and his expression was extremely painful.

He had tried to stand up before, but each time he had just gotten up, he was slapped by the red boy and fell to the ground.

There's really no resistance left.

Red Boy turned to the referee and said with a smile:

"Referee, this guy is no longer good, declare me win. ”

As soon as these words came out, Yang Wushu seemed to return to the light, and stood up "poof", secretly pulled out a treasure handed over to him by Yang Yue, the king of the shell, and silently recited the mantra.

Who knows, the red boy has already sensed, and when Yang Wushu has not finished reciting the mantra, he suddenly turned around, rose into the air, and with a dashing meteor foot, Yang Wushu flew out of the ring in the form of a parabola.

In the place where Yang Wudi fell, several cracks were very eye-catching.

The red boy stood in the ring and smiled shallowly.

The referee's body trembled slightly, he trembled and walked to the side of the red boy, held the red boy's delicate wrist, and then slowly raised it, and said:

"This one, Red Boy wins!"

Red Boy smiled, obviously feeling that the referee's palms were full of cold sweat. (To be continued.) )