Princess Against the World

Yuwen Dongxu's voice was so loud that half of the people on the training ground could hear him.

In an instant, Ling Jiajun stopped and stood up, followed by a scolding voice.

They are the subordinates of the three generals of the Ling family, but they are not her scumbag servants, so she can't help but trample them here.

"Who is the pustule?!"

"That's right! I don't even scolding our brothers without urinating and taking pictures of my own virtues!"

"As a sissy like her, I can beat her with a single punch!"

"..."

All kinds of scolding continued, one after another.

Yuwen Dongxu did not stop him either.

Because these words are exactly what he wants to scold!

But as a teacher, always be reserved and reserved! ! !

If you can't scold yourself, it's quite relieved to listen to other people shouting a few words!

Tie Shi and Xiaoying glanced at each other, full of jokes.

The show is about to begin!

Ling Luoyu's eyes were leisurely, and the folding fan pointed lazily at one of the Ling Jiajun.

"What's your name?"

The man stepped forward, "Chenggang!"

"What did you scold Ben Shao for just now?"

Cheng Gang held his head high, not only without shame, but with a kind of heroic pride.

"Go back to what the third young master said! I didn't scold the young master, I just told the truth!"

"Okay! Then tell the truth and tell this young master again!"

Cheng Gang rolled his eyes and said, "I mean, since the third young master called us pustules, then tell us where we have pustules. Compared with the third young master, where are the pustules of the brothers?!"

Compared with others, it is okay to say that their cultivation base is low and too pustular.

A waste, also embarrassed to say that they are pustules!

"Oh!"

Ling Luoyu responded calmly, changed a comfortable posture, and collapsed in the chair like a stroke.

That posture - very flat! !

"Do you mean to say that as long as it is less than Ben, it is considered a pustule?!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Cheng Gang's mouth: "Third Young Master, your grade must be a bit low!"

With such a flat appearance, he could be smashed into the chair with one punch, and he couldn't even get up.

Ling Luoyu suddenly turned to look at Tie Shi: "Is this Shao's standard low?"

Tie Shi pouted, no evaluation.

With a light "tsk", Ling Luoyu got up and relieved his muscles and bones.

"Since you have set your goal on this young master, then this young master will play with you... so that you can understand where you are!"

Yuwen Dongxu stepped forward, his brows facing each other coldly: "Chenggang, arrogant! The third young master is spoiled, and he is a precious body, how can he bear such a rough punch? Skin!"

Ling Luoyu raised her lips: "Instructor Yuwen, you don't have to be here! This young master understands what you mean! It doesn't mean that if this young master is injured, my grandfather can't spare you! Is it possible that in your hearts, the great country is the kind of right and wrong. Indistinguishable little people?!"

She handed the folding fan to Xiaoying, and indifferently took out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve.

"Let's learn from martial arts, casualties are inevitable! If you can hurt me, I guarantee that no one will hold you accountable, and I will reward you with an Earth Spirit Pill! It can break your predicament at the ninth level of mystic spirit!!"

Cheng Gang's pupils couldn't help shrinking, he didn't expect Ling Luoyu to know his cultivation.

However, she wandered around here for three days, and she asked questions, so she didn't take it to heart.

What he coveted was the Earth Spirit Pill in her hands.

He has been trapped in the predicament of the Nine Levels of Xuanling for three years. If he can break through, any price is worth it.

What's more, it's just to beat this little white-faced waste master to blood.