Yuwen Dongxu's voice was so loud that half of the people on the training ground heard it.

In an instant, the Ling family army stopped and stood up, followed by the sound of cursing.

They are the subordinates of the three handsome generals of the Ling family, and they are not slaves of her dandy good-for-nothing. She cannot allow her to mistreat them here.

"Who are you calling a pustule?!"

"That's right! How can you show your virtue by not peeing in the urine? How dare you scold our brothers!"

"I can beat a sissy like her with one punch!"

"..."

All kinds of angry and cursing sounds were heard one after another.

Yuwen Dongxu didn’t stop him either.

Because these words are exactly what he wants to scold!

But to be a role model, you should always be more reserved and reserved!!!

If you can't scold yourself, it's quite a relief to hear others yell at you!

Tieshi and Xiaoying looked at each other, full of banter.

The show is about to begin!

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

"May I have your name?"

The man took a step forward and said, "Chenggang!"

"Why did you scold me just now?"

Cheng Gang held his head high, not only did he not feel ashamed, but he felt proud like a hero.

"Reply to the third young master! I didn't scold the young master, I just told the truth!"

"Okay! Then tell me the truth and tell it to me again!"

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

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

A waste, but I have the nerve to call them pustules!

"oh!"

Ling Luoyu responded calmly, changed into a comfortable posture, and slumped in the chair as if having a stroke.

That posture - very flat!!

"Are you saying that anyone who can't compare to Ben is considered a pustule?!"

There was a touch of sarcasm on Chenggang's lips: "Third Young Master, your level is a bit low!"

With such a weak appearance, he could be flattened in a chair with one punch and unable to get up.

Ling Luoyu suddenly turned to look at Tie Shi: "Are my standards set low?"

Tie Shi curled his lips and refused to comment.

With a slight "tsk", Ling Luoyu stood up and relaxed his muscles.

"Since you have set your target on me, I will play with you...so that you can understand where you stand!"

Yuwen Dongxu stepped forward and exchanged cold eyebrows: "Cheng Gang, you are so impudent! The third young master was pampered and his body is precious. How can he withstand such a rough punch from you? If you scratch a little bit of skin, be careful that the Grand Duke will peel you off.

Skin!"

Ling Luoyu raised his lips: "Instructor Yuwen, you don't have to do anything here! I understand what you mean! Doesn't it mean that if I get hurt, my grandfather can't spare you! Could it be that in your hearts, the Grand Duke is the kind of right and wrong?

Are you an indiscriminate villain?!"

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

"In martial arts competitions, death and injury are inevitable! If you can hurt me, I guarantee that no one will hold you responsible, and I will also reward you with an Earth Spirit Pill! It can specifically solve your predicament at the ninth level of the Mysterious Spirit!!"

Chenggang's pupils couldn't help but shrink, he didn't expect Ling Luoyu to know his cultivation level.

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

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

He has been trapped in the ninth level of Xuanling for three years. If he can break through, any price will be worth it.

What's more, he just beat this pretty-faced good-for-nothing young master until he bled.
Chapter completed!