In those years, the cultivators we cut together

As soon as these words came out, there was a deathly silence in the wing room!

Li Miaoxin almost burst out laughing out loud.

And the little fat man was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Lin Xiaolu, who was a head shorter than him, and trembled angrily.

How dare this country boy scold him!

The senior brothers of Jiuying behind him were also very angry, and the tall and thin monk who was the leader said with a gloomy expression: "The new disciple of the Zhaixing lineage is very arrogant?"

Li Miaoxin folded her arms and snorted coldly: "What's the matter? You want to bully the little with the big? Bully my junior brother? Zhao Zhipeng, you Jiuying are too shameless!"

The monk called Zhao Zhipeng did not respond to Li Miaoxin's words, but looked at Lin Xiaolu with a threatening sneer.

"I don't dare to bully the little junior brother who picked up the stars. I just want our new disciple of Jiuying to compete with your new disciple who picked up the stars. How about it?"

"Fart!" Li Miaoxin was completely angry, pointed at Zhao Zhipeng and cursed loudly: "This little fat man is at least ten years old, my junior brother is only seven years old, you are clearly bullying the young with your big ones! You really don't even want your face! "

As soon as these words came out, the other monks behind Zhao Zhipeng sneered and retorted:

"Junior Sister Li is wrong, isn't it true that when we practice, how can we talk about age?"

"That's right, the competition depends on the age, and you are not afraid of being ridiculed."

"Junior Sister Miaoxin, if you don't dare to learn from each other, then don't dare, our Jiuying's senior brother won't laugh at you~"

A group of people were bustling and laughing, their presumptuous voices made even Hou San'er who was holding the spiritual food outside the wing room feel harsh.

Li Miao's jade face was full of anger, she gritted her silver teeth and said angrily: "Both my junior brother and your junior brother have just entered Emei, have not yet started to practice, there is no spiritual power in their bodies, they are both children, we don't care about age when we compete! You are really shameless!"

Seeing that Li Miao's angry hands were trembling, Zhao Zhipeng sarcastically said sharply, "Junior Sister Li, don't worry, if you don't dare to compete, don't dare~ What a big deal~"

After finishing speaking, he patted the little fat man on the shoulder and said: "Little Dan, senior brother will take you back to publicize it well. You are also a new disciple, and the disciple who reaches the stars doesn't even have the courage to compete with you, hahahaha~"

The fat man also smiled when he heard the words, looked at Lin Xiaolu who was a head shorter than himself by three years, raised his head arrogantly, turned around and was about to leave with Zhao Zhipeng.

"What do you mean by sparring with each other?"

Just when everyone was about to leave, Lin Xiaolu suddenly asked.

He and his sister are still too young to understand the meaning of sparring.

When Jiuying and his party heard this, they all burst into laughter, making Li Miao's chest heave with anger.

"Hahahaha, the new disciple who picks up the stars is fine, I don't even know how to compete, hahahaha~"

"I thought it would be some kind of genius to accept a pair of disciples after 20 years of reaching the stars, but I didn't expect it to be an idiot."

Zhao Zhipeng also covered his stomach with a smile, looked at Lin Xiaolu and snorted: "The sparring is a fight between you and my junior brother, understand?"

Lin Xiaolu nodded in bewilderment, then blinked his big eyes and asked curiously: "Then when can we compete?"

"Anytime." Zhao Zhipeng replied impatiently, shaking his hands. He originally came to find fault this time. Now that his goal has been achieved, he doesn't want to waste it any longer. He wants to go back and publicize that the new disciples of the Zhaixing lineage are cowards.

And the moment he just finished answering, Lin Xiaolu suddenly picked up the white jade porcelain pot on the table, and smashed it at the white and fat little fat man in front of him!

With a crisp sound of "哐!", the porcelain pot shattered into pieces, and the little fat man screamed and fell to the ground, his face flushed with blood!

This scene shocked everyone, and they all froze in place for a while.

But they were stunned. It didn't mean that Lin Xiaolu was stunned. When the little fat man covered his face and screamed, the seven-year-old kicked him without any hesitation, rolling the little fat man all over the ground, tears, nose, blood and blood Flow everywhere.

While kicking, Lin Xiaolu was still cursing: "Cry, cry, cry, you cry, you don't even ask who you offended, and you even sparred with me, who started beating people when I was in the womb, mother! Bazi!"

Behind him, Xiao Yu'er, who was wearing a bellyband, blinked her bright eyes full of childlike innocence, and sat on the stool dangling her little feet, quietly watching her brother beat someone.

This kind of thing is not surprising to her. In order to protect herself from being bullied, her brother used to fight with those older children in the village. He always paid attention to being quick, precise and ruthless.

"stop!"

The little fat man was about to be kicked to death, and only the people around him came to their senses. Anxious, Zhao Zhipeng raised his hand to teach the kid in front of him. Li Miaoxin was ready to stop him when he saw it, but Lin Xiaolu was not afraid at all. The moment Zhao Zhipeng raised his hand, he grabbed Picking up a broken piece of porcelain from the teapot, squatting in front of the crying little fat man, pointing the piece directly at his eyeballs, then raised his immature face to look at Zhao Zhipeng and said:

"What do you want to do?"

Zhao Zhipeng froze for a moment, looking at the sharp ceramic piece in the boy's hand, his half-raised hand just froze there, hesitantly daring to move.

He is only a monk of the third level of Qi Condensation, and he is not sure that he can save the little fat man unscathed.

Li Miaoxin was also taken aback, her beautiful eyes looked at Lin Xiaolu full of surprise, her little junior... looks so fierce.

The room suddenly became strangely quiet, only the crying of the little fat man continued.

After a while, Zhao Zhipeng took a few deep breaths, his chest was heaving violently, and said angrily:

"Okay, your new star-catching disciples are doing well. I will definitely report this matter to the Law Enforcement Hall, and you will be punished!"

He pointed at Lin Xiaolu and yelled angrily: "Beat up your fellow disciples wantonly, without discipline or respect, you are finished!"

He said a lot aggressively, but Lin Xiaolu didn't show any panic, and there was no wave on his palm-sized face, but after he finished speaking, he said lightly, "Xiao Yu'er."

"Brother." The little girl called sweetly behind him.

"Just now I asked this senior brother, what does it mean to learn from each other, what did this senior brother say?" Lin Xiaolu stared at Zhao Zhipeng and asked.

"Brother said that sparring is a fight." Xiao Yu'er replied in a childish voice.

"Then... when can we fight?" Lin Xiaolu asked again.

Xiao Yu'er smiled and said, "Senior brother said that it can be done at any time."

Zhao Zhipeng's expression turned ugly immediately, but the other brothers behind him retorted for him: "Then you still use weapons!"

"Fighting with weapons, isn't it fighting?" Lin Xiaolu continued to ask unhurriedly.

The Taoist choked suddenly, his eyes widened and he couldn't answer.

And Zhao Zhipeng also reacted, he stared at Lin Xiaolu and said angrily: "Using weapons will kill people, which is different from fighting!"

"Then... is he dead?"

As soon as the calm words came out, Zhao Zhipeng choked again, his whole body was filled with anger, his finger pointing at Lin Xiaolu couldn't stop shaking, but he couldn't answer.

In the end, Lin Xiaolu suddenly grinned and said with a sweet smile: "Brother, who will win this time?"

Zhao Zhipeng's body trembled. For some reason, he felt a trace of fear in his heart when he looked at this young man who had not started formal cultivation.

Seeing that he was silent, Lin Xiaolu's smile disappeared suddenly, and the sharp porcelain piece in his hand slammed down!

"I ask you who won!"

The blood-stained little fat man looked at the tiles so close in front of him that he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move at all, and he broke down and cried loudly: "You won! You won! You are my father! You are my father!" !"

After finishing speaking, a foul smell came from the crotch of the little fat man.

He was scared to pee...