The Strongest Student in the City

With a slap, Yang Xiuhua was trapped.

The corners of her mouth were torn, blood spilled, slid down her chin.

I don't know how many teeth were broken.

However, it was a hot pain.

But Yang Xiuhua didn't react at this time, she was confused.

but.

She quickly recovered.

"Yes... I'm sorry!"

Yang Xiuhua bowed down, ignoring the wound at the corner of her mouth, and trembled apologizing to the young Wu Rui.

At this time, she looked very frightened.

She knows who is beating her, she knows her own life, in the eyes of this class, she may not be as valuable as a dog!

No one is afraid of death!

Gong Liangbo, who was standing next to him, was also frightened and bowed his head tremblingly.

When Yang Xiuhua talks to him, it is likely that he will be implicated.

Unexpectedly, the old man talked a few words in a low voice, and Yang Xiuhua got a big slap in the face.

other people.

Naturally, this moment was silent.

Even Wu Wansan and Ding Qiurui didn't dare to say anything, they could only bow their heads in silence.

It's Wu Dalang.

Seeing Yang Xiuhua was slapped in the face.

"He" hurried forward.

After all, Yang Xiuhua has followed "him" for the longest time, and is also one of the confidants.

Wu Dalang couldn't watch.

"Sorry, please calm down!"

Wu Dalang walked up to Wu Rui and personally apologized: "She is just a disciple of our Austronesian dancer with a different surname. She was born in a poor family, has no knowledge, and has lost her manners. Please don't worry about it!"

The humble posture shocked many dancers and disciples present, and at the same time they were full of disgust.

In the South Island.

What an identity is Wu Dalang, and has been regarded by many as the future Patriarch of the South Island.

But at the moment.

But humbly!

This has given many disciples of dancers a better understanding of the terrifying and supreme identity of cultivators.

Stand not far away.

Lin Tian raised his eyes and looked at Wu Rui who had hit Yang Xiuhua.

This guy has a familiar voice and a familiar appearance.

He thought about it a little bit.

Just remembered.

It was the young man who had stopped Wu Dalang and others on the ship that stopped them on their way from the Liuyun Fishing Platform on the West Ridge to the waters of the South Island. Wu Dalang is very respectful to him.

At the beginning, there was also a voice from the humble tribe.

Although it was not Wu Rui, the tone was too familiar.

Besides, Wu Rui communicated with Wu Dalang at that time, and he scanned it with his spiritual knowledge, but he still had some impressions.

but.

For such a scene.

Lin Tian felt normal.

Not to mention the present.

In his previous life, he had seen too many such pictures.

Even the lowest level of cultivation sect, if it is in the duny world, it will inevitably be such a prestigious blessing.

The disparity in strength, status, and vision allows even monks at the first level of the Qi Refining Period to be able to show off like a Heavenly King Lao Tzu in front of ordinary people!

Although Ding Qiurui and other martial masters are here, Wu Derong on the opposite side is his cultivation base in the early days of foundation building!

Really fighting against Wuzun is much stronger!

"Huh! This young man will naturally not care about such a cheap maid!"

Wu Rui yelled coldly and said, "The reason for the action is to replace the lesson, otherwise I don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick in the future, and I don't know how I died at that time!"

"What you taught!"

Wu Dalang bowed his head and replied respectfully.

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Yang Xiuhua, who was standing by, also quickly thanked.

See here.

Wu Rui's gloomy complexion only slightly slowed down.

Although they are all surnamed Wu, Wu Rui is a cultivator from Wuyishan who has passed on for thousands of years, and has a connection with Wuwanghai dancers, but I don't know how many thousands of years have passed!

So it doesn't really matter.

"This matter ends here!"

Wu Derong looked back at Wu Rui, then said lightly.

Wu Rui gave a chuckle, without saying more.

At this time.

Wu Derong's eyes fell on Gong Liangbo and said indifferently: "Gong Liangbo, you are too old, the junior doesn't know the occasion, why don't you know to pay attention?"

"Master Wu, **** old man!"

Gong Liangbo chilled all over, his old face twitched fiercely, and he hurriedly exclaimed and bowed.

He thought it was Wu Derong who poured his anger on him.

The panic in my heart can be imagined.

If the other party acts on him in anger, I don't know if my life can be saved!

"It's not that serious, just a reminder from my son!"

Wu Derong sneered and continued: "But seeing her talking to you, this son suddenly thought of something. Didn't your Jiugong Martial Arts Hall accept a little girl brought by her today? What is it called? Rong Muyun? This son looks like he likes it, and when you return to Wuwang City, this son will take her away! It's not bad to be this son's personal maid!"

This statement came out.

Gong Liangbo's old face changed suddenly, and his expression was a bit ugly.

The pretty face of Yang Xiuhua next to her sinks even more, a little at a loss.

Wu Dalang also stared wide.

"He" didn't expect Wu Derong to come out like this.

Although Rong Muyun's talent is not top-notch, but his temperament is good, he promised Lin Tian, ​​Mo Long and others to keep him in the dancer.

It is not a good thing to be taken away by Wu Derong now.

Perhaps for some people, being favored by Wu Derong and others, the Pakistan-Shanghai relationship has many benefits.

But, if Wu Derong can give it, if Rong Muyun is the dancer, will he be short?

After all, there is no talent for cultivating immortals, and following Wu Derong, it will only be a sheep's mouth.

The so-called maid, in addition to taking care of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, may have to be warmed up.

This is tantamount to a disaster for a simple girl who is ignorant and ignorant!

Dalang Wu thought of all kinds of things, and finally bit the bullet and said respectfully to Wu Derong: "Master Wu, that... Xiaoyun is a disciple of our Nandao dancers with a different surname. She is still young, she may not understand anything, she is clumsy, but only To make you angry! Why not, I will give you another person..."

"No! My son wants her! That's it!"

Wu Derong waved his hand to Wu Dalang and shook his head confidently.

Hearing this, Wu Dalang stopped and opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't dare to say much.

"What do you think you are? If you say you just decide, then you can decide like this?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from outside the crowd.

These words.

Extremely abrupt.

They were so scared that many people were trembling and scalp numb.

Especially Gong Liangbo, Yang Xiuhua and others, their faces changed greatly, and their expressions were full of anxiety.

They all knew that Wu Derong's temperament was extremely explosive.

Once you disobey, you may offend it!

Everyone on the deck.

Follow the prestige.

Dozens of eyes fixed on Lin Tian in the end.

After seeing Lin Tian, ​​Wu Dalang, Yang Xiuhua and others stared wide.

Both Ding Qiurui and Bai Xiying, who had received Lin Tian's favor, were full of anxiety.

Bai Xiying was the closest to Lin Tian, ​​and she didn't care about so much, she hurriedly whispered to Lin Tian: "Mr. Lin, they...they have an unusual background, you can't talk nonsense! Hurry up and apologize..."

She thought that Lin Tian didn't know how much Xianshan Sect existed, so she could only remind him anxiously.

But Wu Xiuming on the side showed ecstasy. He looked at Lin Tian as if he was looking at a dead person.