blogombal Chapter 790
Chapter 790
The roar of the Three Senses Fairy Child resounded on the stage. Yang Jinghong's show of skill made his scalp numb. His dark history was exposed in public.
Even Luo Fanchen laughed in surprise and stood aside to watch the fun.
This kid is so mean. Is it natural or did he learn it from someone?
Yang Jinghong looked at Yang Mie who was trying to stop the projection and smiled: "I still like your unruly look just now. Please recover."
Yang Mie roared: "Yang Jinghong, don't go too far!!"
"Good, good." The little monk walked to the front while chewing on the pig's trotter and said incoherently: "Donor Yang Mie, Young Master Yang is the monk's younger brother. If you want to do something bad, you must get through the monk first."
Are you still thinking about recruiting this young master as a lackey?
Why do you repay kindness with enmity!
Yang Jinghong glared and punched the monk in the head from behind.
Backstabbed teammates and attacked friendly forces.
"Get lost, who are you, I only have one big brother in my life."
The monk turned around and looked at Yang Jinghong distressedly: "Donor Yang, if your hand hurts, just cry if you want to."
Yang Jinghong felt pain in his fist, gritted his teeth and endured it, secretly wondering what the monk's head was made of.
The young monk took a bite of the tender pig's trotter and said sincerely: "Donor Yang, monks don't lie. I am really more powerful than your elder brother. I will keep you safe. You take me to eat and drink."
Seeing Luo Fanchen looking at him, Yang Jinghong quickly expressed his loyalty, distanced himself from the young monk, and raised his hand to refuse: "How dare you compare with my elder brother? Don't think about it. You can't even compare with one of his fingers."
The warriors naturally knew who this unruly young master Yang was. Thinking of the genius who died young, they couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
However, objectively speaking, they really felt that Young Master Yang was bragging and exaggerating the facts.
After all, the strength of this young monk is obvious to all. Even if Luo Fanchen is alive, he is still a little young. How could he practice to fight with the peak of the eighth level so quickly?
If it is really so easy to leap,
why is there no soul master below the eighth level in this competition except Li Qing?
It is quite common for low-level spirit masters to leapfrog, but at high levels, especially above level eight, it is extremely difficult to leapfrog. When everyone thought of this, they looked at "Li Qing". It still felt like a dream. A level six spirit master actually made it to the top three in the four major military districts. It was too fantastic.
The little monk refused to give up and tried to sell himself to Yang Jinghong earnestly.
Yang Jinghong covered his mouth with one hand, "Eat your pig's trotters. Otherwise, if my eldest brother hears it in the afterlife, he will not give you a big head and a small head, and blow both of them up."
Yang Xiruo spat secretly, with a dangerous look in his eyes,
Brat,
Act,
Keep acting.
"The little monk has boundless Buddhist teachings and is fearless. He is least afraid of ghosts. If he meets me, he will suffer."
Yang Jinghong patted his shoulder and shook his head:
"Very good, very energetic, this young master is optimistic about you."
He has already started to pray for the little monk, because he saw that Luo Fanchen had listened to all these words without missing a word, and his eyes were very kind and kind.
"Damn it, stop talking, turn it off!"
The three-conscious fairy boy was still roaring, but he was already hoarse and too weak.
"This secret sect heir, you don't want to see this kind of video circulated in the future, so keep a low profile and don't say that we mainlanders are rubbish all the time. If you don't want to lose face, this young master will eat you for the rest of your life."
Luo Fanchen's mouth twitched,
Good guy, you pretended to be the one who beat me.
This Japanese young master, please hold back.
The Three Senses Fairy Child surrendered, but before leaving, he sneered at Luo Fanchen:
"It's true that I lost this battle, but I don't accept it."
"You just relied on the power of your special treasure. If we fight with real swords and guns, you won't be my opponent."
"I think your treasure can probably resist spiritual attacks. You're lucky, but your luck will end in the next battle. I'll wait for you below."
Young Master Yang roared: "Okay, this kid dares to pretend."
"Third Master, hurry up, record it!"
The Three Senses Fairy Child glanced at Yang Jinghong with disdain.
It doesn't matter, just record it casually. He won't make a fool of himself this time.
Third Master Yang was also puzzled: "What's so good about recording this? What Yang Mie said is right. Li Qing did rely on the power of the secret treasure, but this is a military competition, and the secret treasure is also a part of strength. However, it is indeed dangerous to fight against the people behind."
While speaking, he deliberately glanced at the little monk who was eating and drinking. This guy is definitely not ordinary.
"Third Master, please record it." Yang Xiruo advised.
Third Master YangHe was stunned, looking at the weak, delicate, classical and intellectual Yang Xiruo in disbelief, and said with a wry smile:
"Just spoil him, this kid is spoiled by you."
Then he looked at Yang Jinghong, "You kid, the Third Master has already recorded it for you."
Yang Xiruo looked strange, my goodness, who is spoiling the child, she has always implemented the policy of beating the younger brother as early as possible.
Yang Jinghong was very happy to see his sister speak for him, and then his body was shocked.
Wait!
Did my sister find out that Li Qing is Brother Luo?
Did I behave very obviously, I disguised it very well! ! !
He secretly looked at his sister and found that Yang Xiruo looked at him with a smile, and thought to himself that it was not good, it was bad.
It was exposed.
Yang Xiruo looked at the distant Fengying area and saw Luo Fanchen accepting the flattery of Xiao Fengxian and Feng Shatian. Her eyes seemed to be disappointed and sad.
If it was really him,
why didn't he look at himself more?
Suddenly, it occurred to her that they didn't seem to have such a deep intersection, and when her brother tried to match them up, she was the one who refused.
For a moment, Yang Xiruo sighed softly in her heart,
What's the use of thinking about these things? She is already dying, and there are not many years left to live. There is no medicine to cure her.
"Ahem."
After a light cough, the beautiful white handkerchief was stained with a striking azalea red.
Suddenly,
there was a noise around, and everyone stared at the ring with their eyes wide open. Yang Xiruo turned her head and looked, and her lips trembled slightly...