Miss Third: Secret Service Concubine

"Master, keep your eyes open and take a good look."

Jian Jian stood beside the egret, watching the old woman's eyes flash with an evil light, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

The old woman sat on the ground in pain, seeing the smile on Jian Jian's face, a bad premonition flashed in her heart.

"it is good."

Egret smiled shallowly, it turns out that Jianjian is also a very black-bellied one...

The rest of the people also looked at the sword beside Bailu with wide eyes, and they all wanted to see what the so-called elegant beating method was like.

Jianjian was firmly held in his right hand, and the fist of his right hand was surrounded by black light. This black light was like a black sun, emitting a strong vibration.In the middle of the black light on the fist, there is a black vortex, and that vortex is like an area in the abyss.

With a flash of his body, he flew in front of the old woman at a fast speed.

Kneeling down on one knee, Jian Jian violently raised his right fist and threw it at the old woman's right shoulder.

Jianjian's fist hit the old woman's shoulder, and everyone seemed to be able to hear the sound of bones breaking. Even in broad daylight, the sound was terrifying.

In the whirlpool of the sword hitting the fist on the old woman's shoulder, a small black sword suddenly rushed out.

The little sword pierced the old woman's shoulder, leaving a bloody hole before returning to the whirlpool on Jianjian's fist.

Standing up slowly, the gloomy black light on Jianjian's right hand gradually disappeared.

Patting the ashes on the hem of the black robe, Jianjian raised his head to look at Bailu with narrowed eyes and smiled slightly, "Isn't it very elegant?"

Look at his earnest look, as if this is a very, very elegant thing to do.

"what……"

The pain on her shoulders forced the old woman to scream, and the hoarse sound was like the sound of stones rubbing against each other.

As soon as the old woman let go, the red cane in her hand fell to the ground.

With her left hand covering the bloody hole on her right shoulder, the old woman twisted in pain on the ground.

And the elegant and cold Jianjian stood in front of the screaming old woman with a smile on his face. This scene was terrifying no matter how you looked at it.

The more you look, the more eerie it is!

Egret looked at Jianjian and twitched the corner of his mouth, how elegant is this?

It's even more savage and rough than her, okay?

Jianjian swept to Bailu's side, and looked at the sea-like people around Fengyangding.

He raised his hand and shaved the broken hair on his forehead, shook his head again, and said with a stinky face: "Sure enough, it's my uncle who is the most charming. Look at these people, they are all intoxicated by this wonderful man. of elegance."

Bailu looked at Jianjian helplessly, clenched his fist with his right hand and mercilessly punched Jianjian's stinky face.

Just when everyone thought that Bailu would say a few decent words, Bailu raised his hand, scratched his nose with his thumb, and said with a smile on his face: "What does it mean to be intoxicated by your elegance? I'm savage and rough."

Everyone was ashamed, and some even felt a flock of crows flying across the sky.

Sure enough, there is what kind of master there is what kind of weapon.

This level of narcissism and cheekiness is not only the best in the world?

Jianjian stood up straight and touched his face, his cold eyes were shining brightly.

He took out the mirror he bought at an unknown time from his clothes, put it in front of his face, and then raised his hand to gently stroke his own face.