Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

The tall man said fiercely: "So what if you scold you, your strength is low, what's wrong with telling you to do something, if you don't go, I will let you get punched!" The tall man and the three people behind him all hugged their chests and sneered.

"Eat your shit!" The little black man's temper was obviously very irritable, but his words immediately attracted a huge red mist fist.

"Be careful." Ding Wenlan quickly pulled the little black man away, and said with anger on her fair face, "Everyone is left-behind disciples, why must they be stiff?"

"Hahaha, little boy, you are really not ordinary stupid! I am stronger than you guys, so I have to do this kind of servant work, how can I labor my noble hands?" Seeing the two of them in a panic, the tall man ran away. , Can't help laughing proudly.

"You are only a ninth-level Xuanwang, what's so great, if you have the ability, go shout with Liu Jinhai!" The little black man spat hard on the ground.

"Looking for death!" The tall man was so angry that he threw himself at the little Hei. Ding Wenlan was very anxious, because the strength of the little Hei was about the same as him, at the peak of King Xuan's fifth level.

The little black man didn't want to hide anymore, a brown stick suddenly appeared in his hand, and he swiped at the tall man who rushed forward.

The tall man seemed to realize that the stick was a bit weird, so he quickly turned around and avoided it.

One of the three people behind the tall man asked in surprise: "What kind of stick is this?" Because they clearly felt the coercion above Xuan Wang from the stick, but they also knew that it was not the treasure of the demigod soldier.

"Hmph! Get out of the way! Don't disturb us!" The little black man snorted coldly and walked to Ding Wenlan's side.

"A single stick dares to be so arrogant, let's all go up together!" The tall man obviously had no face, so he waved his hand immediately, and the four of them went up together.

The stick of the little black man roared immediately, and Ding Wenlan was protected by him, but after all, the little black man was not very strong, and one of the three people behind the tall man was at the level of Xuanshen, so he quickly restrained the stick.

A guy at the eighth level of King Xuan slapped the little black man on the shoulder with his palm. Ding Wenlan was startled, and immediately shot, the wood-type mist rolled, but the whole person fell out after a touch, and fell directly into the fifth cell. In the stream, there was a splash of water.

There is no way to compare Xuanwang's eighth level to Xuanwang's fifth level, and Ding Wenlan doesn't have any decent weapons, so he was injured a little with one move.

"Ah!" The little black man here was successfully attacked by the tall man, and there was a sound of bones breaking from one leg, and he fell to the ground, and the stick was in the hands of the guy at the level of Xuanshen.

"The stick is good, but it's useless against Xuanshen." The guy immediately saw the clue, and looked ironically at the little black man half kneeling on the ground with cold sweat on his forehead in pain.

"Damn boy, I told you to be tough!" The tall man was still angry, and slapped the little black boy in the face with his palm.

The little black man was so angry that his eyes were red, he wanted to hide but couldn't dodge, he was slapped and flew out, and then landed on the gravel not far away, motionless.

The other family disciples who had been watching this side were all silent. Although they felt that the tall man was too much, no one dared to stand out. After all, they were not familiar with each other, and the four tall men were obviously in the same group.

Ding Wenlan staggered up from the stream, drenched and in a panic, when he saw the motionless little black man over there, he yelled in horror: "Xiao Hei!?"