Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

Feng Jiuxi just glanced at it casually. Unexpectedly, he almost lost his soul!

I saw a young man in Chinese clothes, who looked only seven or eight years old. Standing behind the small steamed stuffed bun, he suddenly condensed yellow spiritual power in his hand. The person he looked at was the small steamed stuffed bun!

"Son, be careful behind you!" Feng Jiuxi only shouted loudly in time, but the noise of the crowd was so loud that little steamed stuffed bun didn't seem to hear it at all, let alone aware of the danger behind him.

Seeing here, Feng Jiuxi was really worried. He quickly stretched out his hand and hurriedly wanted to rush away from the crowd.

But today, there were so many people in the street that she couldn't stop the boy immediately.

Yan Qing soon realized that something was wrong. She pointed her toes and jumped directly across the crowd, but the boy had already started first!

Everyone crowded together. No one noticed that someone would come out suddenly. When someone noticed something was wrong, he immediately shouted.

Seeing that the young man's blow was about to fall on the little steamed stuffed bun, fortunately Biyun was quick-sighted and handy. "Be careful, young master!" she said, pushing the little steamed stuffed bun to the side!

The steamed stuffed bun was fascinated. It was pushed away by people and rolled on the ground several times, wrapped in soil.

Before he could react and get up from the ground, he heard a disdainful voice from above his head.

"Hehe, this is Pluto's cheap son. He is so vulnerable. He still wants to enter our Jinglin college. Dream!"

The little steamed stuffed bun was unhappy at this. He got up and patted the soil on his body, looked up at the man in front of him, "who are you? How do you know I'm going to enter Jinglin college? Why do you say I'm vulnerable!"

As soon as the voice fell, the boy raised his hand and coagulated his fingers, and quickly gave out a blow! He looked only seven or eight years old, but his yellow aura was very mellow. Passers-by exclaimed that the boy was not old, but he was already a yellow spirit!

"This seems to be the son of general Hou of Zhenbei, Wu Yichen. I heard that he is now the most powerful young student of Jinglin Academy."

Just when people thought that the three-year-old child would die, they saw that the little steamed stuffed bun was not afraid at all, and his palm condensed orange aura. However, the great difference in strength still made his little body retreat and his face blush.

Even though he was obviously down, many passers-by were more surprised than just now.

"God, the child is only three years old. He is also an orange high-level spirit!"

Indeed, an eight year old Huang Jieling is powerful, but a three-year-old orange Jieling is even more rare!

When Wu Yichen saw his orange aura, a huge shock appeared in his eyes.

He thought he was already a talented person, but he didn't reach the level of orange level spirit until he was six years old, but the father said he was a child with an oil bottle, and he was even more talented than him

Thinking of this, Wu Yichen showed some jealousy in his disdainful eyes.

There can only be one excellent person. He will never allow this child to really enter Jinglin academy and surpass himself!

Wu Yichen pulled out the sword of his entourage and stabbed directly at the front of the steamed stuffed bun!

The sword flashed, and the steamed stuffed bun couldn't dodge. Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand to resist, and the palm of his hand was cut in an instant.