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His anger, his strength.

Everyone can accept it.

but.

Why does your fifteenth-year-old grandson also have such a terrifying talent?

It's only three years old this year.

He actually has the cultivation base of the array state!

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chat skirt.

[Peach Blossom Island Little Fairy]: "Little milk baby is doing well, sister supports you!"

[No parking fee]: "Little milk baby has a man in charge, awesome!"

【Sect Master Yunlan】: "The small body looks infinitely tall at this moment!"

[Mortal Han Paopao]: "Courageous and responsible, the little baby is doing well."

【Great Ming Taizu】: "Haha, Dangfu is a big white!"

Seeing the little milk baby taking the initiative to stand up, the skirt crew members talked a lot.

They all have a sigh that my son has grown up.

[I want to hit ten]: "Little milk baby is so troublesome at the age of three, and my son can only play with mud at the age of five."

[I want to hit ten]: "Don't say anything, brothers, I'm going to beat my son right away."

Ye Wen glanced at the live broadcast room, and then at Ye Zhun who was playing at the side.

Immediately stood up, grabbed it and spanked it.

"Wow wow..."

The little boy Ye Zhun was stunned by the beating, and started crying.

[The Omnipotent]: "Ah... three seconds of silence for Ye Zhun!"

Seeing this, Ye Qingmei couldn't help but collapse.

[Little Fairy of Peach Blossom Island]: "Good guy, I'll just call him good guy."

[No parking fee]: "Then what, I suggest you use bamboo branches, brother Ye, which will hurt the skin but not the bones."

【Sect Master Yunlan】: "Ahem, the building is crooked!"

【Da Ming Taizu】: "It's time to discipline. Trees don't grow up, they don't run straight, people don't beat them up."

Seeing this, the skirt crew even yelled and gloated.

[Innate Human Race Su Huang]: "Ahem, let's see the little milk baby show off his supernatural power."

This is how happy sand sculpture skirt friends are?

Seeing this, Su Huang didn't know what to say.

........

in the field.

"good good good good!"

When Shi Tianzhong heard the words, his face flushed immediately and he applauded loudly.

"This is the grandson of my Great Demon God, good job."

"Hao'er, you go ahead and make a move, Grandpa will fight for you!"

"This old guy in a skirt, it's time to teach him a lesson."

"Come on, make trouble with him!"

Shi Tianzhong quickly understood what his grandson meant.

He, Shi Tianzhong, is an adult, and he took action against Prince Wu's Mansion.

It will seem a little impersonal.

But Little Milkman is different, he is just a three-year-old child.

No matter how noisy it is, it's just children playing around.

Moreover, the little milk baby is the one who suffers after all.

He wants revenge and takes back what belongs to him.

This is a matter of course.

No matter who came, he couldn't say no.

The most important thing is, if Wu Wangfu loses.

What face do they have to live in this world?

In this way, these old fellows in Prince Wu's Mansion can be better humiliated!

"Father, Hao'er made a move..."

Shi Zilin was a little worried.

"Yes, Dad, Hao'er is only three years old..."

Qin Yining was even more worried.

The couple forgot.

My son is no ordinary three-year-old.

It's a big monk with an array environment.

It is enough to be crowned king in this stone country.

They are concerned about it, and they are confused.

"Father and mother, the son knows the seriousness and will not act recklessly."

Before Shi Tianzhong could say anything, the little milk boy replied.

"That's right, Hao'er is already a great cultivator in the formation realm!"

Shi Tianzhong had a proud expression on his face.

"A mere Prince Wu's Mansion... how can I stop Hao'er?"

After a pause, a look of disdain appeared on his face, and he snorted coldly.

"That's right, look at my memory..."

Hearing this, Shi Zilin couldn't help being stunned.

The expression is even a little unnatural.

Lao Tzu is a king and strong man in the array.

The son is also a strong king.

Only he was caught in the middle, but he was neither comparable nor inferior.

That kind of taste is really uncomfortable for a batch!

"Husband..."

Qin Yining seemed to feel Shi Zilin's mood.

He reached out and took his husband's hands.

Give him tenderness, give him encouragement.

...

in the field.

Su Huang looked at this scene and frowned.

He stretched out his hand and made a move, and a bright divine light emerged from the center of his eyebrows.

The Qianyuan sword, the middle-grade Xiantian Lingbao, appeared.

"Little milk boy, I will lend you this sword!"

Su Huang handed over the sword.

After all, the little milk baby has no experience in fighting with others.

If you use your bare hands, it is really possible to capsize in the gutter.

"Okay, thank you Brother Su."

The little milk boy did not hesitate, and reached out to take the long sword.

"Om..."

Messages came from the blade of the sword, pouring into the little milk baby's mind.

But it is the usage of this sword, and some precautions.

Seeing this, the little milk baby couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

"Uncles and uncles, I am 450 Shi Hao."

Holding a long sword, the little milk boy stood in front of him, looking at everyone in Prince Wu's residence.

A childish voice sounded and echoed in the imperial city.

"Let Brother Shi Yi come out, I'll make a deal with him!"

His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Xiao...Xiaohao, Grandpa knows I'm sorry for that incident back then."

Seeing this, Shi Yuantang squeezed out an ugly smile on his old face.

"Grandpa thinks this way, the thing has already happened, let it pass."

"Xiaohao, do you think it's okay?"

He lowered his head, looked at the little milk baby in front of him, and said kindly.

After that, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the little milkman's head.

"Back off!"

The little milk boy gave a cold drink and warned.

What cats and dogs, can you touch his head?

"you..."

Shi Yuantang's face turned cold and became very ugly.

"Don't be shameless, I'm your great grandfather, do you still have a little tutor?"

"Is that what Old Fifteen taught you? You don't know any manners at all."

One after another, the big hats were put on the little milk baby's head involuntarily.

"I'll say it again, let Shi Yi come out."

The little milk boy was not shaken by his words, and said calmly.

"I won't let him out, how do you treat it?"

Shi Yuantang pulled his face down and sneered.

He didn't believe it anymore, how could a mere three-year-old be so strong?

What kind of formation environment does not exist at all.

It's nothing more than being strong on the outside and doing things in the middle to scare people.

"It can be done again and again, but it can't be done again and again."

"I'll say it one last time, let Shi Yi come out."