God Level Demon

"What kind of justice?"

Xia Ping glanced at him: "He wants to find me to learn, the result is defeated by me, you still want to be fair?!"

"Defeated? Then why did the brothers become like this, they were beaten by this virtue, and they broke hundreds of bones, and they almost died." A group of Lingyun disciples gritted their teeth.

They have never seen any discussion, and it will make Bian Haifan become like this, and it will kill people.

Xia Ping spread his hand: "There is no eye, and who knows that he is so crisp, he will be disabled with a punch. If I knew that he was so weak, I would be lighter."

He shrugged, and he was very innocent, not his fault.

Hearing this, the group of Lingyun disciples were even more angry, and their noses were mad at the smoke. The **** said everything, clearly ridiculing them that Lingyun’s disciples were weak and vulnerable.

Many Qiankun disciples are full of comfort. Just now this group of Lingyun disciples was so horrible that they were scornful. They also despised their strength and lost the face of Qiankun. Now the feng shui turns, this is karma.

"Bastard!"

Bian Haifan is even more angry and clenched his fists, especially the Lingyun school's saint Ye Mengyao. In this place, he feels extremely embarrassed and feels humiliated. He actually let the goddess see his own shameful appearance.

He simply couldn't wait to rush to fight with Xia Ping.

"quibble!"

A Lingyun female disciple asked: "It’s a good thing to defeat the younger brother, but why you still kill his mount, this is too much."

"There is no way to do this. This ancient fierce beast is hard to be tamed. It still wants to kill me. I have to kill it. I am purely self-defense." Xia Ping said lightly.

"Is it still baked?"

Xia Pingdao: "Waste utilization."

"you!"

A group of Lingyun disciples were half-dead and roared at Xia Ping.

"What are you, not convinced, there is a kind of battle with me." Xia Ping pinched his fist, and he did not care to play another group with the Lingyun disciples.

Bian Haifan and others bite their teeth and want to fight with Xia Ping.

"All right."

At this time, Ye Mengyao stood up and prevented this group of people from doing things, because she could see that Xia Ping’s strength is not simple. If this group of people do it, it is mostly a painful part.

After all, the strongest of these people is Bian Haifan. If he loses so badly, there are other odds.

"Xia Shidi, since you want to contest this, do you want to play with me?" Ye Mengyao looked at Xia Ping, revealing a smile like a smile.

Upon hearing this, many Lingyun disciples were overjoyed. They knew the horror of Ye Mengyao's strength and were praised as the most powerful virgin of Lingyun.

Just joining the Lingyun School for three hundred years, her cultivation is enough to compare with the older generation. It is unfathomable. It is said that her strength has reached the legal situation, and it is about to impact the thunder.

If Ye Mengyao shot, he could blow this kid out.

"Aunt, do you want to face? This is just a freshman's discussion. You come here to mix something, and go." Xia Ping despise, he can also see that Ye Mengyao's martial arts realm is extremely high, far beyond himself.

Fighting with such people is clearly a search for abuse. He is not so stupid.

Aunt? !

Ye Mengyao is squirting and suffocating. She is the first time in her life to hear someone talking to herself, and her smile will solidify.

When the words came out, everyone was dumbfounded, the scene was silent, and the look of Xia Ping was weird. I have to say that this guy is really owed.

Who does not know that Ye Mengyao is a generation of peerless saints, dressed in white, exudes extraordinary temperament, like the fairy descending from Yaochi, glamorous can not be square, everyone is moved by such beauty.

However, this product says that people are aunts, what is the look, what aesthetics.

"Xia Ping, what are you talking about, who is the aunt?"

"If you can't beat it, you will start a personal attack. It's shameless!"

"Ye Shijie is only three hundred years old now, and she is an elf. She lives very long. If she really turns up, she is seventeen or eight years old. He is aunt, what is your look?"

"Apologize, just apologize to me."

"Can you talk, have you seen what a real aunt looks like?!"

"My God, actually said that Ye Shijie is aunt, your family is aunt."

A group of Lingyun female disciples were mad, and Mei Hao roared Xia Ping, and almost all of them spurted fire. Ye Mengyao was the teacher who was extremely admired by them, and there was a rogue that destroyed Ye Mengyao.

They are arrogant and can't wait to beat the madman.

As a woman, whether it is beautiful or not, it is the most taboo that others say that they are old, and that they are still young girls of the 18th year. They are actually said to be aunts, and the clay figurines will be angry.

"Well, come out and mix, when you are old, you have to recognize it. What kind of tenderness you still have, you don't say that you are eighteen years old, all three hundred years old, and it is enough to be a ancestor." Xia Ping despised, "This is Is the matter of our young people blended with your older generation?"

"Ha ha."

Ye Mengyao sighs, Rao is her indifferent state of mind, has been cultivated to the realm of Pinggu, but also by Xia Ping these words are enough.

She feels that she is rarely angry in her life, but she can provoke her anger, and it is almost invincible with the big swindler. No, it is much more invincible than the enemy.

At least that invincible did not appear in front of themselves, and the **** appeared, and still owed it.

"Xia Shidi, I think we still have to learn from each other. This is not a contest between our peers. It is a predecessor. I am afraid I need to give you some necessary guidance and care."

Ye Mengyao smiled and laughed. She wanted this product to know how to offend a woman. In particular, she would offend a woman who was careful and watched. If she didn’t beat her, she wouldn’t give up.

Bian Haifan and others gloat, let the **** swear, now something is wrong, offended their sister Ye Mengyao, where there is any good end, will be a lesson.

But before leaving Ye Mengyao, Xia Ping immediately shouted: "Elders, some people are making troubles in Qiankun, there are aunts who bully and bully, and this year the aunt is shameless, don't you come out to manage it?! ”

His voice is like a loudspeaker. It suddenly spreads over thousands of miles. The sound waves are solidified and passed around, almost within the range of sound waves. Everyone can hear clearly.

what? !

A group of Qiankun disciples were stunned, all of them were shocked. They didn't expect this to be so shameless. They couldn't beat them. They also called the helpers directly, and asked the parents to come over. It seemed that they were not embarrassed at all.

Ye Mengyao is also forced.

"what is wrong."

A slamming sound, at this time, there was a trace of emptiness in the void, and immediately an elder came out from the void, kindly and kindly, and it was a great power of thunder.