socalfunplaces Chapter 410
Chapter 410
"Brother, you are too outrageous now."
Yang Xiruo shook her head, and the purple lightning spear in her bare hands was sharp.
All the young geniuses around retreated, their eyes full of fear.
Young Master, you can mess with anyone else, you really pissed me off.
"Girl!"
"Calm down!"
Yang Tingjun's expression changed, and he quickly stretched out his hand to stop her: "He might die if you shoot him!"
The sickly young girl handed out the spear in her hand, as fast as thunder and purple lightning.
"Fuck, it's really a stab!"
Yang Jinghong exclaimed,
The pupils of the five elders and Yang Tingjun shrank, and they raised their hands to stop him, but they were still a beat late because of the distance.
"Kacha!"
The rope that tied Yang Jinghong's ankles upside down broke, and the hard and upright non-mainstream golden hair hit the ground, and his head was directly inserted into the floor.
"Huh——"
Yang Tingjun and the elders couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
At once, the anger towards Yang Jinghong, the traitor, subsided a lot.
"Hey!!"
"Sister, I knew you loved me the most."
Yang Jinghong supported himself on the floor with both hands, flipped back and stood up, casually brushed his yellow hair upwards, showing his big golden teeth, which made the elders want to rush up and give him another big slap.
What the hell, this guy doesn't look like a young master at all.
Yang Xiruo retracted her spear, tightened her moon-white cloak, moistened her white lips, and coughed lightly: "Apologize to the elders! How can you let the elders drink your filthy stuff?"
You girl, why do you mention it again!
The elders' mouths twitched, their throats itched, and they felt like vomiting.
Yang Jinghong bowed obediently: "I'm sorry, seniors, I shouldn't have asked you to drink such precious boy's urine."
"Get lost!"
The hot-tempered red-faced Fourth Master Yang kicked Yang Jinghong on the butt.
He kicked him to pieces.
This kid is a typical sorry, I'll dare to do it next time.
Yang Tingjun snorted coldly, and the whole audience was silent.
He asked seriously: "Jinghong, do you think Luo Fanchen really has the strength to compete with your sister?"
"Please remove the 'ma'."
Yang Jinghong pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other.
Just when everyone was puzzled, he raised his head and said with his nose:
"No one in the world can be my brother-in-law's opponent."
"Not even my sister."
All the high-level officials of the sect were numbed by this traitor, and their teeth were itching with anger.
Yang Tingjun resisted the urge to kill his own brother for the sake of justice, and gritted his teeth and said:
"Luo Fanchen is only a Soul Master now, and he is more than 20 levels behind Xiruo. Even if he can defeat the geniuses of the Canglong Empire, how can he be your sister's opponent?"
Yang Jinghong shrugged and grinned:
"I thought so at the time, too. I am 17 levels ahead, so I have the advantage."
"As a result, my brother-in-law beat me so hard that I didn't even recognize my biological father. He almost thought I was his son."
"Rebellious son! Speak properly." Yang Tingjun was almost unable to hold back.
Yang Jinghong spread his hands: "Isn't my description vivid?"
"You should praise me."
The son was completely useless and could not be counted on. Yang Tingjun shook his head and looked at the caring little cotton jacket, the sect's first female gun god, "Xiruo, what do you think of this person?"
"Ahem."
Yang Xiruo took off the silk handkerchief, and the bright red was like a cuckoo crying blood, pitiful.
"Since my brother recognizes Luo Fanchen so much, he must have some merits."
"I just hope he really has the talent to put enough pressure on my daughter and hone her spear skills."
Yang Tingjun nodded slightly, and Fourth Master Yang frowned and said:
"I think Luo Fanchen is okay, after all, his level is slightly lower."
"The one Xiruo should be most careful of is the Holy Son Huang Yan of the Temple of Light."
"He has only practiced for two years, but he has already broken through to the level of Soul King. His twin martial souls are the top-level Fiery Angel Martial Soul and Big Sun Candlelight, which are extremely strong and yang."
"That's right."
"You should be most careful of this person!"
All the elders and the family geniuses nodded.
The name of the Holy Son Huang Yan has long been spread to all major forces, making people afraid.
"Holy Son Huang Yan?"
Yang Jinghong was not happy, and said indignantly: "Compared with my brother-in-law, that kid is nothing. Do you believe that my brother-in-law can beat him to a pulp in the competition?"
Yang Tingjun scolded: "Be careful with your words! Silly boy, do you know what you are talking about?"
Yang Jinghong rebelled and said: "Why don't we make a bet that my brother-in-law is invincible."
"If my brother-in-law wins, shouldn't we change the names that we have been calling each other for so many years?"
Yang Tingjun was so angry that he gasped and pointed at his nose and cursed:
"Rebellious son, if you lose, get rid of this little yellow-haired boy and the big golden teeth for me, and be a good son in the future."
"OneIt's a deal! Let's sign a document. "
After that, Yang Jinghong took out a pre-written bet from behind like a magic trick, and even took out a box of red ink.
Everyone's mouth twitched. This kid must have planned it in advance.
Before Yang Tingjun pressed his handprint, he hesitated a little and looked at his beloved.
"Xiruo, is it okay?"
Yang Jinghong was anxious: "No way, you are not doubting my sister's soul emperor-level gun combat power, you don't trust your own daughter, you beast!!!"
"Rebellious son, you wait!!!"
Yang Tingjun did not doubt him. No matter how he thought about it, that kid could not win the world championship. He pressed the red handprint in front of everyone.
"Brother. "
Yang Xiruo called out softly, and Yang Jinghong, who was very happy, immediately cast her eyes over.
"You have an idol outside, and I won't stop you."
"But you must never mention the matter of your brother-in-law again. I am devoted to the pursuit of the way of the gun, and I have no interest in the affairs of men and women."
"Let's not talk about whether the person you mentioned can give me enough pressure. If I want to choose a husband one day, I will only choose the man who beats me in the way of the gun. "
Yang Jinghong's face fell when he heard the voice, and he secretly said in his heart that it was not good.
It's over!
The cooked brother-in-law is going to fly away, but brother-in-law doesn't have a gun spirit.
You can't just use that gun to make up for it.
Yang Jinghong was really anxious.
If his brother-in-law was taken away by another coquettish bitch, wouldn't he cry to death?
Without further delay, it's time to develop a drug that can completely stun his sister.
At the same time, the Xuanwu Empire, the Dark Temple, the Ten Great Sects and other hidden sects also received the information and learned for the first time that The name Luo Fanchen from Qianlong City won the individual championship of the Canglong Empire.
In the dim hall filled with a pungent smell of blood.
At the end was a terrifying statue hidden in the darkness, with an unclear face.
A round table stood in the center of the hall, and the seven thrones were empty.
Three figures wearing blood-colored masks like evil spirits sat in the shadows, silent, like dead bodies, strange and eerie.
"Kacha——"
The door of the hall opened, and a figure walked in...