Cheng Jialin sneered: "Yellow-mouthed child, ignorant woman, I hope you can still be arrogant under my [Wind and Flame Palm] for a while."
Muyan flipped her wrist, and the Qijue Sword slowly appeared.
However, before she could make a move, a small figure stopped in front of her.
A little doll carved from jade, with pink skin and ice blue eyes like crystal clear sapphires.
The whole person is cute like an angel who fell into the world by mistake.
But his little face was tense, and his whole body exuded a cold and oppressive pressure.
At first glance, people almost forget that this is just a child.
"Mother, you don't need to teach these people a lesson, Xiaobao can do it for you."
The crunchy little milk voice, but the words that were spoken were so crazy that they were completely defiant.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then a burst of laughter broke out at the scene.
"Did my ears hear me wrong? This milk doll actually said that he would teach us for his mother?"
"Hahaha... baby, are you weaned yet? Don't you still wet the bed at night?"
"I didn't expect this female devil to have a son at such a young age. This little doll is so beautiful, but I didn't expect to be worse than the female devil!"
Cheng Jialin sneered: "Miss Jun, don't let your son get in the way here, hit him fast!"
Muyan looks down at Xiaobao.
Suddenly, he leaned back and sat casually on the roof.
A faint smile slowly curled up at the corner of his mouth: "Xiaobao, don't be too harsh on these uncles and uncles. If they are broken, it will not be easy for mother to cure them."
Xiao Bao nodded with a sullen face, raised his hand, and the evil sword, which was about the height of his body, appeared in front of his eyes.
The five or six-year-old milk doll, holding a sword about his height, looks soft and cute.
No matter how you look at it, it's cute, and no matter how you look at it, it doesn't match the battle.
The people below laughed even more madly.
"Is this Jun Muyan out of her mind? Is she really going to let this milk doll come out to fight?"
"Is this really my own mother? She is so cruel that she even wants to kill her own son!"
Even the defending champion couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Looking at the little baby who couldn't even hold a sword firmly, he hesitated to speak: "Miss, if it's not convenient for you to make a move, why don't you let your subordinates come down."
The butcher and Tietou below also shouted: "That's right! Who dares to disrespect you, Miss, we beat them until they don't even recognize their father!"
But Muyan said indifferently: "Don't underestimate my little treasure! It's more than enough to deal with this group of mob."
Cheng Jialin said with a sullen face: "Jun Muyan, are you looking down on us?"
Muyan: "Do you look down upon it? You'll know if you've beaten it?"
Cheng Jialin and those cultivators who crossed the tribulation couldn't bear it anymore, roared angrily, and rushed towards the roof.
Of course, the target of their attack is not Xiaobao, but Muyan.
Although most of the people in the gravel hill were desperadoes, they really wouldn't attack a child.
However, it's not waiting for them to get close to Muyan.
A terrifying sword light shot straight into the sky.
It knocked everyone to the ground except Cheng Jialin.
The little boy carved in powder and jade was suspended in the air, holding a long sword in his hand.
Pointing at Cheng Jialin with a cold flashing sword tip, his expression was cold and disdainful: "I said, you are not worthy to fight with my mother!"
Fuck! !
Lying in a big trough! !
Those monks who were overthrown to the ground almost wanted Sparta.