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1689 No one wants to touch our nephew II

Even without the evil sword, Xiaobao only lost to Yun Ruohan, Qin Jiu and Leng Yumo, who were the most powerful in combat.

Ling Yusheng was barely able to tie with Xiaobao due to his speed.

Chu Moli was not good at fighting and had never been interested in fighting, so he did not participate in the competition with Xiaobao.

Therefore, Luo Yu became the only one who was beaten by Xiao Bao regardless of whether he had a sword or not.

Luo Yu almost burst into tears, "Sixth Senior Sister is not a bully like this! Even if you are so powerful, why would you be so perverted when you give birth to a son! Where can I, the Seventh Senior Uncle, put my face in the future?"

Xiaobao remembered that his mother told him not to bully his uncles and uncles too much, and also remembered that these uncles and uncles bought him good things.

So he walked forward with a sullen face and patted Luo Yu on the shoulder, "Uncle Xiao Qi, don't cry, keep working hard, and hold on to one more cup of tea next time."

"Hahahahahahahaha!" The others in Xiaoyao Sect burst into laughter.

Leng Yumo hugged Xiaobao and kissed her, "Oh, Xiaobao, you are so cute!"

Xiaobao's face was red, he was dodging left and right, and Leng Meng shouted coldly, "Men and women are not allowed to kiss each other, Fourth Master, let go!"

There was a new round of laughter in the square.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden buzzing sound, and the evil-repelling sword suddenly flew out of Xiaobao's body without being summoned.

Xiaobao's expression suddenly changed, "Who is that person?!"

At almost the same moment, the six members of the Xiaoyao Sect were all ready for battle and looked towards a certain place in the void.

"What do you want to do when you come to our Yaoguang branch with your head open?" Leng Yumo shouted, "Get out of here if you can!"

"Hehe...hehehe, you are not old, but your tone is not small!"

"But I forgive your ignorance. Anyway, you will all be dead soon!"

While he was talking, he saw two figures in brown robes slowly appearing on the other side of the square.

Behind them were Li Zupeng and two boys in green clothes, and in the hand of one of the boys was a ball of "flesh and blood" that had long ceased to be human.

Seeing that mass of flesh and blood and Li Zupeng, everyone in Xiaoyao Sect suddenly changed their expressions.

Chu Moli's face rarely lost the gentle fake smile, and his low voice slowly sounded with a hint of coolness, "Liu Ruoxuan."

That mass of flesh and blood was none other than Liu Ruoxuan, who had been tortured to the point of being completely inhuman, unable to speak or move, with white hair on her head, wrinkles on her face, and even unconsciousness.

Gu Youchong snorted coldly, his face full of sullenness, "The good Fenghua Liusha Yaoyin was tortured by you, but it only left this little luck. I don't know how much effect it can have after being used as medicine. You all have

Damn it!"

"And you!" Gu Youchang suddenly turned around and slapped Li Zupeng hard on the face.

Li Zupeng immediately screamed, fell to the ground, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

An Guilan said secretly: "You have obviously found the elixir of Fenghua Liusha, but you still can't protect it. What use do you have for a waste that can't even complete such a small thing!"

When Li Zupeng saw An Guilan and Gu You's murderous expressions, he was immediately frightened out of his wits.

He couldn't even care about his own internal injuries. He rushed over and hugged Gu Youchong's thigh, crying and begging: "Senior Gu, Senior Gu, I know I was wrong, please spare my life!"
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