Chapter 2

Little girl smell speech Jiao body a shock, low head go, shell tooth nibble red lip, have no speech.

"What the hell happened." Ling Yun frowned and looked at the blood ginseng in his hand.

Xueshen is a second-class panacea, and it has no problem of its own.

The problem should be the origin of blood ginseng.

"Don't ask, young master. Take the blood ginseng quickly."

Morning looked up at Lingyun, big eyes in tears in the rotation, words with pray.

"How are you in the morning? Feed the waste quickly and finish eating the blood ginseng. The young master is waiting for you to go to bed! "

Outside the door, a careless voice sounded.

Then two guards appeared outside the door of Lingyun room.

"Zhao Ming, Wang Ping! What I promised Ling Feng will be done. Don't go too far! "

See two people appear in the early morning, the face is angry.

"I'm sorry, young master. Chen'er can't accompany you any more." When she turned to look at Ling Yun, her face was filled with guilt.

A deal, in order to save Lingyun, early in the morning in exchange for their own blood ginseng!

"Silly girl, it's me who should say I'm sorry."

Ling Yun raised his hand and touched his shawl's hair in the early morning. He was moved in his heart.

In the early morning, big eyes are dripping with tears, red lips are about to be bitten and bleeding.

"Don't dawdle here any longer, just go!"

The two guards swearing, Lingyun, the little prince, has no weight in their eyes.

After all, today's lingwangfu is already a collateral world.

"Take away the blood ginseng, you can go away!"

Looking at the two guards, Ling Yun's eyes became cold.

The terrible superior momentum emanates from Ling Yun. Wang Ping and Zhao Ming are shocked for a while!

When they wake up from their stupor, they are angry again.

A little prince of waste, do you really think there is still the support of Ling Wang?

"It's a pity that you forget the situation in front of you, little prince."

"Blood ginseng is nothing in master Ling Feng's eyes. It's master Ling Feng's person in the early morning!"

Zhao Ming Wang Ping said with a sneer that their task is to take them away.

"Do dogs dare to deceive their masters?"

As soon as Ling Yun looked up, there was a terrible murderous air flowing.

Ben didn't want to see the same thing as the two slaves.

But some people want to die, and Ling Yun doesn't mind giving them death!

"I don't know how to live or die. It seems that we are going to teach little Wang Ye how to recognize the reality!"

Wang Ping steps forward with a sneer. Lingshi yichongtian's momentum is like a rainbow. He suppresses Lingyun with overwhelming force.

"Wang Ping, dare you! Young master is the little prince of lingwangfu! "

In the early morning, he was very angry, just like a hen protecting her cubs. He opened his arms to block Ling Yun.

"Little Wang Ye? Ha ha... He was beaten like a dead dog yesterday. It can be seen that someone went to seek justice for him? "

Wang Ping laughs, and Zhao Ming looks at Ling Yun with disdain.

Lingyun's name of waste has long been spread throughout the imperial dynasty.

"I'll give you some hard work and let you know how to be a man with your tail between your legs."

Thunder!

Wang Ping clenched his hand and blew it out directly!

The fist with blue light is like a bright moon, surrounded by lightning power.

In the process of its waving, there was a series of crackling thunder and explosion.

"Huang Jie advanced dexterity!"

I screamed in the early morning.

Dexterity is a skill used to enhance the combat effectiveness of practitioners.

The four stages of the "heaven, earth, Xuan and Huang" are subdivided into three levels: high, middle and low.

Master yichongtian can suppress the general master sanchongtian by using the Yellow level advanced spirit skill!

"Rubbish!"

Ling Yun disdains to smile and reaches out his hand to pull the morning behind him.

"Chen'er, remember, from today on, no one can bully you any more, unless they step on my body!"

Ling Yun spoke softly, and Wang Ping's impressive attack didn't seem to attract his attention at all.

"Young master..." the little girl's eyes are red, and she is naturally perceptual, which makes her confused by Lingyun's hegemony in the early morning.

"I don't know how to live or die!"

Wang Ping sneered, without any reservation.

But soon he knew who was really ignorant!

Touch!

Wang Ping's fists are about to touch Ling Yun!

Two feet suddenly a mistake, Ling Yun whole person directly step forward half step.

It looks like Ling Yun went to meet Wang Ping's fist with his chest!

But in the dull noise, Wang Ping felt like his fist was smashed on the pig iron!

Still as a mountain!

Ling Yun's feet seem to have taken root.

Wang Ping's fist hit Lingyun's chest, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea. The thunder all around dissipated.

"Your fists are too weak."

Ling Yun showed his white teeth and put his palm on Wang Ping's wrist.

Click!

The sound of broken bones is clear to the ear.

Ah!

In Wang Ping's mouth, sounds like killing pigs began to appear.

Boom!

The footprints are on Wang Ping's chest, and Ling Yun's power is directly exploded.

The name of this move is "not moving like mountain power"!

If according to the division of the world of stars, it should be a supernatural skill beyond the heaven level!

"Wang Ping!"

Zhao Ming's body trembled and saw Wang Ping fly over ten meters, smashing a huge stone in the yard.

Wang Ping's eyes were dull, and the blood in his mouth was mixed with internal organs.

It's obvious that Wang Ping can't live any longer.

Kick to death Wang Ping in lingshijing. Is this the little prince of waste?

"Gudu..."

Cold sweat DC Zhao Ming looks at Ling Yun in horror, dare not have any action.

"Give the ginseng back to Ling Feng and tell him not to pay attention to chen'er, otherwise, he will die miserably!"

Ling Yun walks to Zhao Ming with a smile and puts the blood ginseng in his hand.

Like a sunny boy, Ling Yun has a bright smile. It's hard to connect him with the person who kicked Wang Ping to death.

"Go away!"

In Ling Yun's rebuke, Zhao Ming trembles, his body is like an amnesty, and he turns around to leave.

"Wait a minute." Ling Yun's lazy voice rang again.

Smell speech, Zhao Minggang just took the step directly back, don't dare disobey Ling Yun's words.

"Little Wang Ye... What else

The voice trembles slightly. Zhao Ming's address to Ling Yun has changed.

"Take the rubbish off the ground."

Ling Yun points to Wang Ping who has lost his breath not far away.

Zhao Ming drags Wang Ping's body with blood ginseng in his hand.

He didn't even know how he got out of the yard.

Ling Yun's special momentum brought him too much pressure.

"Young master, how can you become so powerful?"

I haven't recovered from the shock in the early morning.

I've been following Ling Yun all the time. I'm afraid no one knows more about Ling Yun's past strength than in the early morning.

"But Ling Feng... We can't afford to provoke him now." In the early morning, his face was gloomy and worried.