Chapter 170

The teenagers looked at the monsoon smoke with a smile in shock, and suddenly felt that the little girl in front of them was not the same person as the monsoon smoke that they had been bullying as sandbags.

The monsoon smoke smiled at the dazed teenagers, and the smile on the corners of their mouths was stronger.

All the teenagers returned to their senses and stared at the monsoon smoke one by one.

The man who was beaten by monsoon smoke just now is outstanding among their peers. Last month, he was appreciated by jimubai. It is possible that he was named "Ji". However, the seemingly weak monsoon smoke even beat the man away with one blow?

How is this possible?

"You call us dogs?" The girl who used to mock the monsoon smoke had a white face and pointed to the tip of her nose.

The smiling eyes of the monsoon smoke sweep over the young people in front of her eyes, and all that the original master has experienced is in her mind. She slowly raises her hand, and the transparent wisps of light are reflected in the sun, which is unnoticed, but quietly flies to the young people who say nothing.

"I just came back, but As a seasonal family, I'm willing to serve you. "

At the same time, the voice of monsoon smoke fell to the ground. Those teenagers only felt cold behind their neck. Before they could react, they were carried out by a sharp cold!

It's sunny noon, but somehow they seem to have been thrown into the ice water. Every inch of their flesh and skin makes their teeth tremble. Their legs are frozen on the ground, too heavy to move a step.

No one knows what happened, but this strange scene happened.

A few girls who were still arrogant and insolent before could not bear the piercing cold at first. Their legs were cold and trembling. They fell on the ground with a thump. Their knees hit the uneven cobblestone ground, and their tears were all racing out. They could only subconsciously reach out and support themselves, so they didn't let themselves lie on the ground directly.

And the rest of the teenagers are not good enough. They can't hold on for a long time, so they all kneel down.

The sound of kneeling is very clear outside the martial arts arena.

However, in a flash, the arrogant teenagers knelt in front of the monsoon smoke, their hands trembling on the ground, looking from a distance, just like worshiping the monsoon smoke.

"That's what you should look like." Monsoon smoke smilingly looked at the people kneeling in front of him, a brilliant smile, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

At first, the young man who was beaten by monsoon smoke fell not far away. He was waiting for his martial brothers to avenge himself and teach them a lesson. But who ever thought, martial brothers, just like being possessed, even knelt down in front of monsoon smoke!

His eyes almost didn't come out!

What's the matter with all this?

The young man raised his eyes in fear and looked at the monsoon smoke against the sun. The golden sun behind her seemed to print a circle of golden light. The smiling face made the young man feel unprecedented fear.

"What are you doing here if you don't practice?" Suddenly a deep and heavy voice came from the gate of the martial arts arena.

The monsoon smoke suddenly turned around, facing up to a pair of deep and vicissitudes of eyes!