C5

Who the hell are you?

"Xiao Er."

Jing Yan was also startled for a moment, even she did not notice that Jing Yunxiao had suddenly appeared in front of his, she felt that his nephew was no longer the same as before.

Jing Yunxiao's words were not firm, but when Luo Ao and the rest heard it, it was like a joke.

Although Jing Yunxiao had mysteriously received Luo Ao's whip just now, Jing Yunxiao was still a profound practitioner. In their eyes, such a practitioner was still nothing more than a useless piece of trash.

"Haha, I didn't hear wrongly did I? This trash has delusional thoughts about dealing with our Young Master? I think he must have lost his mind when he was kicked in the head. "

"It's already this late, this brat is still daydreaming. Truly ridiculous, truly laughable. "

"Let us regret it for the rest of our lives? You're not peeing in the mirror, you're really overestimating yourself. "

The other attendants behind Luo Ao all laughed. Laughing that Jing Yun was trash, laughing that Jing Yunxiao overestimated his strength, and also laughing that Jing Yunxiao's words were too unbelievable.

Even Luo Ao, upon hearing this, had a disdainful sneer on his face: "You have such potential, you actually dared to provoke this daddy? It seems like the kick I gave you yesterday wasn't good enough for you? "

Jing Yunxiao did not mind Luo Ao's and his henchmen's mockery. He stood up, took a few steps forward and said fearlessly: "Cut the crap, do you want to go up alone or do you want to go up together?"

Although Jing Yunxiao's current cultivation in the Martial Dao was only an insignificant Fifth Stage of Arterial Circulation, he was still a Great Emperor Rebirth in his previous life, an existence that overlooked all living things in the world.

He did not even care about the mere chakra of a warrior. Even if it was the Mortal Realm martial artist, they might not be able to gain anything in front of his eyes.

"Haha, not bad at all. Today, let this daddy personally kill you. One move is enough to kill you. "

Luo Ao sneered, and moved.

This time, Luo Ao did not use the iron whip to attack again, but used a set of martial arts that was not weak.

Tiger Subduing Fist.

In the Dragon Domain, martial arts techniques were divided into four levels: Sky, Earth, Profound, Yellow, and each level was further divided into three levels: the upper, middle, and lower.

Even though Tiger Subduing Fist was the lowest level of Yellow Ranked Martial Arts, it was also a Superior Grade Yellow Ranked Martial Arts. For chakra Warriors, it could definitely be considered a strong move, and with Luo Ao's current strength, he could even defeat a fierce tiger beast in front of him with a single punch.

Sensing the dense cold power from Luo Ao's fists, Luo Ao's followers all looked at Jing Yunxiao as if he was a dead man, while Jing Yan was also extremely worried.

"Young master actually even used this martial art, he really thinks highly of this trash."

"With young master's martial arts skills, it would be hard for this trash not to die."

The taunts were endless.

"An insignificant skill."

Seeing that his opponent had made a move, Jing Yunxiao did not show the same fear that everyone had expected. Instead, he sneered coldly, and in the end, folded his arms across his chest, as if he did not want to retaliate at all.

"Idiot, go to hell."

Seeing that, Luo Ao became even colder, a piece of trash that he stepped on earlier actually dared to look down on him?

Courting death!

Without further ado, Luo Ao's body leaped up like a cheetah, his powerful fist brought about a violent gust of wind as it struck towards Jing Yunxiao's face like a hot knife through butter.

"Be careful!"

Jing Yan cried out in alarm, her beautiful face turning pale.

She was very clear about Jing Yunxiao's martial strength, how could his Fifth Stage of Arterial Circulation withstand a blow from an eighth stage warrior? Furthermore, Luo Ao had even used a high grade Yellow Rank martial art?

"Bam!"

A dull thumping sound was heard, Luo Ao's body suddenly stopped in front of Jing Yunxiao, his fist had already reached Jing Yunxiao's face, but what made Jing Yan feel strange was that Jing Yunxiao's expression was indifferent, without any signs of pain.

"That's not right!"

Only now did he realize that Luo Ao's fist did not strike Jing Yunxiao's face, but was instead just a few centimeters away. On the contrary, it was unknown when Jing Yunxiao raised his right leg, but he actually kicked right at Luo Ao's crotch.

"AHH!"

A blood-curdling scream, like a thunderclap piercing the ears, shook everyone, because this blood-curdling scream had actually come from Luo Ao's mouth.

Luo Ao's face distorted and his body collapsed to the ground, forming the shape of a shrimp. Both of his hands painfully held onto his crotch area, beads of perspiration could be seen on his forehead.

"This …"

Jing Yan's gaze suddenly turned cold, and her face was filled with disbelief.

She clearly knew how powerful Luo Ao's punch was, even a warrior of the eighth level of chakra would find it hard to dodge. However, Jing Yunxiao seemed to have already calculated the position of Luo Ao's punch, and actually dodged it as he wanted, and accidentally injured a vital part of Luo Ao's body.

This confidence, this vision, this ability to react, even she, a former Qi Martial Stage martial arts expert, was lamenting his inferiority.

Xiao Er was really different.

"Ah …" You... You piece of trash actually … I... My Egg … "We're finished."

Luo Ao fell to the ground and cried out in pain. A stench and a sticky smell came out from under Luo Ao's crotch, and after being kicked by Jing Yunxiao, he couldn't control himself and immediately shouted out: "Uncle Ou, kill him, quickly kill him."

With that, the fierce-looking middle-aged man immediately stood up.

The middle-aged man was a martial artist at the first level of the Qi Martial Stage, one of the ministers of the Luo Family: Luo Ou.

Presumably, it was because of his existence that Luo Ao was able to arrogantly barge into the Jing Family, as if he was in a place devoid of people.

Luo Ou looked at Luo Ao who had fallen to the ground and immediately let him take a pill to prevent his life from being in danger. Then, he looked at Jing Yunxiao with incomparably cold eyes and shouted: "How dare you hurt the young master of my Luo Family, you're courting death."

"You want me to die? "Who do you think you are?"

His eyes were like an eagle's eyes, and his voice was like the edge of a blade.

Jing Yunxiao was neither humble nor arrogant, he shouted loudly.