Long silver hair, exquisite mask, wide-sleeves flowing like waves, looking like an angel. Everyone is taken back by his peerless posture for a moment.
The Sword King looks slightly sullen, standing up and calling out, “Lord Lin Jinying!"
The elders of Huang Tang only feel a shiver go down their scalp.
Again!
Haven't they already served him dedicatedly? What other dissatisfaction does this lord have to come out and hit them like this?!
In particular, when Emperor Chu had just refined a miracle pill and sincerely invited all parties to come and see it, this lord came over and then left with one word: “Garbage!”
Later, Yeying fought with Mingguang. All parties were on the battlefield, because Huang Tang Mountain are alchemists, their bodies are weak and often hindered the battle. So this cold evaluation again: "Garbage!"
Because it was so insulting, after that they went to Chu Liying for some help, but this person looked at them all: "Trash!"
As a result, Emperor Chu went off to find Yeying’s monarch to duel to prove himself, and even died.
To say who the Huang Tang hates most, in addition to the culprit Yeying monarch, it must be this one. But this one is also a lord of Mingguang so they grit their teeth and bare it.
Therefore, the prevention and damage mitigation of the Lord Lin Jinying became the credo of the elders of Huang Tang.
Now... why are you here again?!
After a brief silence, Elder 1, the grumpiest, says, "Even if you are a lord, you can't be so insulting!"
As soon as he spoke, Elder No. 2 knew it was bad, but it was too late.
Sure enough, Kongbao sneers. "Is this an insult? It's garbage."
Elders: "..."
They knew it.
The blood-like lesson told them that they should never try to talk back to the lord, otherwise the result would only be... their humiliation.
The elders are scolded one by one like children and still dare not to say a word. All the players who came to the competition are stunned.
Although the Lord of the Mausoleum has a distinguished position, he also has a bit of hot blood.
It's just Kongbao’s patience that lets him insult them verbally. In truth, he can't wait to kill these guys who dare to bully the master.
So Kongbao then reaches out and grabs into the void.
Suddenly, a little boy, seven or eight years old, appears in his hands, his expression stunned. "What are you doing?" It is Zhenling.
Kongbao hugs him condescendingly. "Say, how many differences are there?"
Zhenling pouts. "This... needs statistics."
Kongbao: "Was he right?"
Zhenling: "... not necessarily, statistics are needed."
Kongbao: “How many differences are there?"
Kongbao pats his shoulder with a look of relief. "Father did not raise you for nothing!"
Kong Ba: "..."
Kongbao goes to the room to look for his master with a touch of guilty conscience and excitement. However, he doesn't find his master at all.
...
At this moment, Kong Wuying is facing a big crisis.
Kong Wuying looks at this "big crisis".
The big crisis is a three-meter-long tiger with blood-red eyes and a white spot on the forehead. At this time, facing Kong Wuying, it bares its teeth. The cold light glinting off those fangs, not knowing how much human flesh had been swallowed already, was uniquely murderous.
A terrible monster!
Even if it is a ninth division martial artist, they would be afraid to belittle such a monster. Not to mention Kong Wuying, who is a frail alchemist.
The big tiger is using his big eyes like a copper bell to watch Kong Wuying, inwardly complaining. Why did the master come to a broken place like Mingguang! Even the snacks are so thin they can’t be called a meal.
However, the master's order cannot be executed at this time. The big tiger roars at the target and rushes towards the sky!
Kong Wuying whistles for the tiger.
Then the aggressive tiger. . falls out of the air! The fat body hit the ground heavily.
Then, the big tiger quickly strikes Kong Wuying with an agile speed, sticks out its tongue and licks Kong Wuying.
"Meow ..."
That's right, meow.
The war beast of Prince Kong Ba... is cutely calling out, a bit like a cat. In order to maintain majesty, Gale generally doesn’t act like this unless it is in front of a very familiar person. For example, its owner.
Kong Wuying pats its head. "Little Gale*,*who asked you to attack me?"
Gale: "Meow."
Kong Wuying: “Speak properly.”
Gale: "... It was master." Sorry to the master, but I still have to betray you when it matters.
Kong Wuying's face is heavy, and he turns to go to Kong Ba.
However, there is only a Kongbao in the room when they arrive, and his face is cheerful. "Master, I changed rooms with Kong Ba."
...
At this time, Kong Ba is sitting in Kongbao's room, facing a stone. "I've got my father's hair, is that technique really useful?"
The voice of the Devil Master comes from the stone. "You put the hair on the stone."
Kong Ba carefully takes out a bag, which contains his carefully collected hair.
The hair is placed on the stone and glows purple-black.