The three unlucky monks looked at her with fear in their eyes. One of them shouted loudly, "I don't know, I don't know anything! There are so many people outside who are spreading rumors, and I and I are just hearsay!"
"How dare you mock me out of nothing?" Ni Tian looked at the three people and smiled contemptuously, "What a bunch of ignorant people."
"What do you want?" One person's teeth chattered and he couldn't help asking, "The rumors are not entirely false! If you didn't rely on the protection of that Excellency, how could you dare to treat me like this..."
The man finished half of his sentence, but when he saw Jun Lin's gloomy look, he no longer had the courage to speak.
"Say, keep talking, keep talking." The seven-color vine wrapped around his hand turned into a three-finger-thick thorn, gently cutting through the air.
Ni Tian squatted in front of that man, seemingly smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.
The man gritted his teeth and suddenly seemed to be giving up under the huge pressure. He said angrily, "Isn't it difficult? You, a weak-handed woman, cannot defeat us. You are just pretending to be powerful.
That’s all!”
"The fox pretends to be the tiger's power." Ni Tian recited these four words playfully, then stood up and smiled at the three of them with a strange expression.
It's okay that the little girl didn't smile. Such a sinister and cold smile almost scared the three monks to the point of peeing!
"Actually, I am a very low-key person." Ni Tian murmured to himself, with a look of helplessness on his face, "I hate it when others insist on me to prove my strength or something!"
"Oh, do we have to use violence?" A slight sigh rippled in the air. Before the sound was over, I saw the thorns in the little girl's hands flinging out, like a long dragon leaping across the sea and whizzing past, mixed with a buzzing sound in the air.
Voice.
The back and forth only lasted a few seconds, and everyone was still sizing up how this frail, seemingly soft and weak girl would deal with the three Yuanying realm monks, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened suddenly.
Before everyone could recover, they saw the figures of the three monks being swept up into the sky by a few finger-thick thorns. They suddenly fell, falling upside down on their heads and feet, and fell to the ground!
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The deafening reverberations were heard endlessly, causing the people in the front row to take a few steps back in horror to prevent themselves from being splashed with pieces of flesh and blood.
"You're a bitch, right? If you're a bitch, slap them in the mouth!" The thorns were like whips thrown at the mouths of the three people, and they were slapped ten times in a row.
The three of them were rolling back and forth and wailing, holding their faces with bloody flesh and covering their mouths. Their whole bodies were covered with deep blood marks drawn by thorns, and they could not help but tremble in pain.
How is that possible? The maid Xing'er beside Wang Yin couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise.
How could a woman without the slightest aura of spiritual elements suppress those three Nascent Soul monks and beat them almost violently?
Simply incredible!
After a few minutes, all the backbone, dignity and shame were forgotten by the three people. They were rolling around in pain and kept shouting for mercy, "Girl, have mercy, girl have mercy, have mercy!!"
Ni Tian let out a long sigh, slowly took back the thorns in his hand, looked at the three of them with a faint look, and said in a light voice that was almost whispering, "Don't be nervous, I'm just curious to ask, which one of you is looking at me, I look like
Is it the sickly lady?"
Everyone around him swallowed silently, and suddenly felt the urge to curse.
It's true! Which bastard made this rumor? Sure enough, you can't always believe the rumors. Facts are so different from legends!
Especially when looking at the girl in front of me, there is a trace of darkness and coldness in her eyes, lingering like a mist made of ice. Her methods are obviously extremely vicious, but her voice is leisurely. Asking such words softly is really chilling to the extreme.
.
With a frail appearance and violent methods, this feast of visual conflict is so...gorgeous!
The three people were scratched by thorns. There was not a good piece of flesh on their bodies, and there was not a good piece of skin on their mouths. The moment they opened their mouths to speak, they almost fainted from the pain.
"Am I weak?" Ni Tian asked quietly.
Then the three monks shouted repeatedly, "Not weak, not weak, definitely not weak!"
The three people shouted, grinning and covering the corners of their mouths, throbbing in pain.
"Yeah." Ni Tian nodded slightly, withdrew the thorns, clapped his little hands, and chuckled, "You still have a mean mouth?"
The three of them shook their heads in unison. Not only these three were shaking their heads, but many people around them were shaking their heads subconsciously. Some of the frightened and uneasy people were shaking their hands, feet and whole bodies, trembling back and forth like a pendulum.
, it’s really funny!
Ni Tian was happy, smiled with satisfaction, looked at the three of them, waved his little hand, and said as if to shoo away flies, "Get out of here."
The three monks rolled down the ring as if they had been granted amnesty, and squeezed out of the crowd while stumbling.
Ni Tian slowly walked back to Jun Lin, leaned softly into the arms of the smiling man, and murmured lazily, "These people are so annoying. Their interest in going to the Lantern Festival has almost been ruined."
Jun Lin nodded solemnly, "It's so annoying. We have to force our family to beat them up before they stop. They are just a bunch of idiots!"
Ni Tian raised his head and glanced at him, and saw that handsome face was serious. Ni Tian couldn't help but want to laugh, but he bit his small mouth to hold back the smile. His eyes turned sideways and he snorted.
, "bad guy."
"Yes, they are really bad people." Jun Lin nodded, turned around with her in his arms, and saw the crowds around him moving to both sides of their own accord, without Jun Lin's effort to move them away.
With a quick glance, he saw several ladies from the Wang family being guarded by more than a dozen guards in the center, dozens of steps away from the two of them.
Among them, Wang Yin, the third young lady, was looking at her with a complicated expression, her eyes somewhat probing.
Her title of sickly young lady must have something to do with Miss Wang San!
Ni Tian frowned, glanced at her coldly, then raised his hand and said, "Come out."
Everyone was shocked. The girl had just attacked three low-level monks in the Nascent Soul Realm, so that was fine.
Judging from the clothes of those three people, they are not luxurious and their cultivation level is also low. They must be just collateral descendants of the family.
But now, the person being scolded by the girl is the extremely famous third lady from the Wang Family Courtyard, a first-class family. Can this be compared?
It’s like scolding a slave! That person is a fairy-level pharmacist who is highly respected in both the realms of gods and demons!
No matter who it was, their expressions changed, and the dozen or so guards of the Wang family stared at Ni Tian nervously, as if she would devour their third young lady in the next second.