The tall man said fiercely: "So what if I scold you, your strength is low. What's wrong with asking you to do something? If you don't go, I'll let you punch me!" The tall man and the three people behind him all hugged their chests and sneered.
"Eat you MA!" The little black man's temper was obviously very irritable, but his words immediately attracted a huge red aerosol fist.
"Be careful." Ding Wenlan quickly pulled the little black man away, and said with anger on his fair face: "We are all left-behind disciples, why do we have to have a stalemate?"
"Hahaha, pretty boy, you are really not that stupid! I'm stronger than you, so of course you have to do this kind of servant thing. How can you use my noble hands?" The tall man saw the two of them and ran away in embarrassment.
, couldn’t help but burst out laughing proudly.
"You are only a ninth-level Xuanwang. What's so great about it? If you have the ability, go and scream with Liu Jinhai!" The little black man spat hard on the ground.
"Looking for death!" The tall man was so angry that he threw himself at the little black man. Ding Wenlan was very anxious, because the little black man's strength was about the same as him, the peak of Xuanwang Level 5.
The little black man stopped hiding this time, and suddenly a brown stick appeared in his hand, and he whipped it at the tall man who rushed towards him.
The tall man seemed to realize that the stick was a bit strange, and quickly twisted his figure and ran away.
One of the three people behind the tall man asked in surprise: "What kind of stick is this?" Because they clearly felt the pressure from the stick that was higher than the Xuanwang, but they also knew that it was not the treasure of a demigod.
"Humph! Get away! Don't disturb us!" The little black man snorted coldly and walked to Ding Wenlan.
"How dare a stick be so arrogant, let's all get in together!" The tall man was obviously very embarrassed, so he immediately waved his hand and the four of them got in together.
The little black man's stick immediately roared, and Ding Wenlan was protected behind him, but after all, the little black man himself was not very strong, and one of the three people behind the tall man was a level 1 Mystic God, and he quickly restrained the stick.
An eighth-level Xuanwang guy slapped the little black man on the shoulder. Ding Wenlan was startled and immediately took action. The wood mist rolled, but the whole person still flipped out after the touch and fell directly into the fifth prison.
In the stream, there was a splash of water.
There was no way to compare Xuanwang level 8 to Xuanwang level 5. Ding Wenlan didn't have any decent weapons, so he was slightly injured with one move.
"Ah!" The little black man here was successfully attacked by the tall man. There was a sound of bones breaking in one of his legs, and he fell to the ground, and the stick was in the hands of the Xuan Shen level guy.
"The stick is good, but it's useless against Xuan Shen." The guy immediately saw the clues and looked sarcastically at the little black man who was kneeling on the ground with cold sweat on his forehead in pain.
"Damn boy, I told you to be tough!" The tall man was still angry and hit the little black boy in the face with his palm.
The little black man's eyes were red with anger. He tried to hide but couldn't. He was slapped and flew away, then landed on the gravel not far away and became motionless.
The other family disciples who had been watching here were all silent. Although they felt that the tall man was too much, no one dared to speak out. After all, they were not familiar with each other, and the four tall men were obviously in the same group.
Ding Wenlan staggered up from the stream, soaked and in a state of embarrassment. When she saw the motionless little black man over there, she shouted in horror: "Xiao Hei!?"