The man on the right is slightly younger, but he has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He stared at Fan Xiaolin up and down for a long time, and said slyly: "My little sister is very pretty, how about playing with my brother?"
"You bastard! What do you think this is?" Fan Xiaolin whipped him in anger.
The man in the middle sneered, stretched out his hand, a light blue light transformed into a giant hand, and directly grabbed Fan Xiaolin's whip. With a strong force, Fan Xiaolin rushed towards the man, frightening Fan Xiaolin.
A scream.
"Xiaolin!" Fan Wuxi, who was on the ground, suddenly jumped up, hugged Fan Xiaolin's legs, rolled around twice, and immediately vomited blood from his mouth.
Fan Xiaolin, who had lost her whip, looked awkwardly at Fan Wuxi, who was in pain, and suddenly her eyes flashed.
"Xiao Lin, he is a king-level warrior. We are no match for them. Let's go quickly. I'm fine." Fan Wuxi said to Fan Xiaolin with a pale face. It was also difficult for him to get up.
Fan Xiaolin quickly supported him and glanced at Meng Xiner and others at the table. She trembled when she saw Meng Xiner wink at her.
"Brother Wuxi, they bullied people too much. We can't count like this. Sister Xin'er, help us!" Fan Xiaolin actually waved to Meng Xin'er.
Meng Xiner's expression over there changed. Under the eyes of many people, she could only fly onto the stage.
"Oh, here comes another beautiful girl, young master, we are so lucky today." The wretched man touched his chin with a look of **** on his face.
"Shut up! This is the Youth Martial Arts Gym, and the people here are all from the eight wealthy families, and you actually dare to offend me!" Meng Xiner's aura was much more fierce than Fan Xiaolin's.
The man in the middle became amused and said: "What a joke! This martial arts hall is a place where all the young people in Duyan City can come. When did it become the territory of the eight wealthy families? Miss Meng, I think you should mind your own business, or you might also want to come."
A challenge?"
"You!" Meng Xiner gritted her teeth angrily, then turned to look at Fan Wuxi, who was seriously injured, then looked at Fan Xiaolin with flickering eyes, and finally glanced at the door.
"How presumptuous! Our eight wealthy families are not for people like you to bully! Just let me come and deal with you!" After Meng Xiner said this, she grabbed her hands in the air, and a green light suddenly appeared on her hands.
Brahma Tianluo saw this scene when she came in. She raised her eyebrows slightly. It was a bit unexpected. She thought it was Fan Xiaolin and Meng Xiner who bullied the honest Fan Wuxi and made her fall into a trap, but she didn't expect it was Fan Xiaolin and Meng Xiner who bullied the honest Fan Wuxi.
The three of them faced three other new faces.
"Master Wuxi, Miss Tianluo is here." Fan Yuanyuan screamed in the audience.
A shout made everyone look at the door.
Brahma Tianluo ignored the looks of others and quickly walked up to Fan Wuxi, her little face extremely gloomy.
"Xiao Luo, what are you doing here? Go back quickly, I'll be fine." Fan Wuxi said quickly in surprise.
"Who beat you like this?" Brahma Tianluo's eyes were filled with coldness.
"We are just sparring. I'm fine. It's just a minor injury. Let's go back." Fan Wuxi quickly broke away from Fan Xiaolin's support, trying to show that he was fine. As a result, there was a sharp pain in his body, which made him collapse.
Go down.
Brahma Tianluo stretched out her hand to hold her, and glanced at Fan Xiaolin who was silent with a cold look, then turned to look at the three people opposite.
"Miss Tianluo, it would be nice if you came. It was the young master in the middle who injured Master Wuxi!" Meng Xiner seemed to be relieved and said to Brahma Tianluo with a smile.