The girl was not high, but she was very hot-tempered, and punched Song Song at a disagreement.

Seeing this, Song Yan felt a little speechless and stepped back, avoiding the girl's fist.

"Asshole, you dare to hide!" Seeing that a punch was missed, the girl couldn't help being very angry, turning her fists into palms, using a flexible set of palms to continue attacking Song Yan.

Song Yan became more and more speechless. You hit me and you didn't let me hide. That's the truth. However, the other party looked like 15 or 16 years old. Oh, don't blame me any more if you mess around! "

"Who are you talking about? I want to kill you!"

A little girl completely angered the girl, and the opponent's offensive became increasingly fierce.

However, she was too far away from Song Yan. I saw Song Yan dodging from left to right, her figure seemed awkward, but she could avoid the girl's offense every time.

"Asshole, don't hide if you can!"

More than ten consecutive moves did not even touch Song Ye's clothing corners. The girl felt that her face was dull, and her heart hated Song Ye.

"Just stop!"

Just then, a majestic voice sounded.

Then, when the door was opened, a middle-aged aunt dressed up in a gray robe appeared out of the way.

"Master, this guy bullied me!"

When the girl saw the aunt appeared, she quickly gave up Song Yan, ran to the aunt, and held her arms to be coquettish.

Song Ye's face turned black. I bullied you, mom. It looks like you've been attacking me, right?

Song Yan originally thought that this middle-aged aunt would not be so unreasonable.

did not expect.

When the middle-aged Dao heard the girl's complaint, she suddenly looked cold and stared at Song Kun: "Where are you from, Ye Ye, dare to run here to bully the poor Taoist children!"

"Master, this guy is bad, not only bullying me, but also threatening Sister Yuelian." The girl added jealousy. At one moment, the middle-aged Taoist aunt became even more gloomy, and there was already a little bad look in Song Yan's eyes.

"Reading that you are still young, the poor will not care about you, and let your sins go!"

Hearing that Song Yan could not help but lament the thousands of students, and what kind of apprentice he really was. Compared with the young girl, this middle-aged Taoist aunt was more unreasonable and more cruel.

"What? Not convinced?"

Seeing that Song Kun was silent, the middle-aged Dao's tone was sharper.

"I'm not convinced!"

Song Yunlang said: "Are you middle-aged Taoist aunt cultivating Taoism and foolishness? Based on the words of your apprentice, did you conclude that the young man bullied her?"

"I don't believe my apprentice, do I still believe you!" The middle-aged Taoist said coldly.

Song Yan: "..."

"Well, let's get started! Otherwise, waiting for the poor to do it yourself is not as simple as an arm!" The middle-aged Taoist aunt became even more ruthless.

"I break your sister!" Song Yan was angry and scolded at the other side: "I can see clearly, my master and apprentice are both indifferent, or the kind of head caught by the door!"

"Master, he scolded you for being indifferent and killing him!" The girl urged.

"It's **** it! Chier, you step aside! Wait for the teacher to teach this unknown kid!"

During the conversation, the middle-aged Taoist slowly walked towards Song Yan, standing still three meters away, and said lightly: "Shit boy, you go ahead first, lest anyone say that you are bullied and bullied!"

"Humph!"

Song Yan was too lazy to argue with each other.

The dragon's feet changed, and a series of phantoms went straight to the middle-aged aunt. At the same time, his hands were shot forward, and the stormy waves hit the first type.

"Boom!"

The waves tumbled and were immensely powerful, and the strange field of force instantly enveloped the middle-aged Taoist aunt.

"not good!"

Middle-aged Dao sighed in secret, and his palms were photographed in a series. In an instant, he shot seven hundred forty-nine palms against the void, reluctantly solving this problem of Song Kun.

"Take me second!"

Song Yan's momentum changed, his palms became more vigorous and surging, and the rolling waves instantly drowned the middle-aged Taoist aunt.

"boom!"

With a moan, the middle-aged Taoist aunt flew out, and after barely landing, she kicked out of five or six steps to stop her body.

"This ... how is this possible?"

Seeing that Shi Bo was beaten down by Song Yong's palms, the red-haired woman's eyes were suddenly staring round, the eyes were full of incredible color, and the girl was dull, and then she pointed at Song Ying Scolded: "You bastard, you are so shameless, you use demon!"

Song Yan almost vomited a bite of old blood, and his heart was speechless.

But the middle-aged Dao's face added a touch of heaviness: "Small boy, it's a poor way to look away. I didn't expect you to be so powerful, then the poor way can only use the master's unique method to deal with you!"

During the conversation, the middle-aged aunt had an extra note.

"Hurry as the law, go!"

Rune paper flew into the sky, spontaneously ignited without fire, and then turned into a yellow light lasing.

Song Yan wanted to dodge subconsciously, but found that Huang Guangqi was so boundless that he instantly fell into his body, and then he found that his body had become unable to move.

"This is Fuyu!"

He was shocked in his heart that the cultivator was different from the warrior, and their attack methods were endless. However, most of the cultivators would choose Fabao to attack.

In addition, there are types of attack methods such as spells, runes, formations, beasts, and summons.

The middle-aged Taoist aunt can actually use the falcon, which means that she is not an ordinary warrior, but an immortal practitioner.

"Boy, suffer!"

Seeing Fu Yi working, the middle-aged Dao flew out and patted Song Ji's chest with one palm.

"Space is stagnant!"

At that moment, Song Yong launched the magical power. Suddenly, the entire small yard was included in the small world created by the stagnation of space.

Song Yu used the time of stagnant space to urge Zhen Yuan to run into the power of Fu Run.

Finally, in the third second, when the stagnation of space was about to disappear, he rushed away to the effect of Fuyu on him.

"Humph!"

With a cold hum, he snatched it out and pinched his middle-aged aunt's neck.

The middle-aged Taoist aunt who had separated from the stagnation of space found that she had actually fallen into Song Yan's hands, and she was frightened and angry.

"What demon method did you use? Let go of me, or I want you to look good!"

"I demon your sister!"

Song Yan had a fire in his heart for a long time, raising his hand was a slap fan.

"Snapped!"

A loud slap rang through the entire courtyard.

"I dare hit me, I want to kill ...!"

"Snapped!"

It's another slap, hitting the middle-aged aunt's words directly to you.

"Asshole ...!"

"Papapa!"

There were several slapped fans on the middle-aged Dao's face. Suddenly, the other's cheeks swelled at a visible speed.

"Dare you hit my master, I killed you!"

The girl screamed, rushed up with a dagger in her hand, and pierced Song Yan's abdomen.

"roll!"

Song Yan kicked out, the girl flew in response.

"Mom, I really don't think I will beat a woman! Today, I will teach you a pair of unsuspecting masters and apprentices!"

Screaming and shouting, Song Ye was slap in the face of his middle-aged aunt again.

The red-haired woman on the side was dumbfounded. If you let Master Shi know that it was all she provoked ... Thinking of this, she could not help shivering, and shouted: "Song Ye, stop, this is misunderstanding!"