As soon as these words came out, there was a deathly silence in the wing!
Li Miaoxin almost burst into laughter.
The little fat man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then looked at Lin Xiaolu, who was a head shorter than him, and started shaking with anger.
This country boy actually dared to scold himself!
The senior brothers of Jiuying behind him were also very angry. The tall and thin monk who led him said with a gloomy expression, "The new disciple of the Zhaixing lineage is very arrogant, isn't he?"
Li Miaoxin crossed her arms and snorted coldly: "What's going on? You want to bully the younger ones? Bully my junior brother? Zhao Zhipeng, you Jiuying are too shameless!"
The monk who was called Zhao Zhipeng did not respond to Li Miaoxin's words. Instead, he looked at Lin Xiaolu with a threatening sneer on his lips.
"I don't dare to bully the younger junior brother who is reaching for the stars. I just want our new disciples of Jiuying to compete with your new disciples who are reaching for the stars. How about it?"
"Fart!" Li Miaoxin was completely angry, pointed at Zhao Zhipeng and cursed loudly: "This little fat guy is at least ten years old, and my junior brother is only seven years old. You are clearly bullying the younger one! Do you really have no face!" "
As soon as these words came out, the other monks behind Zhao Zhipeng laughed and retorted:
"Junior sister Li, what you said is wrong, isn't it? How can we, as cultivators, have any regard for age when we are competing?"
"That's right, when competing, it depends on your age, and you're not afraid of being laughed at."
"Junior Sister Miaoxin, if you don't want to spar, just don't. Our Jiuying senior brothers won't laugh at you~"
A group of people were bustling and laughing, and the unbridled sounds were harsh even to Hou San'er, who was holding spiritual food outside the wing.
Li Miao's jade face turned red with anger, she gritted her silver teeth and said angrily: "My junior brother and your junior brother have just entered Emei and have not started practicing yet. They have no spiritual power in their bodies at all. They are both children. It doesn't matter how old they are when we compete! You are so shameless!"
Zhao Zhipeng saw that Li Miao was angry and her hands were shaking, and said in a sharp and sarcastic voice: "Junior Sister Li, don't be impatient. If you don't dare to compete, don't you dare. What a big deal~"
After saying that, he patted the little fat man on the shoulder and said: "Little Dan, senior brother will take you back to promote the publicity. We are both new disciples, and the disciples of Star Reaching don't even have the courage to compete with you, hahahaha~"
When the little fat man heard this, he also beamed. Looking at Lin Xiaolu, who was three years younger than him and a head shorter, he raised his head and hummed proudly, turned around and prepared to leave with Zhao Zhipeng.
"Sparring...what does it mean?"
Just when everyone was about to leave, Lin Xiaolu suddenly asked.
He and his sister were too young to understand the meaning of sparring.
When Jiuying and the others heard this, they laughed loudly, making Li Miao's chest heave with anger.
"Hahahaha, the new disciples who are reaching for the stars can do it, but they don't even know how to learn from each other, hahahaha~"
"I thought that by recruiting a pair of disciples after reaching the stars for twenty years, they would be some kind of genius, but I didn't expect that they would be a fool."
Zhao Zhipeng also laughed so hard that he held his stomach, looked at Lin Xiaolu and hummed: "The competition is just a fight between you and my junior brother, do you understand?"
Lin Xiaolu nodded blankly, then blinked his big eyes and asked curiously: "Then when can we compete?"
"Any time." Zhao Zhipeng waved his hands and replied impatiently. He was originally looking for trouble this time. Now that he had achieved his goal, he didn't want to waste any more time. He wanted to go back and spread the word that the new disciple of the Star Reaching Lineage was a coward.
And the moment he finished answering, Lin Xiaolu suddenly picked up the white jade porcelain pot on the table and smashed it against the fat little fat man in front of him!
With a crisp sound of "Bang!", the porcelain pot fell apart, and the little fat man screamed and fell to the ground, his face red with blood!
This scene shocked everyone, and they were all stunned for a moment.
But just because they were stunned didn't mean that Lin Xiaolu was stunned. When the little fat man covered his face and screamed, the seven-year-old didn't hesitate and kicked him until the little fat man was rolling on the ground with tears, snot, and blood. It's flowing everywhere.
While kicking, Lin Xiaolu was still scolding: "Cry, cry, cry, cry for your uncle. You didn't even ask who you offended. You even competed with me. Grandpa, I started killing people in my mother's womb. Damn it." Bazi!"
Behind him, Xiao Yu'er, who was wearing a bellyband, blinked her bright, childlike eyes, sat on a stool and dangled her little feet, quietly watching her brother beat someone.
This kind of thing is not surprising to her. In order to protect herself from being bullied, her brother often fought with the older children in the village. He always wanted to strike quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.
"stop!"
The little fat man was about to be kicked to death. Only those around him could react. Zhao Zhipeng, who was so angry, raised his hand to teach the kid in front of him a lesson. Li Miaoxin immediately prepared to stop him when he saw it, but Lin Xiaolu was not afraid at all. The moment Zhao Zhipeng raised his hand, he grabbed it He picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the teapot, squatted in front of the crying little fat man, pointed the porcelain piece directly at his eyes, then raised his young and tender face to look at Zhao Zhipeng and said:
"What do you want to do?"
Zhao Zhipeng was stunned for a moment, looking at the sharp porcelain piece in the boy's hand. His half-raised hand froze there, hesitantly daring to make a move.
He was only a third-level Qi Condensation monk, and he was not sure he could save the little fat man unscathed.
Li Miaoxin was also startled. She looked at Lin Xiaolu with beautiful eyes and was full of surprise. Her little junior brother... looked so fierce.
The room suddenly became eerily quiet, with only the little fat man's crying still continuing.
After a while, Zhao Zhipeng took a few deep breaths, his chest heaving violently, and said angrily:
"Okay, well done to you new star-catching disciples. I will definitely report this matter to the Law Enforcement Hall. You just wait to be punished!"
He pointed at Lin Xiaolu and shouted angrily: "Beat your fellow disciples wantonly, show no discipline, and no respect for your elders. You are finished!"
He spoke aggressively, but Lin Xiaolu didn't show any panic, and there was no wave on his palm-sized face. But after he finished speaking, he said lightly: "Xiao Yu'er."
"Brother." The little girl called sweetly behind him.
"Just now I asked this senior brother, what does sparring mean, and what did this senior brother say?" Lin Xiaolu stared at Zhao Zhipeng and asked.
"Senior brother said that sparring is a fight." Xiao Yu'er replied in a sweet voice.
"Then...when can we fight?" Lin Xiaolu asked again.
Xiao Yuer tilted her head and smiled and said: "Senior brother said it can be done at any time."
Zhao Zhipeng suddenly looked ugly, and the other brothers behind him helped him retort: "Then you still used weapons!"
"Isn't fighting with weapons a fight?" Lin Xiaolu continued to ask unhurriedly.
The Taoist suddenly choked and stared, unable to answer.
Zhao Zhipeng also reacted. He glared at Lin Xiaolu and shouted angrily: "Using weapons will kill people, which is different from fighting!"
"Then...is he dead?"
As soon as the calm words came out, Zhao Zhipeng suddenly choked again, and his whole body was filled with anger. His fingers pointing at Lin Xiaolu couldn't stop shaking, but he couldn't answer.
Finally, Lin Xiaolu suddenly grinned and said with a sweet smile: "Brother, who will win this competition?"
Zhao Zhipeng trembled. For some reason, he felt a trace of fear in his heart when he looked at this young man who had not yet begun formal training.
When Lin Xiaolu saw that he was silent, his smile suddenly disappeared, and the sharp porcelain piece in his hand suddenly reached down!
"I asked you who won!"
The little fat man with blood on his face looked at the porcelain pieces so close in front of him that he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move at all. He even broke down and cried loudly: "You win! You win! You are my father! You are my father !”
After saying that, a stinky smell came from the little fat man's crotch.
He was so scared that he peed...
