My filial piety has gone bad

"Junior brother Xiao is safe and sound."

Xiao Ran took a look.

This is a young fat man with a faint smile on his face all the time. His smile is half-true and half-fake, making people unable to see his true attitude. He is known as the smiling tiger, and it is said that he is even older than his father, Huangfuqun.

He wasn't that fat in the first place, and it would be a little fairy-like to change into a looser Taoist robe, but he insisted on wearing a one-size-fits-all green robe, which made him look potbellied, out of shape, and full of official authority.

Perhaps in this way, the background of the Huangfu family can be better displayed...

Standing behind him are two Herrschers, both of which are Golden Core cultivators, but judging from their respectful attitude towards Luo Sheng, their strength may be far inferior to Luo Sheng.

It seems that this fat man is a little stronger than he imagined, even stronger than Chu Yan, and he is not the dandy he thought before.

Thinking this way, Xiao Ran replied slightly:

"Morning, Senior Brother Luo."

"It's not Senior Brother Luo, it's Senior Brother Luo Sheng."

"Morning, Senior Brother Luo Sheng."

Luo Sheng always smiled and never expressed anger.

"250 years ago, one and a half months after the start of the disciple's challenge, I was forced to join the battle by my father...cough cough, by the master. I didn't expect my junior to be so courageous. I didn’t do any repairs on this news earlier, so I hurried here, and today I will guarantee the safety of my junior.”

Subtext: To ensure the safety of oneself, not the safety of inner disciples.

Xiao Ran nodded.

"It's work."

Luo Sheng saluted the crowd, then stepped into the air, offering a piece of cyan stone cattail printed with intricate patterns, floating in the air, sitting on it to watch the battle.

"Junior brother Xiao came to discuss with everyone in his busy schedule, and those who are interested hurriedly came to the stage. Master Xiao doesn't remember the faults of villains, and doesn't have to care about winning or losing."

Key words: Uncle Xiao does not remember villains.

First, the spring frog and autumn cicada have no brains, and then Luo Sheng smiles like a tiger...

The unfathomable image that Xiao Ran created with great difficulty was completely disturbed by the three of them.

The originally tense and cautious crowd understood in an instant.

Most of the boulders hanging in everyone's hearts fell down.

In addition to the hunting of the wind, there was also a small noise in the crowd.

Soon.

The first challenged disciple stepped onto the stage, and the trembling stage trembled slightly.

A shadow fell over Xiao Ran's head.

Looking up, this disciple is tall and burly, two meters away, his muscles are knotted and taut, like an ancient giant.

The giant disciple cupped his hands and cupped his fists, making a loud bang.

"Disciple Wan Long, who cultivates qi, is a disciple of Dayu Peak, and is now competing with Uncle Xiao with a mortal cultivation level."

There was a commotion in the crowd.

You are also called mortal cultivation?You are already at the pinnacle of physical fitness, okay?

Isn't this obvious bullying?

Young people don't talk about martial arts!

I like!

Hahaha.

In the crowd, Lin Yunzi secretly sweated for Xiao Ran, thinking, if the uncle used his treasure, he wouldn't be in such a predicament.

In the air, Luo Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, unable to see his attitude.

The giant disciple smiled like a spring breeze, brimming with confidence.

"Master, please."

Xiao Ran nodded to signal, and slapped lightly across the air.

This palm seemed ordinary, but it was like a stone falling into a flat lake, causing a ripple in the air.

boom!

The palm force resonated with the air, and spread out suddenly.

boom!

Wrapped in the morning mist and spiritual pressure, the palm force resonated twice, accelerated instantly, boomed, and finally had a folded resonance with the space itself...

boom!

After three superimpositions, the palm strength seemed mediocre at first, and then suddenly accelerated, as vigorous as a dragon, like a stormy sea, and the palm slapped on the giant's chest.

Ok?

The giant disciple was taken aback.

Unfortunately it's too late.

boom!

The power of the palm resonated with the physical body of the giant disciple again!

The giant disciple's eyes froze, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. Like a giant cannon, his huge body flew backwards with a bang, knocking down everyone in the crowd.

Xiao Ran withdrew his palm.

"next."

The wind is hunting.

The human voice was hoarse.

Obviously the wind was strong and there were many people, but the crowd was as silent as a long night cemetery.

Master Luo Sheng misunderstood me!