Lu Shengkai and Han Jiuqing both rolled their eyes; Lu Menghu, this idiot bird, really had no brain.
Don't you think about what Tang Rao relied on when he came here alone, why on earth would he provoke Xiao Yun?
"Xiao Yun, start with the big one," Tang Rao said.
"Slap!" As soon as Tang Rao's voice fell, a crisp slap sounded, and next to Lu Menghu, Lu Kuangren was slapped onto the ground by Xiao Yun, his mouth full of blood.
A seven-layer Luo Immortal like Lu Kuangren, and he didn't even see the other person's move.
"Boring." Xiao Yun kicked Lu Kuangren again, and the pathetic man started bleeding profusely from his mouth, as if his life depended on it.
Lu Menghu was completely dumbfounded, what... what the hell?
His own dad was a seven-layer Luo Immortal, yet he got taken down by one kick. The key point was, the girl who took down his own dad was only fourteen or fifteen years old.
