"Who the hell are you?" Seeing that Bai Rongyu had never heard of what he said, and even now he hadn't turned around to look him in the face, Changsun Luocang couldn't help being furious.
He could tell that Bai Rongyu was not very old, but his airs were a bit older than his envoy. Previously, he suffered repeated setbacks when dealing with Gu Fenghua and others, and was also destroyed by Luo Enen's arrow. How could he not be angry!
The holy air circulated, and an invisible coercion shrouded it. Gu Fenghua and the others felt their chests sink, and they were so oppressed that it was hard to breathe!
However, Bai Rongyu who stood in the middle still didn't say a word, but there was a little more helplessness in that unpredictable smile. How to describe such a smile? It's like a peerless master who met a child who didn't understand anything and accidentally bumped into him. Let's make a move. It's a big joke to spread it. If you don't make a move, it's also a big joke to spread it. So helpless.
"What kind of a strong man should this be? Facing a king's envoy, he actually smiled so helplessly, as if taking action against Changsun Luocang would be a self-deprecation for him." Ye Wuse and Fatty Bai looked at him. Looking at Bai Rongyu, the admiration in his eyes flowed down like a waterfall in Yuquan Mountain.
Gu Fenghua and Luo Enen were sweating profusely: It turned out that this guy not only learned to pretend, but also pretended to be so advanced and detached. Standing in front of him is an envoy of a king, who can turn him into a piece of meat with a single slap. He is so calm, and can laugh so helplessly, as if to attack the eldest grandson Luocang. Self-surrender and identity, how humiliating it is.
Changsun Luocang had already raised his holy spirit, but when he saw Bai Rong and that helpless smile, his heart trembled, and the palm stopped in mid-air.
With his cultivation base, he can somewhat tell the state of an ordinary saint master, but in front of this handsome young man who is as handsome as an evildoer, he can't feel the slightest aura of the holy air flow!
Could it be that his cultivation is not inferior to his own! How can this be?
The more Changsun Luocang thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. His eyes also swept over Bai Rongyu's body carefully.
Noticing the increasingly deep eyes of the eldest grandson Luocang, Gu Fenghuahe and Luo Enen took a sneak look at Bai Rongyu, and they were so admiring. For the sake of pretending to be x, even the majestic envoys dare not act rashly in front of him, and it is impossible for people not to admire him!
"Dao Jun Sword! Zhang Yidao's Dao Jun Sword, you are Zhang Yidao's disciple, he passed the Dao Jun Sword to you!" Suddenly, Changsun Luocang's gaze stayed on Bai Rong and the long sword at his waist, Let out an unbelievable exclamation.
While exclaiming in surprise, his eyes quietly looked around, and his divine sense also searched away, but he didn't find anything unusual.
"Zhang Yidao, you are a majestic monarch who hides his head and shows his tail and is not afraid of making people laugh. How about fighting with my eldest grandson Luocang!" The eldest grandson Luocang shouted loudly.
A huge Qi machine also diffused from his body!
Among the mountains, there was a piece of tranquility. It seemed that even the birds, beasts, insects and ants in the mountains were frightened by the majesty of his envoy, and went into hibernation.
"When did the envoy Zhang Yidao become so timid that he didn't even have the guts to fight with Zhang Yidao?" Changsun Luocang roared again.
The qi machine churned out, as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and the leaves were falling like snowflakes, but the mountains were still peaceful. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com