"I want to compete with a child! What's the point of competing with you?" The man sneered, his eyes drifting to Song Jingyao, "Come and compete with me if you have the guts."
Song Jingyao just couldn't bear to see him being so arrogant, "Let's compete, whoever is afraid of whom!"
"Jingyao, don't be impulsive. He is an adult and it is his fault to compare with you." Mrs. Song took Song Jingyao's arm and said, "Listen to grandma and go back to the car to rest, okay?"
The three disciples of the Jianmen stood in front of Song Jingyao and stared at the man with cold expressions, "Be more sensible and compare with the three of us instead of competing with children. Do you want to be shameless? With a child Compare!"
"You have grown so tall for nothing. You have eaten more rice than him. You actually chose to compete with the weakest child. It's too much!"
"It doesn't matter who you compete with! You must compete with us!"
With that said, the three of them rushed towards the fierce man who was leading them.
The three swords struck almost simultaneously!
But the man dodged lightly, clenched his fist and hit Song Jingyao fiercely.
Song Jingyao¡¯s teeth were about to crack as he pulled Mrs. Song beside him behind him and pushed her towards Song Yichang¡¯s arms, ¡°Grandpa, take care of grandma!¡±
Then, he went up to meet him.
And the three Sword Sect disciples suddenly had shocked expressions on their faces, and couldn't help but scream, "Jingyao!"
"Young Master Song!"
"Young Master!"
But Song Jingyao had already confronted that man head-on.
His slim young figure looks extremely thin, but he is like a pine and cypress in a mountain stream, which would rather break than bend.
Standing tall and facing the violent wind and rain, never flinching.
Mrs. Song saw her grandson coming up to him like this, and her face suddenly turned pale with fright. Her hands were trembling. She didn't know what was going on. Her mind seemed to be dizzy. She held her mobile phone and started to make a call. "Qiqi Qiqi"
But she dialed for a long time, but no call came out, only busy signals coming one after another.
"Qiqi" She kept calling Jian Qiqi's name subconsciously, but the call could not be made.
no signal!
There is no signal here!
She couldn¡¯t even ask Song Yan or Jian Qiqi for help.
How could it be like this
¡°Is her grandson going to be bullied by these men in black?
This is no longer simple bullying, this is clearly a life-threatening matter!
Song Yichang saw that she had taken her mobile phone and quickly took out his own. He noticed at a glance that there was no signal here at all, "Damn it! Why is there no signal?"
"Jingyaomy Jingyao" Song Yichang only hated himself for not knowing martial arts and why he couldn't do anything when he encountered this situation.
Nothing can help Song Jingyao.
His eyes were red, and he stared at the man in black with hatred. How could there be such a vicious person, who must put their ancestors and grandchildren to death?
They clearly have no grudges or grudges.
This is obviously the first time we have met in our lives.
It¡¯s just a small car accident!
But he refused to give up, and there were no casualties.
It was just a slight bump on the car door.
They are still retrograde.
It¡¯s their fault that they are so arrogant and domineering.
unacceptable!
With a bang, everyone couldn't help but look over and saw Song Jingyao's body being hit far away in a parabola shape.
Then it fell hard!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, instantly dyeing the white shirt on his chest red, which looked shocking.
Mrs. Song¡¯s tears never stopped. She was so angry that she almost fainted when she saw her grandson, who was not yet 12 years old, being beaten like this.
"Don't fight! Don't fight anymore! No more competition, Jingyao, we won't compete anymore."
Song Jingyao slowly raised his head and looked at the man in black. His eyes were extremely calm, as if there were no emotions or feelings.
The man in black laughed proudly, "I thought you were so awesome, little brat! You are so awesome, but it's nothing more than that!~"
"Song Yan and Jian Qiqi's son is nothing more than a loser! Hahaha! From now on, I can show off for a month when I go out, and I will be the man who can beat Song Yan and Jian Qiqi's son to the ground!"
"You are an adult? Lower the steel pipe.
He was completely relying on his skill and flexibility to compete with the man in black.
But so far, it has been nearly an hour, and he has only suffered a loss at the beginning. So far, he is still 50-50 with the man in black.
No one has taken advantage of it, and no one has suffered much loss.
The man in black gradually became anxious.
what happened? A little kid really can't control himself?
The mood of contempt and disdain for Song Jingyao before was gradually replaced by irritability.
He was so angry that he punched Song Jingyao in the stomach with his fist. Song Jingyao blocked it with a steel pipe and directly blocked his fist back. However, the power of this fist was so great that Song Jingyao's body was also beaten. He took dozens of steps back and finally fell to the ground with a plop.
But he straightened up and stood up. Not only was his white T-shirt stained with blood, but it was also dusty and rustic. He was no longer the handsome young man he had been when he first left home.
Although his face was gray, his eyes were full of wolfishness, looking fierce and full of reluctance to admit defeat.
Mrs. Song¡¯s chest hurts from time to time, like riding a roller coaster, rising and falling for fear that something unexpected might happen to her grandson.
Just when Song Jingyao rushed towards the man in black again, a trace of cruelty flashed in the man's eyes, and a sharp dagger with a cold light appeared in his hand, pointing towards Song Jing Haruka stabbed it! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com