"Holy crap! My little junior aunt is still the most powerful!"
"My dad is so useless. He fought the enemy for so long, and my little aunt defeated him in just a few moves."
Yuanbao looked at the enormous, fat giant, his big eyes shining with admiration.
In his heart, his junior aunt was invincible.
Upon hearing these words, Xiao Xuan:............
It seems like there's nothing wrong with it, but why does it sound so weird to me? So weird that I want to grab that chubby little guy and spank his bottom.
Hilltop.
Luo Bingshu lay on the ground convulsing, his head still buzzing, and it took him a long time to recover.
He sat on the ground, silently watching the chubby girl who, after brutally torturing him, was squatting on the hilltop, devouring a pig's trotter with gusto, her mouth dripping with oil.
He pursed his lips, looking like he was about to cry.
But then he remembered a phrase that Uncle Shenan often told him: "A true man sheds blood, not tears."
So he pressed his fingers together like a knife and silently made a cut on his arm, letting the blood flow slowly to clear his mind and tell himself that this was not a dream.
"May I ask who this gentleman is, senior?"
Luo Bingshu pointed at Yi Cheng and looked at the Qin beast.
Qin Shou responded calmly.
"My third disciple."
How old are you?
"Hmm...it's quite big, over a hundred years old."
"..............."
Luo Bingshu suddenly didn't want to talk anymore.
He had cultivated Taoism for over three hundred years, yet he was defeated by a chubby little girl with questionable intelligence.
"I lost."
After a while, Luo Bingshu said to Xiao Xuan.
Xiao Xuan shook his head. "The battle between us is still undecided."
"No, actually, I lost the moment I lost the power I had suppressed."
"I am willing to honor my bet and agree to the five-thousand-year promise."
In fact, when Luo Bingshu agreed to the bet with Xiao Xuan, he never thought he would lose.
Five thousand years is a very long time for a genius like him.
But since I agreed, I have to accept the consequences.
"You're a whole realm higher than me; that reflects your strength and skill."
Xiao Xuan, with his hands behind his back, said calmly, "Today I haven't lost, and you haven't lost either, so let's consider it a draw for now. We'll settle it another day."
"Furthermore, I've never fought as exhilaratingly as I have today. I acknowledge your strength and admire your character. I'd like to be friends with you. What do you think?"
Xiao Xuan stretched out a large hand, looked at Luo Bingshu, and laughed heartily.
"good. "
Luo Bingshu didn't hesitate and reached out to grasp Xiao Xuan's outstretched hand.
Xiao Xuan pulled Luo Bingshu to his feet, and facing Xiao Xuan, he laughed loudly, "Actually, it's been a long time since I've had a battle as evenly matched as this."
"In that case, let's agree to meet a hundred years from now at the Immortal Martial Arts Tournament in the Central Plains, and see who prevails!"
Luo Bingshu extended an invitation to Xiao Xuan.
"good. "
Xiao Xuan agreed without hesitation.
He had long yearned for the Immortal Martial Arts Tournament, which was held once every hundred years in the Central Plains.
That place is where geniuses gather, and where all glory belongs.
He did not participate in this Immortal Martial Arts Tournament because his cultivation level was not high enough. After a hundred years, when he enters the Void Realm, he will naturally go and see the spectacle of the Immortal Martial Arts Tournament.
"Little one, I observed that while your offensive power was strong during your previous battle, there were also many shortcomings. I will address them for you one by one in the future."
Song Ningsheng looked at Luo Bingshu and spoke.
"Thank you, senior."
Luo Bingshu bowed respectfully.
"Come on, it's lunchtime, let's eat together."
Qin Shou spoke enthusiastically.
Before long, the table was filled with delicious food.
This time, Luo Bingshu did not refuse, because the dishes on this mountain were truly delicious. The last time he had such delicious food was at the Nine Heavens Pavilion in the Central Divine Continent, where the culinary skills of the current Sage of Cookery were on display.
Besides, and more importantly, which of you uses five or six kinds of spiritual herbs and medicines to make soup, and they are all fourth or fifth grade spiritual herbs and medicines?
At first, the chubby little carp even put in a third-grade spiritual herb, but that senior pulled it out and threw it away, feeding it to a blue ox that the Qi Refining Realm cultivator had brought over from the back mountain...!!
Mommy...
Luo Bingshu was thoroughly shocked today.
This suddenly reminded him of something that happened not long ago: he had gotten into a fight with someone over a fifth-grade spiritual herb.
"Yi Cheng, eat slowly, eat less, look how fat you are."
Yi Cheng's entire face was buried in the plate.
Qin Shou couldn't stand her eating manners any longer and pointed it out to her.
Unexpectedly, the little orange-faced girl hardened her expression and proudly muttered:
"Master, I really blew that pretty boy out of the water today, avenging Siwu. It took so much effort! I need to eat more to make up for it."
Luo Bingshu:............Suddenly, the food in my hand didn't taste good anymore.
"Nonsense, I clearly saw that you didn't expend much effort."
Qin Shou glared and angrily rebuked.
Yi Cheng immediately retorted,
"Master, although this pretty boy is weak, it still takes a lot of energy for the goose to support such a large Dharma body."
Snap!
Luo Bingshu put down his bowl and chopsticks.
It's numb, I'm not eating anymore.
So he got up and went outside.
However, Yi Cheng didn't seem to feel anything; she just felt that since there was one less person to eat with, she could eat more.
So he picked up a huge piece of fatty pork, shoved it wildly into his mouth, and continued muttering incoherently:
"Also, if a goose doesn't eat enough and gets thin, it won't be cute."
"Right, senior sister?"
Yi Cheng turned her head, licked her little tongue, and looked at her senior sister with an innocent expression.
"Giggle..."
Looking at his silly expression, Wenqing covered her mouth and chuckled softly.
"Yes, yes, in my senior sister's eyes, Yi Cheng is cute no matter how fat or thin she is."
He gently stroked Yicheng's head and smiled.
"Hehehe, senior sister is the youngest!"
Yi Cheng nuzzled her head, trying to snuggle into Wen Qing's arms.
Wen Qing reached out a slender, jade-like hand and gently touched Yi Cheng's head, smiling as she said:
"Oh dear, Yicheng, look at you, your mouth is all greasy. If you get your senior sister's clothes dirty, will you wash them for her this afternoon?"
"Ah! I need to do laundry! But Goose and Little White have agreed to rehearse for their play this afternoon."
Yi Cheng blinked her small eyes and suddenly shouted, "Little Fatty from Turtle Mountain!"
"arrive! "
Little Fatty, clutching a large pig's trotter, immediately stood up, then ran over to Yi Cheng and asked, "What are you doing?"
brush!
Yi Cheng grabbed Xiao Pang's bib and wiped it on his mouth, then happily snuggled into Wen Qing's arms.
Little Fatty glanced down at his already filthy little bib, now even filthy, and ran back without a care, continuing to show off his food.
Anyway, I have an older sister, and she will help me wash my little bellyband.
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