He was still laughing in his heart that this sword slave was looking for death.

Chen Xiao, who was originally arrogant and powerful, had already fallen to the ground and vomited blood.

One punch, only one punch!

It turned Chen Xiao into a joke in front of hundreds of outer disciples.

"waste!"

Lin Yun whispered, without looking back, and continued to walk towards the Zongwu Hall.

"Little Jiannu, what are you saying... "

Chen Xiao, who was lying on the ground, seemed to hear two extremely harsh words, resisted the severe pain in his chest and asked angrily.

Seeing that his facial features were distorted and he was so painful that he was unbearable, he still had to struggle to get up.

That look was so pitiful. The outer disciple who was close to him couldn't bear it and said with a heartache: "Senior Brother, he said you are a waste."

Puff!

When Chen Xiao heard this, he couldn't swallow it in one breath and spit out a long blood arrow.

A frustrated expression appeared on his pale face. The humblest sword slave of Qingyun Sect actually called him a waste.

I wanted to refute something, but I was indeed beaten by the other party with one punch.

As soon as he thought about this, Chen Xiao's whole body of blood surged, and a sickly blush appeared on his face.

"I...I...I...I hate it so much!"
Chapter completed!