Genghis Khan and Dian Wei in the distance were also walking towards this side.
They had not thought highly of these two middle-aged men early on, but they did not expect to hear the middle-aged man say these shameless words.
"Mo'er, ignore them."
Li Bai said in a deep voice.
Although he was poisoned, it did not mean that he had no fighting ability.
He could also kill people with a sword with his left hand.
Yan Xiaomo tilted his head, lowered his eyes, and said, "Master, don't come out, I can deal with him."
Li Bai lost his voice.
He wanted to see what surprise this disciple would bring to him, but he was still a little worried in his heart.
Although those people outside said they were from famous and upright families, they were just trying to deceive others. of.
"Do you want to fight one-on-one with my master?"
Yan Xiaomo raised her chin arrogantly, with contemptuous eyes.
Respect for elders depends on what kind of elders they are.
Elders like this should not be respected. .
"Of course, I won't let the disciples behind me come together."
"If we can defeat my master together, you are too rubbish."
Yan Xiaomo smiled disdainfully.
"Then let your master come out."
"Why are you anxious?
I am Li Bai's disciple.
Logically speaking, if the master is injured, the disciple should take his place.
Therefore, your opponent is me."
Yan Xiaomo smiled, without any fear or fear on his face.
"You little girl is no match for me."
The middle-aged man simply looked down on Yan Xiaomo.
"How will you know if you don't try?
After all, I am the disciple of Li Bai."
Yan Xiaomo crossed her arms, the breeze blew across her cheeks and blew the hair around her ears.
The hair floated in front of her eyes, blurring her vision. .
The air was filled with a sense of coldness and chill.
"You little girl who doesn't know the heights of the world, I'm going to teach you a lesson right now and let you know what it means to respect your elders."
The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and he flew off the horse, drew out the sharp sword beside him, and drew the blade of the sword.
With a cold light.
"I never respect elders like you."
Yan Xiaomo's hair flew back from her ears, and her black pupils reflected the figure speeding over.
With a wave of his hand, he opened a second skill directly on the middle-aged man, and let the middle-aged man fall to the ground.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but everyone heard a crisp sound of fracture.
Everyone was caught off guard by the scene in front of them.
How could this happen?
None of them saw how the woman launched her offensive.
It took a while for the middle-aged man to get up from the ground.
He looked up and saw the woman with a calm face on the carriage.
He was shocked.
At that moment, all the internal energy in his body disappeared, and he flew out.
His body suddenly fell to the ground, and his left hand seemed to be broken.
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The pain caused the corners of his eyes to twitch.
"You don't have to salute me.
I am a junior after all.
You salute like this makes me embarrassed."
Yan Xiaomo said with a hint of teasing in her voice and undisguised sarcasm in her eyes.
The middle-aged man cursed secretly, stood up from the ground, and said with a groan: "I just accidentally fell down, now the real thing begins."
Yan Xiaomo sneered and asked kindly, "Is your hand okay?"
Everyone could hear the clear voice just now, and it was difficult for this middle-aged man to hold on for so long. oshow7: