Chapter 142: Speed of Light Slap

Martial arts, with its power and rarity, are divided into three categories: heaven, earth and human.
Among them, heavenly martial arts are the rarest, and their power is also the most amazing.
Even their Saint Academy has only one Heavenly Martial Skill.
Thinking of this, Beiming was in a bad mood!
The talent and strength that Luo Xiaoman showed just now were beyond imagination.
Imagine becoming an enemy with such an evildoer is definitely his nightmare.
Beiming squinted his eyes tightly, and a stern murderous intent surged in his heart.
However, with his proud character, how could he choose the second path?
That is impossible!
"Deacon Beiming, you have to think clearly." Seeing the flash of killing intent in Beiming's eyes, Xiulin curled her lips and said lightly: "Luo Xiaoman is not only qualified, but also With a heavenly martial skill, there must be an expert behind it."
"What's more, the relationship between Elder Yi Ji and her is enough for you to eat a pot."
Hearing this, Beiming shuddered, awakening from the killing intention of Luo Xiaoman.
This little ancestor is not irritating.
However, it was too uncomfortable to ask someone so proud of him to lower his face and take the initiative to admit his mistake to a cute baby who was only six years old.
Seeing Beiming's tangled face, Xiulin couldn't help secretly rejoicing, but fortunately, she just mocked Xia Luo Xiaoman, unlike Beiming, who was tossing people with her apprentice directly.
At the beginning, Beiming thought he had accepted a disciple with good aptitude, and he was still happy, but he never thought that he would finally poke him a big basket.
If it could come again, Beiming would never accept Wan Zitong as his apprentice, nor would he arrange so many people to besiege Mount Luomu for the share of the crystal vein mine.
As a result, the person was not killed, but was cut off by the opponent and sent back.
"Deacon Beiming, your face is not pretty?" At this moment, Luo Xiaoman sat Dabai and jumped onto the viewing platform.
Beiming shivered, recovered from the entanglement, and quickly greeted him. "Ahaha, elder teacher, you have worked hard."
Luo Xiaoman twitched the corners of his lips, this changed so quickly.
However, she didn't care, and said lightly: "I want to discuss something with you."
"You said." Bei Ming smiled flatteringly, and made Xiulin next to her roll her eyes.
What about pride? Why did you turn your head and broke the ground?
"You have also seen that, Wan Zitong just targeted my Luo family in various ways, and my second brother was ambushed by her to miss the first round..."
"No problem." Before Luo Xiaoman finished speaking, Beiming slapped the table, and said awe-inspiringly: "I let your second brother skip the first round and enter the second round."
Luo Xiaoman raised his eyebrows, this guy's reaction was rather quick. "Isn't this... unfair?"
"No, no, fair, absolutely fair." Beiming shook his head again and again, and said righteously: "Our Sheng Academy will never miss any genius."
Slap, the speed of light hits the face!
And it's still slap yourself in the face.
Beiming just now favored Wanjia in various ways, and now Wanjia is down, and Luojia is gaining momentum, and he is favored here again in an instant.
What a wall of grass, falling on both sides!
"Tsk tut, thank you so much." Luo Xiaoman smiled satisfied.
"It's easy to talk."
Luo Xiaoman returned to her original seat, sitting on Da Bai's back, watching the contest on the martial arts stage.
With her by his side, Beiming felt an invisible pressure
"By the way, Deacon Beiming, do you know a man named Fu Ming?"