Chapter 130: Who told you that I cannot practice?

Luo Qinghen looked at Da Bai blankly.
That awe-inspiring, domineering look, like his hero.
At this moment, tears filled his eyes, and his heart was surging with the urge to give Dabai a hug.
"Woo, Da Bai, you, you are like a dog!" Luo Qinghen snorted, tears, and was moved by Da Bai. "You came to rescue me!"
"It's us."
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded abruptly nearby.
Luo Qinghen shuddered, and when he looked sideways, he saw that Mo Yuan with an indifferent expression did not know when he was standing by his side.
"deep……"
Swish.
Before Luo Qinghen finished speaking, Mo Yuan lifted the knife and fell, and cut the rope that bound him, allowing him to regain his freedom.
Embarrassingly, he lost the rope support, but the whole person fell to the ground.
If he still has strength, this is not a problem.
However, he is now suffering from cartilage loosening, his hands and feet are weak, and he can't stabilize at all.
"Mo Yuan..."
However, Mo Yuan looked indifferent and didn't even mean to act.
There was a plop.
Luo Qinghen's face was facing the ground, and he pounced firmly.
"Mo Yuan, you bastard!!" He lay on the ground, buried his face on the ground, and shouted angrily, "Can't you help me?"
"Da Bai, let's go, Master is worried." Mo Yuan ignored Luo Qinghen's feelings, picked up the person, and ran towards Da Bai.
On Da Bai's side, he happened to swallow the two men, and he burped.
However, these two men were actually not enough to stuff his teeth.
"Wow!!" Da Bai yelled, picking up Mo Yuan and Luo Qinghen, and hurried to Baicheng.
In order not to worry Luo Xiaoman, Mo Yuan left Luo Qinghen at Luo's house and rushed to the scene as soon as possible.
When he arrived, he happened to see Luo Xiaoman and Wan Zitong competing against each other.
He frowned tightly with a worried look on his face, but Luo Xiaoman came over with a look, but he was relieved again.
She is sure!
"Luo Xiaoman!!" Wan Zitong stared at Luo Xiaoman with a sullen face, "What if Luo Qinghen is rescued? You have already stood on the martial stage, so there is no chance to back down."
Luo Xiaoman took out a candied haws and licked it indifferently, "I never thought about shrinking."
what? !
Wan Zitong frowned. She hadn't thought about leaving the night. What's going on?
Does this little ancestor have any success?
correct!
There are many magic weapons refined by Luo Qinghen on her body, maybe this little guy thinks these magic weapons can deal with herself.
"I emphasize one point here." At this moment, Beiming stood up and said solemnly: "For the sake of fairness, both of you are not allowed to use magic weapons."
"Fairness?!" Xian'er was dissatisfied, and said solemnly: "My Xiaoman is a person who can't cultivate, and is facing Wan Zitong, the ninth level of Qi refining, without using magic treasures, is there fairness?"
"Mrs. Luo." Beiming squinted her eyes and said lightly, "I don't know if she can practice. However, Luo Xiaoman initiated this challenge on her own initiative, and she must take any risks."
"Asshole!!!" Xian'er was trembling with anger, wishing to screw off Beiming's head.
Not only her, but the other Luo family members also have the same idea. If there is no magic weapon, what will Luo Xiaoman use to fight Wan Zitong, should he use her cuteness?
They eat this set, but Wan Zitong does not eat this set!
"No, no need." Luo Xiaoman shrugged, bit a candied haws, and chewed: "My Luo Xiaoman is a puppy if I want to use it once?"
"Haha." Wan Zi was happy, "You are so cute, so silly! Do you think you will be my opponent if you can't cultivate?"
Luo Xiaoman hooked his lips, put away the candied haws, and patted his hands again.
Suddenly, her eyes were dazzling, like a frightening cold pool.
"Wan Zitong, who gave you the confidence?" She said word by word: "Who told you, Luo Xiaoman, I can't practice!"
boom!
An aura was released from Luo Xiaoman's body, as strong as a violent wind and huge waves, making that petite body instantly upright and majestic.
The voice fell, and a tyrannical aura erupted from her body, as strong as a tornado.