The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

“Ha-ha-ha... that's so funny! Such a hairy boy, my army can crush him if it's just one man! ”

A number of teachers and students at Star College also showed alarming expressions.

Someone even yelled at Mu Yan and told her to hurry up and call Bao back from the battlefield, willing to step out with the Medicis.

However, she was echoed by a cheerful, laughing voice that never returned.

“In order to truly become an army, the Underworld Flame Army must have a commander in command to defeat powerful enemies. ”

“And Jun Mo Chen, the only commander of the Underworld Flame Army. ”

“So of course he can't come back, let alone retreat! ”

Rottenton laughed louder, “A five-year-old doll as commander, what kind of junk army is this? Is it the doll army? Ha-ha-ha! ”

The monks of Tianjiajun also looked at each other with a big smile. Their faces were filled with relaxation, and there was no slight tension and fear of the upcoming battle.

People at Star College also persuaded, but found Muang's face so resolute.

The faces of the underworld flame army are even more resolute than Mu Yan's.

Their eyes fell on the small figure in front of them, without any doubt, without half contempt, but full of worship and trust.

All over Tai B Square, maybe only the people at large know why?

That their nephew is a five-year-old doll?

That their nephew is not qualified to lead the army?

Ha-ha-ha... you guys just wait a little while to crack and punch in the face!

After laughing, Rotin suddenly gave a shady expression, waved his hand towards the air, "Get on! Bring me these so-called underworld flames and crush me one by one!! ”

“Oh, I remember the owner saying that our plan in the blue clouds was to be blocked by these guys. Today is your time, just kill all these guys, and when you get back, the owners will be rewarded! ”

“Kill all--! Kill all--! Kill all--!! ”

Tianjiajun shouted and then lit up his weapons and attacked the people of Camp Tai and Camp Mo.

Yuuya Roda sat in the chair where his men moved in and looked up over the palace. "Jun Muyan, if you still have some brains, take your son back before he can, then kneel down and beg for forgiveness. ”

“Otherwise, the sword will be blind for a while, hurting your precious son, don't blame me for my harshness...”

His words were not finished, and suddenly there was a scream in the crowd.

There was also a thump, the sound of the flesh being cut open.

And it's called, clearly, coming from your own side.

Roda looked at the past with shock and saw a sword passing through Tianjiajun.

In a brief moment, the throats of the five valley brothers were broken and blood was splashed.

The center of Tai B Square shouted to kill.

But the people around them were mute and completely stupid.

I !!! Is this a fucking five-year-old doll?

Is this the kind of fighting power a five-year-old should have?!

Though by the time the Third House was in competition, it was already known that Jun Muyan's son was not simple.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible for the Prince of the Lance Empire and the heirs of the five families to admire him so much.

But in the minds of everyone, even more powerful, it's just a five-year-old doll, where can it go?

However, at this moment, everything that is happening before them completely overturns their imagination.

Is this a fucking doll?