C11 Me not worth mentioning just a little taoist.

"The first time you drove a car this fast?" Luo Yutong's lungs were about to explode from anger, he had already changed her mind. A person who just came down from the mountain and didn't even have a phone, how would he learn how to drive?

"An Lai, I heard from my master how to drive a car. Rest assured, I can accept it." Zhou Xuanling stepped on the throttle of the car to the ground and the strong pushing force caused Luo Yutong to fall heavily onto the back of the car.

"I've heard how to drive it!" "You … you … hurry up and stop the car so I can drive it, or else …" Luo Yutong retched, "Ugh …. Otherwise, if I can't save my father, I will have to pay with my life to this point! "

"It's fine, it's fine. Ah, sit still, there's a slope ahead."

The car drove up a slope, but Zhou Xuanling did not slow down, on the contrary, he felt like he was speeding up.

Luo Yutong gripped the safety belt tightly, the huge wound in her chest caused by the safety belt created a deep chasm, causing Zhou Xuanling to repeatedly glance over.

Luo Yutong's voice was filled with tears, "Little beggar … No, master, just watch the road. After stopping the car, you want to watch me for you to see enough! "

Zhou Xuanling was amused, "Alright, you said so yourself."

As he said that, he took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and placed it beside his mouth. With a swoosh, the car flew up the slope and into the air.

On the other hand, Luo Yutong was so nervous that her heart was about to fly out of her chest.

Pa da, the car landed on the ground. Luo Yutong's head suddenly tilted forward, and then she raised her head, and her hair became dishevelled.

"Hahaha! Look at you, who's the real beggar here?" Zhou Xuanling took out his fire engine and lit up his cigarette, slowly blowing out a smoke ring.

Luo Yutong was furious, and started beating Zhou Xuanling up, "You big liar! Little beggar! "Shameless!"

"Alright, alright. Quiet down. We are about to arrive."

Seeing Zhou Xuanling's expression become calm all of a sudden, Luo Yutong also quieted down, and stared fixedly at the road in front of him.

At this moment, Luo's Father was standing in a secluded clearing. In front of him were seven or eight people and an old Taoist with the demeanor of a fairy.

On the other hand, beside Luo's Father, there were a few African men floating one meter in the air. Then, there was nothing above their heads.

"Who are you?" Luo's Father was someone who had gone through a lot of storms, so he was not too afraid when he saw this scene.

"Why, my dear Director Luo, do you not remember me?" A petite figure walked out from behind the crowd. "Little Zhao, I miss Director Luo day and night."

"Zhao Hai! Why is it you! " Luo's Father seemed to have seen something unbelievable, his eyes opened wide, "Didn't you die?"

Zhao Hai raised his head and the sunlight shone onto Zhao Hai's face. A gigantic burning scar maliciously covered half of Zhao Hai's face, "I'm really sorry, Director Luo. I guess you definitely don't want to see me, right?"

"Little Zhao, listen to me. Back then …"

"Bullshit!" Zhao Hai cursed, he then wanted to rush over and beat Luo's Father, only to stop halfway, he looked at Luo's Father fearfully and turned to the old man: "Master, I hope you can help, you must definitely make him suffer a fate worse than death."

"Alright." The old Daoist did not say much, but extended his hand and released a blue colored gas, which floated towards the Luo's Father like a living creature.

The speed of the gas seemed slow, but Luo's Father did not even have time to react before the gas entered his body.

"Ahhh …" "Howl, howl." Luo's Father screamed in pain twice, then he kept his silence, it seemed like he did not want to show his disgrace in front of the enemy.

"You b * stard, you must be pretending to be tough. Master, give me a little more strength!" Zhao Hai was originally very happy when he saw Luo's Father screaming. However, when he saw that Luo's Father was holding his breath, he was so angry that he nearly stomped his feet.

"Shut up, junior." The old Daoist was obviously dissatisfied with how Zhao Hai was directing him, and glared at Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai lowered his head and agreed, but there was a trace of gloominess in his eyes.

"If it wasn't for the fact that you have a family token, I wouldn't have come here this time." The old man's mouth did not stop talking, his hands were not idle either, as another blue gas flew towards Luo's Father's body.

At this time, a streak of lightning flew over from the distance and struck the gas with a 'shua' sound. The gas was penetrated and dispersed. The lightning struck the ground not far away and left behind a dark patch.

The few of them hurriedly looked in the direction where Lightning had come from. A car was approaching in their direction, carrying a billowing cloud of smoke and dust with it. It looked extremely imposing.

The car came to a great stop, spinning nearly 360 degrees, and stopped nearby.

The old Daoist, Zhao Hai and the rest looked at the car in shock as it came to a halt as well. They stopped what they were doing and stared at the people on top of the car.

The door to the front passenger seat was opened, and a pair of beautiful legs walked out of the car. Everyone was startled, to their surprise, it was an extremely beautiful woman, but at this time, Luo's Father who was lying on the ground shouted, "Hurry, let's go, daughter!

Was this person his daughter? There was actually such a strong Thunder Palm. The old Daoist thought in surprise, could they be the last disciples of the other mountains?

Zhao Hai was even more shocked. He had seen Luo's Father's daughter before, when had he heard that she was this strong?

slowly walked down from the carriage and gracefully looked at the scene before him before bowing down.

Then he started to vomit.

"…" At one point, the situation was very awkward.

Just then, the driver's door opened, and Zhou Xuanling stuck his head out.

"It looks like this young man," the old Daoist thought.

Then, when Zhou Xuanling got off the car, his legs went soft and he fell onto the ground.

"…" The scene became unusually quiet.

Zhou Xuanling slowly got up from the ground, touched his nose and said, "Yo, everybody... "Are you busy?"

Zhao Hai was so angry that his nose was crooked, pointing at Zhou Xuanling he shouted, "This brat is messing with us! "Go and beat him to death!"

Zhou Xuanling rubbed his nose, the cigarette in his mouth was broken. Seeing the seven or eight strong men coming over, he spat out the cigarette in his mouth and said, "Oh, you got to the point just like that?"

Zhou Xuanling stood up straight, the corner of his mouth raised in a shallow arc, and softly said, "Xiao Qian, it's time to work!"

The arena instantly turned into a chilly wind as the bright sun that was hanging in the sky suddenly turned into dense dark clouds.

Before anyone could react, they heard a soft reply, "Yes, master."

In an instant, seven or eight robust men all knelt on the ground and slapped themselves in the face. They used all their strength to hit themselves, and even the corners of their mouths were bleeding.

"Ghost Controlling Technique!" "Who are you!" The old Daoist pointed at Zhou Xuanling and shouted in shock.

Zhou Xuanling stood in his original spot without moving, he took out a cigarette from his body and lit it up, then blew out a smoke ring, slowly saying, "A little Daoist that is not even worth mentioning, Zhou Xuanling!"

Just as the word spirit landed, thunder sounded out in the sky, following that, heavy rain poured down, as though even the heavens were supporting Zhou Xuanling's words.

Unfortunately.

Zhou Xuanling's smoke was drenched and extinguished.