บท 1882: The transformation of 1882

“Clap, clap, clap, Clap!”

The sounds of whips were heard continuously, accompanied by the painful growls of the disciples of the Lingxiao Treasured Palace.

They were suspended upside down in the sky, and the whips would land on them from time to time.

The four of them looked extremely miserable. They no longer looked like the elite disciples and divine sons of the Lingxiao Treasured Palace!

Ji Lingfei saw their miserable state and could only helplessly walk over to Wang Xian to plead on their behalf.

“Alright, Alright, you two little girls!”

These few people had followed Xiao ran over after all. It was impossible for Wang Xian to kill them directly.

If Hua'er, that little devil, continued to fight them, even if they didn’t die, they would probably die soon!

Wang Xian shouted at Hua'er speechlessly.

Did this little girl have a special hobby?

“Hehe, Daddi, let’s see if I’m good. These bad guys are not my match!”