The Strongest Mad Son-in-law Chapter 1332 - 1335: Didn't You Eat?

Back when Ning Han provoked this small turtle, it managed to wipe out Ning Han's group of subordinates within re seconds.

The scene was absolutely unforgettable for Bing Qin; it was the bloodiest sight she had ever witnessed up until now.

Before this, she never thought that such a small turtle could emit such powerful energy—it was simply incredible.

At this mont, the small turtle was standing on her shoulder, seemingly asking her: "Are you touched?"

Of course, she didn't dare to move recklessly!

Xu Hao noticed Bing Qin's embarrassnt and laughed, "Don't worry, it won't harm you. During the competition later, it will be your pet. I'm giving it to you."

Ning Han was extrely angry; he had just found an excuse to prevent Xu Hao from cheating, and now Xu Hao had co up with another blatant way to cheat.

The key problem is, this small turtle is too ferocious—how could there be a turtle that kills at the slightest provocation?

He didn't even dare to look at Ao Ming now.

Ao Ming lay placidly on Bing Qin's shoulder, seemingly asleep.

However, when Bing Qin went to the ring again to spar with a disciple at the middle stage of mastery, that disciple suddenly said, "Senior Sister Bing Qin, I can hardly imagine what kind of lethal power this harmless-looking little turtle has. If I accidentally kill it, would its owner seek revenge?"

This was her major concern. Everyone knew the turtle's owner was Xu Hao, a Grandmaster Level Expert; with such a powerful owner, who dared to touch a single hair of the turtle?

Xu Hao heard the disciple's words and casually smiled, "Feel free to attack. If you can break Ao Ming's turtle shell, I'll imdiately let you beco an elite disciple of the Ice Palace!"

What a joke, Ao Ming's turtle shell is tougher than refined steel; even with heavy artillery, one wouldn't be able to crack its shell. Yet this disciple still imagines breaking its shell?

Ridiculous!

Ao Ming also glanced at the disciple, raised its head disdainfully, and leaped onto the ground, waving its paw at the disciple.

Xu Hao chuckled, "It's telling you to hack at its turtle shell; go ahead, hack at it. If you can scratch it, consider yourself the winner."

The disciple felt slighted by a turtle looking down on her. She imdiately raised her long sword and said coldly, "Little turtle, it's not my fault; you're the one who wants a confrontation. Hope your turtle shell can withstand my sword."

Many Ice Palace Outer Disciples looked on, unable to understand where this little turtle got the courage to face a refined steel long sword directly.

However, since Xu Hao has given consent, the disciple hesitated no longer and gently tapped Ao Ming's back with her sword.

To everyone's surprise, Ao Ming lazily stretched its limbs, as if stretching, and even moved its body slightly.

"Is it saying you haven't eaten properly, why so little strength?" Xu Hao joked.

Although Ao Ming is extrely old, its temperant is just like a child's, making it even more amusing now.

The crowd was sowhat speechless upon hearing Xu Hao's words. This little turtle looks cute, but its attitude is so annoying!

But how does Xu Hao understand what the turtle says?

Could it be he understands turtle language?

Though these Ice Palace disciples were curious, none dared directly question Xu Hao.

It's like a civilian daring to question a local boss directly—isn't it?

Absolutely not!

The middle stage mastery disciple was instantly infuriated, proceeded to deliver a powerful strike to Ao Ming's turtle shell, only to be shocked by Ao Ming, still hopping around with unhard shell!

"How can this be? This strike could clearly split a whole steel plate into fragnts!" Her face was filled with disbelief, thinking it must be fake.

But the truth sat before her, leaving no choice but to believe it.

She snorted coldly and said, "This is a fight between Bing Qin and ; I refuse to believe I can't defeat you, let alone Bing Qin!"

With those words, she stabbed toward Bing Qin with incredibly fast speed.

Bing Qin imdiately blocked with her sword, but Ao Ming sprang from the ground directly intercepting the strike.

"Hmph! I don't believe your speed surpasses mine!"

She refused to give up, striking repeatedly, each strike faster than the last, yet Ao Ming flawlessly blocked Bing Qin each ti.

Bing Qin felt sowhat helpless, smiling wryly. Initially, it was her duel that turned into Ao Ming versus this junior sister.

"Bang!"

Apparently bored, Ao Ming slapped her sword directly. Astonishingly, the imnsely sturdy refined steel longsword shattered into pieces with one slap.

"Clang!"

Frightened, she released her grip, and the half-sword hilt fell to the ground; further, she was jolted backward five or six steps, nearly stumbling.