Jiang Niannian and others divided the spirit stones won from the bet and returned Zhao Anming's share to him.

"No need, fairy, just keep it. I'm not short of money."

Jiang Niannian: “…” Xiuer, please sit down.

Yin Buqi got off the stage and saw Zhao Anming standing next to Jiang Niannian. His face darkened and he walked over quickly and hugged Jiang Niannian.

He was obviously a head taller than Jiang Niannian, but he still leaned over to snuggle into her arms and nudged her with his head.

"Don't give up, you win." Jiang Niannian smiled gently. Her child was naturally the best.

"Niannian, the injury on my back is starting to hurt again." His voice sounded aggrieved, and a little weak at the moment.

He had beautiful eyes, and when he looked at someone intently, it was as if he wanted to drown that person in them.

Jiang Niannian touched his head and said, "I'll blow on your head when I get home tonight to apply the medicine."

Zhao Anming's mouth twitched.

The fairy was distracted and didn't see it just now, but he saw it clearly, the bloodthirsty and cruel eyes, the strange and sharp swordsmanship, and the pressure of the Spirit Transformation Stage that he released from his whole body.

He was weak when the fairy was around him.

When the fairy was away, he brought a force 10 typhoon.

This Yin Buqi had pale skin, a slender body but looked a little thin, and always looked a little sickly. Coupled with his extremely handsome face, he was indeed very sympathetic.

However, artificially pretending to be pitiful can only be called scheming.

He felt that he needed to remind the fairy: "Fairy, do you think that you two are too close?"

He had met Yin Buqi sixteen years ago, when he was still a child. But now he was an adult man. It looked weird that he was still so clingy to the fairy.

"Is there?" Jiang Niannian showed a puzzled look. I am holding my own baby, is there anything wrong with that?

"Men and women should not touch each other, you..." Zhao Anming wanted to say something, but when he raised his eyes, he met Yin Buqi's cold look, and a trace of blood appeared in the corner of his eyes.

The look was a clear warning.

——She is mine.

——If you dare to say anything against me in front of her, I will kill you.

Zhao Anming didn't say anything. He was no longer the young boy he was sixteen years ago, and he had no intention of exposing Yin Buqi's true face.

Soon, it was Jiang Niannian's turn. She originally thought that it was a coincidence that Yin Ci was facing Yin Buqi, but who knew that her opponent was actually Tang Murou!

It's fucking ridiculous! It's completely out of the original storyline!

Tang Murou bowed gently to her, then holding the Peach Blossom Sword in her hand, attacked her with her most beautiful move "Dancing with Rain".

Any man who sees such a beautiful woman with a stunning figure and pretty face would not have the heart to lay a hand on her.

But Jiang Niannian is a woman who doesn't have that kind of thing, so, I'm sorry! She won't pity this delicate flower!

While dodging Tang Murou's attack, she swiftly swung out sword shadows all over the sky, as powerful as wind and thunder, and attacked Tang Murou directly.

Tang Murou's pupils shrank slightly, and she subconsciously raised the sword in her hand to block, but she felt a crisis coming from behind. She turned around quickly and saw Jiang Niannian's sword on her beautiful neck. If it was an inch off, it would be fatal.

A smile appeared on Jiang Niannian's red lips. The figure just now was just a brief illusion created by her spiritual power.

As long as she could knock the sword out of Tang Murou's hand again, she would win.

A strand of Tang Murou's smooth black hair was cut off by the sword energy. She looked at Jiang Niannian with slightly moist eyes and a look of sadness between her brows.

I have to admit that this face has a natural killing power on men. Looking at this tearful face, even the strongest heart will instantly become soft.

But Jiang Niannian is not like that. She is a woman! A pure girl!

In the original text, the man who was fighting with Tang Murou was bewitched by her and said with pity: "Put down the sword yourself, I won't hurt you." Who knew that he was distracted for a moment, and was killed by Tang Murou.

Thinking of this, Jiang Niannian knocked Tang Murou's Peach Blossom Sword down.

The winner has been decided.

Just as she was about to leave, the originally delicate and weak Tang Murou's eyes suddenly turned cold. She picked up the peach blossom sword on the ground, and with a surge of spiritual energy, she stabbed towards Jiang Niannian's back!

However, Jiang Niannian reacted very quickly and turned around to fight back.

Two swords... a competition of speed!

"ah!"

With a cry of pain, Tang Murou's shoulder was pierced by Jiang Niannian's sword. The blood instantly soaked Tang Murou's light gauze clothes. She looked at the sword on her shoulder in disbelief.

"Rou Rou!"

"Mu Rou!"

Two male voices rang out at the same time. Then, a loud noise erupted in the air, and a huge spiritual force struck Jiang Niannian!

The spiritual power was too powerful, so she subconsciously closed her eyes to block it.

"Bang!!!"

There was another sound, even more terrifying than the last, and sand and rocks flew everywhere.

Jiang Niannian opened her eyes again and saw Yin Buqi standing in front of her. The sword in his hand could not withstand the impact of spiritual power and broke into pieces, turning into powder.

"No, what about you?!"

Yin Buqi wiped the blood from his mouth and said softly, "Nian Nian, I'm fine." He turned around, looked at Tang Xuanye in front of him with a cold face, and said with a sarcastic smile, "Why, you can't afford to lose?"

Tang Xuanye was obviously angry, but he didn't say anything.

"Mu Rou, how are you?" Another man picked up Tang Mu Rou with an anxious look on his face.

"Brother Jiejiao, Rou'er is in so much pain." Tang Murou sobbed softly, her red lips slightly panting, her pretty eyes full of affection.

Okay, the identity is confirmed. This person is one of the seven dragon balls - Miaojiang Gu King Jieyou.

Jiang Niannian was not panicked. She was in the right. The eyes of countless spectators could testify that the competition was clearly over. It was Tang Murou who violated martial ethics and launched a sneak attack. She stabbed her, which was considered legitimate self-defense.

"Brother Jiejiao, Rou'er seems to have been poisoned." After saying this, he fainted.

When Jie Jiao heard it, he looked at her shoulder and saw sticky black water oozing out of the wound.

There was a gloomy look in Jieyou's eyes, and he glared at Jiang Niannian: "You hurt her."

Jiang Niannian immediately realized the seriousness of the matter and explained, "She attacked me first, so I stabbed her."

"How dare you make excuses? You look gentle, but how can you be so vicious! Even if Mu Rou was wrong first, you actually put poison on the sword!"

"I didn't. If my sword was poisonous, the blood that flowed out of her wouldn't be bright red at first! The black blood was clearly there just now!"

Jie Jiao sneered: "Could it be that Mu Rou poisoned you herself? She is so simple, how could she do such a thing! If anything happens to Mu Rou today, you will not survive!"

"you……"

"That's enough!" Tang Xuanye interrupted them coldly, saying, "Take Rourou to see Saint Fuhua first. We'll investigate the poisoning later. Take this woman to the dungeon."

These words simply refreshed Jiang Niannian's worldview.

The heroine's halo is so dazzling that they will be misled for life once they see her. But this is not just a misled for life, this is simply a reduction in intelligence! They have been taken away!

Seeing that several monks were about to come forward to capture Jiang Niannian, Yin Buqi stood in front of Jiang Niannian, his eyes red, and gritted his teeth and said: "Let me see! Who! Dare!"