Chapter 218 Don't argue, I'm thinking

"You want to fight me?"

Wu Yanhan looked at the woman in front of him and spoke calmly.

Wu Yanhan doesn't care who his opponent is.

Wu Yanhan didn't care about the rewards given by Tianxuanmen.

Wu Yanhan came here just because he felt bored and wanted to find something to do.

Moreover, Wu Yanhan wanted to see what these elites from famous and upright sects were capable of.

"I'm bored, let's have a competition." Mo Zhuer responded.

"Who is this masked woman?"

“She has beautiful eyes.”

"Hiss! That figure! That waist!"

"I really want to see what she looks like under the veil!"

"I can't believe how ugly she looks under the veil!"

"The betting is open, the betting is open. Who will win between the masked woman and Wu Yanhan of Wu Guo? Bet on it now!"

It was already quite lively outside the magic circle where Wu Yanhan was.

As soon as Mo Zhuer came in, things became even more lively.

Some people even opened the market on the spot, and many people were placing bets.

There was an even more excited look in the eyes of these male monks.

Women fighting or something! It's the best to watch! Jiang Ruyan, who was standing there, was stunned.

In Jiang Ruyan's opinion, under normal circumstances, Zhu'er would definitely not join in such fun.

But Zhu'er entered directly.

Zhu'er also said something like "I just felt uncomfortable seeing her".

Zhu'er must have some grudge against Wu Yanhan! Speaking of which.

How could Zhu'er have a grudge against Wu Yanhan?

And it seems that Wu Yanhan doesn't know Zhu'er. In the magic circle, Wu Yanhan looked at Mo Zhu'er and set up his fists: "Go ahead."

"hehe."

Mo Zhu'er sneered twice and without further ado, her figure turned into black mist, which kept dispersing and eventually formed the appearance of ten Mo Zhu'ers.

The black mist clone rushed towards Wu Yanhan.

Wu Yanhan kicked one of his clones away, but the other clone was already stabbing at Wu Yanhan with a dagger in his hand.

Wu Yanhan kicked sideways again, and the martial arts true energy once again dispersed Mo Zhuer's black mist clone, but another one stabbed with a dagger.

Wu Yanhan grabbed Mo Zhuer's wrist, pulled her forward, and punched her in the chest, but unfortunately she missed.

The black smoke that was dispersed by Wu Yanhan continued to condense and once again formed the appearance of Mo Zhuer.

In an instant, all ten Mo Zhuers came close, each holding a short sword and stabbing at Wu Yanhan.

"Hide and hide!"

Wu Yan uttered these four words in a cold voice.

Wu Yanhan stepped down with his right foot.

Just when the ten daggers were about to pierce Wu Yanhan's body, the powerful martial artist's true energy shattered all ten Mo Zhu'ers.

Behind Wu Yanhan, the martial soul image appeared.

All the smoke condensed into a black bamboo.

Wu Yanhan threw a punch, and the force of his fist distorted a straight line of air and pointed it directly at Mo Zhuer's chest.

Mo Zhuer gently swung the sword in her hand, dispersing the true energy of the warrior who was rushing towards her.

Mo Zhuer stood fifty meters in front of Wu Yanhan and smiled contemptuously.

"Your Highness the Princess is really scary. No wonder the prince consort broke off the engagement. If it were me, I would be scared too." Mo Zhuer said with a green tea tone.

"hiss"

When the people outside the magic circle heard the ridicule from the masked woman, they all gasped.

My goodness, what kind of hatred and grudge is this? It’s already very embarrassing for a woman to be divorced, and now they are just exposing her scars like this?

This is really exciting! Wu Yanhan frowned and looked at the woman in front of him coldly: "What's your name?"

Mo Zhuer said in a tender tone: "I am just an unknown junior, and my name is not worthy of being heard by Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"good."

As soon as the word fell, Mo Zhuer's pupils shrank. In just half a breath, before Mo Zhuer could even see Wu Yanhan's movements clearly, she had already arrived in front of her!

"roar!"

Wu Yanhan threw a punch, accompanied by a dragon roar.

Mo Zhu'er was hit right on the punch, but she turned into black smoke and dispersed again.

Mo Zhuer floated behind Wu Yanhan and kept some distance between them.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But at this time, blood was flowing from the corner of Mo Zhuer's mouth.

It’s not over yet.

Wu Yanhan stepped towards Mo Zhuer again.

"Martial God Step?"

Seeing the energy flowing from Wu Yanhan's back feet, Mo Zhuer recognized this step.

I remember that at that time, there was an elder of the Black Lotus Sect who was kicked to death by the Martial God Step.

"Is she the disciple of that woman? Or did Wu Yanhan inherit the legacy from that woman?" Mo Zhu'er was extremely confused, but she didn't have time to think about it.

Wu Yanhan came in front of Mo Zhuer, stood on his left leg, stretched out his plump and slender leg, and kicked towards Mo Zhuer's head.

The strength of this kick frightened all the monks outside the magic circle. The masked woman would definitely be defeated.

"Dong~~~"

Just when everyone thought the outcome had been decided, a hollow crashing sound was heard.

A large tripod blocked Wu Yanhan's kick.

At this moment, the soft sword in Mo Zhuer's sleeve flew out and strangled Wu Yanhan like a red snake.

Wu Yanhan blocked and retreated at the same time.

"boom!"

Finding the right opportunity, Wu Yanhan stepped hard and completely crushed the soft sword under her feet, but blood slowly dripped from her arm.

And just when the two were evenly matched and in a stalemate.

Xu Ming and his group came to this area.

"It's actually two women fighting, and the female warrior in the tight clothes has a very good appearance and figure, right? Well, the masked female monk is also very powerful. Although I can't see what she looks like, judging from the half of her face, she must be good!"

Yu Wenxi looked at the two women in the magic circle and his expression became excited.

"By the way, who is this female warrior? Why do I feel that her fist power and martial arts are comparable to Brother Xu's? And why do the magic used by that female cultivator feel like it's from the Western Regions? She even has a semi-immortal weapon?"

Miao Feng was not interested in women fighting, but these two women caught his attention.

In Miao Feng's opinion, if he competed with them, he would definitely not be able to last more than fifty moves.

"Brother Xu, who do you think will win?" Yu Wenxi asked Xu Ming beside him.

But Xu Ming didn't answer for a long time.

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu?" Yu Wenxi turned his head to look.

"Hush." ​​Looking at the woman in the formation, Xu Ming rubbed his eyes and said, "Don't make any noise, I'm thinking."

[I took a day off today, and ended up playing Battle Royale with my friends for the entire afternoon. I was so exhausted that I just remembered that I hadn’t typed the words yet.

Fortunately, I wrote some yesterday, so I managed to finish it today. 】

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