Chapter 120: The Senior Sister Kidnapped the Demon Lord 9
The fierce palm wind blew up the strands of hair on her temples. Mingnan suddenly crouched down and dodged nimbly.
Wei Zhuyun's eyes flashed, and he turned his palm and swept it across, heading straight for Mingnan's throat.
Mingnan misstepped and grabbed Wei Zhuyun's arm with a "snap".
She raised her eyebrows and smiled at him, "There are too many people here, let's go to another place."
Then she let go of Wei Zhuyun's hand, tapped her toes lightly, leaped up to the eaves across the street, and then floated down.
Wei Zhuyun immediately took a deep breath and chased after him.
Originally, there were more frictions where there were many monks, and it was normal for people to pick a fight when they saw someone they didn't like while walking on the street. So everyone looked as if they were used to it and looked away after just one look.
Mingnan and Wei Zhuyun exchanged four or five moves in the air. Neither of them used any spiritual power or magic energy. They just relied on light skills and external martial arts to fight in close combat with bare hands.
The sleeves and ribbons of the two people were entangled together, inseparable.
Until the attack failed, both of them fell to the ground at the same time.
There was a hint of surprise and imperceptible admiration in Wei Zhuyun's eyes when he looked at Mingnan.
Nowadays, most immortal cultivators rely on spiritual energy cultivation, drawing spiritual energy into their bodies and transforming it into spiritual power. They also mobilize spiritual power when fighting and rarely engage in close combat.
Therefore, the major sects rarely have disciples who train their physical fitness and practice external martial arts techniques.
Not to mention someone as strong and agile as Mingnan, whose moves were crisp and neat, all aimed at the vital points, with no unnecessary movements.
Wei Zhuyun was a bit frivolous at first, but now his attitude changed completely and his expression became serious.
The two men landed in a narrow and remote alley where no one passed by, which was enough time for them to show their skills.
After looking at each other for a moment, both of them saw the burning desire to fight in each other's eyes.
Mingnan smiled slightly, "Yun Zhu, do you have any other skills?"
Wei Zhuyun raised his eyebrow, "I'm afraid you can't handle it."
"How do you know if you don't try?"
"Then I am offended."
Before he finished speaking, a willow leaf slowly fell between the two of them. They both moved at the same time, trying to grab the willow leaf!
The two hands, one big and one small, separated as soon as they touched each other. The willow leaf paused for a moment, then slowly fell from between the two fingers. Mingnan stretched out his other hand first, but Wei Zhuyun swiftly swept it across with his foot. Mingnan dodged by flipping backwards, and the willow leaf fell into Wei Zhuyun's hand.
He twisted the willow leaves and raised them, smiling at Ming Nan, his eyes full of provocation.
Mingnan stepped forward quickly and kicked his wrist with his long legs.
Wei Zhuyun immediately withdrew his hand, and Mingnan's flying skirt lightly brushed his fingertips.
Mingnan did not stop. She took advantage of the situation and spun around in the air. Then, with lightning speed, she pulled out the hairpin on his head when he was not prepared.
Wei Zhuyun's long hair fell down, and the sunlight shone obliquely, passing through his fine hair and falling on his mask, making the red fox pattern even more seductive.
After he stood still and raised his eyes, he saw Mingnan holding the pink jade hairpin between two fingers and shaking it at him.
Wei Zhuyun chuckled and attacked again.
The two figures, one blue and one white, intertwined together like two flowers blooming in the wind, dazzling the eyes.
205: [Enough, stop fighting, stop fighting~]
Mingnan shuddered at the sound of the Wanwan accent it produced. Wei Zhuyun seized this brief moment of regret, grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back, lowered his eyes to look at her profile, and whispered, "You lose."
Mingnan: “…”
205: [!!! Host, I didn’t do that on purpose!]
Mingnan gritted his teeth.
I am not afraid of opponents like gods, but I am afraid of opponents like pigs.
【2, 0, 5! 】
Hearing her murderous tone, 205 pretended to be emotionless and said, "Hello, the system you called is busy. Please call again later. Aba, Abababa..."
What the hell is Ababa? Did you forget the lyrics?
Mingnan made it laugh out of anger.
But she really couldn't laugh at this scene.
She just acted so cool with Yun Zhu, but then she got slapped in the face. Doesn't she have any dignity?
Mingnan's mind raced as Wei Zhuyun leaned over to whisper in her ear, smiling and jokingly saying, "Your fists are powerful?"
Mingnan frowned and said seriously, "It was just an accident. Let me go and let's do it again."
"What if we lose again?"
Mingnan: “…”
Good question.
She gritted her teeth, her ears red as she argued, "I saw that your wound hadn't healed yet, so I let you go. Otherwise, you would definitely not be my opponent."
Wei Zhuyun was amused by her stubborn attitude towards face. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation on his wrist.
He looked down and saw that two purple ropes of light were indistinctly binding his wrists together. But every time he moved, the ropes tightened a little, and the feeling of the electric current running through him became more and more distinct.
He let go of Mingnan's hand and raised his own hands in front of her. "What does this mean?"
Mingnan tapped his wrist and smiled, "All war is fair. You didn't say I can't use spiritual power, did you?"
Wei Zhuyun thought about it carefully and realized that he really didn't say it.
They started fighting as soon as they had a disagreement, how could they have discussed it in advance?
"Okay, your injury hasn't healed yet, stop thinking about fighting all day long. Come on, Senior Sister, I have money, I'll take you to a restaurant."
Mingnan thought about it and released one of his hands. Her other hand was still entangled with the rope made of her spiritual power. She tied the other end to her wrist, put two fingers together and wiped it lightly, and the rope became transparent. No one could see it except the two of them.
"What is this?" Wei Zhuyun shook his right hand, and Mingnan's left hand also shook.
"There are too many people, I'm afraid you'll get lost."
Mingnan pulled him forward with a righteous look on his face.
Wei Zhuyun smiled, "Then you are quite considerate."
"Thank you for the compliment." Mingnan tilted his head and bowed to him.
Wei Zhuyun: "..."
It’s not true that I’m afraid of him getting lost; it’s true that I’m afraid of him running away halfway.
When Mingnan turned around, he lowered his eyes to look at his empty wrist and narrowed his eyes slightly.
She only asked about her origins, but would not allow herself to leave.
This thought is becoming more and more puzzling.
…
When they arrived at the restaurant, Ming Nancai asked for a private room in a generous manner and walked in with Wei Zhuyun.
Wei Zhuyun made himself at ease now that he was here, and sat down leisurely in the upper seat.
Mingnan did not sit down, but walked behind him.
She reached out and picked up a handful of his hair. Without turning back, Wei Zhuyun held her wrist and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
Mingnan took out a pink jade hairpin with his other hand and handed it to him, "Here."
Wei Zhuyun reacted immediately, took the hairpin and let go of Mingnan's hand.
Mingnan held his long hair, gently smoothed it out, and then tied it into a half bun. He stretched out his hand and Wei Zhuyun put the hairpin on it.
The waiter came in to serve the two people. He was stunned when he saw this scene, and then said enviously: "You two have such a good relationship."
Mingnan did not deny it. She inserted the hairpin and twisted it to secure the bun. She patted Wei Zhuyun's head gently and asked the waiter, "Take a look. How is it?"
The waiter gave a thumbs up and said from the bottom of his heart: "The fairy's craftsmanship is excellent!"
Wei Zhuyun picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. His eyes fell on the waiter's face. The waiter immediately smiled at him and the two exchanged glances silently.