#218 - Stop arguing, I'm thinking.

"You want to fight me?" Wu Yanhan looked at the woman in front of her and said calmly.

Wu Yanhan didn't care who her opponent was.

Wu Yanhan didn't care about the rewards offered by the Tianxuan Sect.

Wu Yanhan came here simply because she was bored and wanted to find something to do.

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

"Just bored, having a little competition," Mo Zhu'er replied.

"Who is this masked woman?"

"Her eyes are so beautiful."

"Hiss! That figure! That waist!"

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

"I don't believe she's ugly under that veil!"

"Opening bets, opening bets! Masked woman versus Wu Guo's Wu Yanhan, who will win or lose? Place your bets now!"

The outside of Wu Yanhan's formation was already quite lively.

But when Mo Zhu'er entered, it became even more lively.

Some people even started taking bets on the spot, and many people were placing wagers.

In the eyes of these male cultivators, there was even more excitement.

Women fighting! The best thing to watch!

Jiang Ruyan, who was standing in place, was stunned.

In Jiang Ruyan's opinion, under normal circumstances, Zhu'er would definitely not join in this kind of commotion.

But Zhu'er directly entered the arena.

Zhu'er even said something like "Just felt uncomfortable looking at her."

Zhu'er definitely has some feud with this Wu Yanhan!

Speaking of which.

How could Zhu'er have a feud with this Wu Yanhan?

Moreover, this Wu Yanhan doesn't seem to recognize Zhu'er either.

In the formation, Wu Yanhan looked at Mo Zhu'er and adopted a fighting stance: "Make your move."

"Hehe."

Mo Zhu'er sneered twice and didn't waste any words. Her figure turned into streaks of black mist, and the black mist kept dispersing, eventually forming ten Mo Zhu'ers.

The black mist clones rushed towards Wu Yanhan.

Wu Yanhan kicked away one clone, but another clone was already holding a short sword and stabbing towards Wu Yanhan.

Wu Yanhan kicked again, using her martial artist's true energy to disperse Mo Zhu'er's black mist clone again, but another one came stabbing with a short sword.

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

The black smoke that Wu Yanhan had dispersed kept condensing and re-condensing into the appearance of Mo Zhu'er.

In an instant, ten Mo Zhu'ers approached, all wielding short swords and stabbing at Wu Yanhan.

"Hiding and dodging!"

Wu Yanhan said coldly.

Wu Yanhan stomped her right foot down.

Just as ten short swords were about to pierce into Wu Yanhan's body, the intense martial artist's true energy dispersed all ten Mo Zhu'ers.

Behind Wu Yanhan, a martial soul manifestation appeared.

All the smoke condensed into one Mo Zhu'er.

Wu Yanhan delivered a punch, the fist force twisting the air in a straight line, pointing directly at Mo Zhu'er's chest.

Mo Zhu'er gently waved the long sword in her hand, dispersing the martial artist's true energy that was rushing towards her.

Mo Zhu'er stood fifty meters away from Wu Yanhan and smiled contemptuously.

"Princess, you are really scary. No wonder that驸马爷辞婚 (son-in-law) resigned from the marriage. If it were me, I would be afraid too," Mo Zhu'er said, her tone carrying a hint of green tea flavor.

"Hiss."

The people outside the formation gasped when they heard the masked woman's mockery.

Good heavens, what kind of hatred, what kind of grievance? It was already a disgrace for a woman to have her marriage rejected, but she actually directly exposed her scar like this?

This is really too exciting!

Wu Yanhan frowned and looked at the woman in front of her coldly: "What's your name?"

Mo Zhu'er said in a delicate voice: "I'm just an unknown junior. My name is not worthy of entering the Princess's ears."

"Good."

As soon as the word landed, Mo Zhu'er's pupils shrank. In less than half a breath, Mo Zhu'er didn't even see Wu Yanhan's movements clearly, and she was already in front of her!

"Roar!"

Wu Yanhan punched out, accompanied by a dragon's roar.

Mo Zhu'er was hit directly by this punch, but Mo Zhu'er turned into black smoke again and scattered.

Mo Zhu'er floated behind Wu Yanhan and created distance.

However, at this time, blood was overflowing from the corner of Mo Zhu'er's mouth.

It's not over yet.

Wu Yanhan stepped towards Mo Zhu'er again.

"Martial God Step?"

Seeing the true energy flowing white behind Wu Yanhan's foot, Mo Zhu'er recognized this step.

At that time, she remembered that an elder of the Black Lotus Sect was kicked to death by the Martial God Step.

"Is she that woman's disciple? Or did this Wu Yanhan get that woman's inheritance?" Mo Zhu'er was full of doubts, but Mo Zhu'er didn't have time to think about these things.

Wu Yanhan came to Mo Zhu'er's face, her left leg was fixed, and that full and slender jade leg was straightened, kicking towards Mo Zhu'er's head.

The intensity of this kick made all the cultivators outside the formation feel frightened. This masked woman will undoubtedly be defeated.

"Dong ~ ~ ~"

Just when everyone thought the victory or defeat had been decided, a hollow collision sound spread.

A large cauldron blocked Wu Yanhan's kick.

At this moment, the soft sword in Mo Zhu'er's sleeve flew out, like a red training snake, strangling towards Wu Yanhan.

Wu Yanhan retreated while blocking.

"Boom!"

Finding an opportunity, Wu Yanhan stomped hard, completely stepping the soft sword under her feet, but blood slowly dripped from her arm.

Just when the two were evenly matched and at a stalemate.

Xu Ming and his party arrived at this field.

"It turned out to be two women fighting, and the woman in the close-fitting suit has such a good martial artist's appearance and figure? Well, that masked female cultivator is also very powerful. Although I can't see what she looks like, judging from that half of her face, she certainly won't be bad!"

Yuwen Xi looked at the two women in the formation, and his expression also became excited.

"Speaking of which, who is this female martial artist? Why do I feel that her fist force and martial artist's true energy are comparable to Brother Xu's? And the spells used by that female cultivator, why do they feel like they are from the Western Regions? She even has a demigod weapon?"

Miao Feng was not interested in women fighting, but these two women attracted Miao Feng's attention.

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

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

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

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu?" Yuwen Xi turned to look.

"Shh," looking at the woman in the formation, Xu Ming rubbed the corners of his eyes, "Don't make noise, I'm thinking."

[I rested for a day today, and as a result, I played Super Smash Bros. with my friends for an afternoon. I was so dizzy that I remembered that I hadn't coded any words yet.

Fortunately, I wrote some yesterday, so I managed to catch up today.]