1720 A Washboard for the Crown Prince?
Ding Yun saw it clearly from the side, and the corner of his eye jerked.
This… this really was a washboard!
Since Qiaoqiao was carrying a washboard with her, it must be to readily punish Crown Prince Mo to kneel on it!
When he thought of this, Young Sir Ding revealed a smile.
He deserved it. That stinkin' man should kneel on it until he dies as punishment!
That guy actually caught him unawares and snatched away Qiaoqiao. He was absolutely shameless! So outrageous…
This washboard of Qiao Mu's was actually one of the giant ape's tributes.
Oh, it wasn't. It was an item from the pile of lousy toys that the giant ape had collected in the Xuanji secret realm.
Don't look down on this washboard. It was indeed a spiritual weapon!
It's just that its appearance looked like a washboard!
Actually, Qiao Mu felt that this spiritual weapon engineer had probably wanted to forge this washboard into something like a ferule. But later on it got a bit too wide and couldn't be changed back. That's why its appearance was a bit catastrophic…
Suddenly, as quick as a flash of lightning, Qiao Mu brandished this washboard and charged toward that man who was jeering at her.
She soundly whacked the back of his head without leaving any room for objection.
Everyone heard a loud smack, after which that man dumbfoundedly fell to the ground with a thump.
They watched as the little lady charged over like a fighting bull and whacked the washboard on his head again until his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
The last reaction he had was most likely: Where did this savage woman come from? He was only teasing her!
"You're the one with slim arms and legs." After taking the man down, Qiao Mu eyed the other two men nearby. "What? You're not convinced?"
"Uhm, cough. Cough cough." Those two men nearly choked on their own saliva, and they quickly waved their hands in denial.
Afterwards, they slipped away like a wisp of smoke.
Even though the other competitors thought the little lady's behavior was a bit comical, they were secretly astonished by this scene.
After all, this little lady had smacked a level-10 body cultivator unconscious with just something that looked like a washboard.
Her nimble actions were truly astounding.
The people in this competitors' area might become their opponents later on.
Many people were silently scrutinizing and making comparisons. They realized that if they were in that burly man's shoes, they might not be able to dodge the little lady's two seemingly ordinary whacks on the head…
"Cough, cough." At this time, Qi Xuanxuan cleared her throat in all seriousness. She then led Qiao Mu back over toward an empty seat on the side.
There were currently two middle-aged men bathed in blood fighting in the center of the battle arena.
There was a sign with "arena king" hanging in front of one of the middle-aged men's chest. This was probably the king of the arena.
Qiao Mu squinted her eyes and looked down at her own chest. If she freakin' had to hang this sign in front of her chest, she reckoned that Qi Xuanxuan and them would probably laugh at her for a whole year!
The king of the arena got chased down from the stage. He shouted himself hoarse and beat the ground, but he couldn't fight his fatigue and fell down heavily.
A woman beside them sighed delicately and said, "Sigh, it really is a pity. He had already lasted until the tenth battle and could request for a break. Unfortunately, he was unable to defend his title for this tenth challenge."
Qiao Mu turned to look at that woman before tugging on Qi Xuanxuan's sleeve.
