Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

Ling Shaoqing threw out the folding fan in his hand in an instant, the paper fan spun in the air, and a gust of wind suddenly blew across the entire arena.

The audience hurriedly raised their hands to cover their mouths and noses, Mu Yan squinted her eyes, and the strong wind blew her skirt and messed up her hair.

Unexpectedly, he made such rapid progress in just a few days.

Wan Muyan couldn't help but marvel in her heart.

The strong wind knocked out the three swords that had been pierced all over his body at once. The three swords drew a perfect arc in the air, and then thrust them into the arena abruptly.

The sword cuts iron like mud, but at this moment it can only be inserted into the arena.

Mu Xueting raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect this sixth-level Taoist Huang to have such great abilities.

She raised her hand, the palm was still trembling involuntarily, it seemed that the force from just now still remained in her hand, which made her unable to ignore the numbness of the palm.

"This, is this Ling Shaoqing?"

Mu Xuecheng stared wide-eyed in surprise, carefully sizing up the young man in black clothes.

The boy was tall and straight, but his complexion was not as good as usual, that is, he was not as smiling as usual, with a serious face, which was really scary.

It's just that Wan Muyan rests her chin and looks at him with great interest.

This person is still full of surprises.

When they first met, Wan Muyan never imagined what surprises and surprises Ling Shaoqing would bring her.

As Mu Yan was thinking like this, a flower stalk with sharp thorns suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The buds are blue, with a unique fragrance, and Mu Yan can tell at a glance that this is the blue rose, the love of the cloud.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she reached out to take the blue rose.

Mu Yan looked at the man's hand.

Those were a pair of white and tender hands, from a man with a cold and pale face.

"How, this game"

Hua Zhaoying asked aloud.

Wan Muyan looked at him in disbelief, not understanding why this person who was supposed to be in another arena would appear here at this moment.

Thinking of this, Hua Zhaoying smiled, and then said: "That game was very close, and I guess it will be played until the end. I can see their style of play later."

Wan Muyan could only nod her head, but she quickly remembered with doubts.

Dikun Sect is a Buddhist sect without any desire to win or lose.

This is well known, every time they come back to participate in the Light and Monster Convention, they just come to go through the motions.

But that doesn't seem to be the case now.

Why, the Dikunmen are going to fight against the most aggressive Huolimen, who must pay every vengeance.

This is totally out of character for them.

"Look!"

At this time, there was another exclamation from the audience, which immediately attracted Wan Muyan's attention.

She looked in the direction the person beside her raised her finger, and saw a hurricane suddenly blowing up, wrapping Ling Shaoqing in it.

She widened her eyes, feeling a little worried.

But Mu Yan quickly calmed down.

"Now, he is using dirty tricks."

Hua Zhaoying commented like this.

"However, they are all very lethal and obstructive moves. It seems that the Mu family is a bit difficult to fight now."

Teacher Hua smiled, and when he looked at the teenagers on the field, his eyes were filled with admiration.

Wan Muyan looked at him in a daze, then looked at the field.

The disappearing boy just came out of the hurricane at this time, and he walked in the strong wind that blew everyone straight up.

His back straightened, the corners of his clothes fluttered, his eyebrows were like knives, and he slashed at his opponent.