Quick Transmigration Madonna Transformation System

Chapter 212 Azusa's Helplessness

Zihe is a typical immortal cultivator who grew up in the sect of cultivating immortals.In his usual words and deeds, he paid great attention to demeanor and beauty, but now facing Mo Ling's attack, Zi He really couldn't maintain that calmness.He was crying inwardly, when Mo Ling slapped his face with a palm.

Although Mo Ling's attack did not bring a fatal threat to Zihe, the place Mo Ling attacked was the cheek that cultivators pay attention to!If this happened to me, and I let myself go out with a big handprint on my face, I would be ashamed of myself!So Azusa had to move his upper body and neck into a weird position.Narrowly avoided Mo Ling's attack.

"Junior Brother Mo Ling, did I offend you before?" Zi He blushed a little because of his weird dodging posture just now.He even guessed that it was because he had offended Mo Ling unintentionally that the young man opposite him always used some tricky moves.

Mo Ling shook her head, without changing her face, said: "Not at all."

no?Zi He looked helplessly at the young man and said, "Junior Brother Mo Ling, if we never had festivals, you really don't need to use such a move. I don't intend to compete for victory, let's just exchange ideas."

"Me too." After a pause, Mo Ling seemed to be belatedly said: "Aren't we just discussing at random now?"

Zihe's good self-cultivation showed signs of disappearing in an instant.He dodged Mo Ling's attack, which didn't stop even though he was talking, and thought to himself: Are you throwing yourself at someone like this to exchange ideas at will?

Enduring it, he said again: "If there is no crime for Junior Brother Mo Ling, why didn't Junior Brother use the moves of his own sect but use such...such moves that people can't avoid."

puff!Sitting on the roof, Bai Momo laughed out loud when she heard what Zi He said with a blushing face.She knew that although the monks of Xuan Ge Sect were usually quite calm, they actually paid great attention to their appearance.Just now, Mo Ling played like a wild beast, so Zi He, who had no fighting spirit, could only dodge in embarrassment.So Zihe probably couldn't bear what he said just now.

But Mo Ling didn't seem to understand Zi He's thoughts. He rarely stopped and looked at Zi He with a pair of big dark eyes in confusion: "Is there anything wrong with my moves?"

Not right, but not right!Although Zihe was shouting in his heart, he still swallowed the words. He knew that no one stipulated the opponent's moves during the competition, so even though he was reluctant in his heart, Zihe shook his head and said: "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Since there is nothing wrong, why does it have anything to do with whether you offended me?" The boy still had his eyes wide open, as if he was thinking about Zi He's words very seriously.

"..."

At this moment, Zihe felt that his thinking was completely different from the junior brother named Mo Ling in front of him.

Bai Momo was also stunned, he didn't expect such a straightforward child to exist in the world of cultivating immortals.Totally unsophisticated.

Zihe was really put out of the mood for a competition by Mo Ling, so he offered to admit defeat.So the game ended like this, and the end was dull.

Hearing Zihe's surrender on the stage, all the monks sitting on the stage looked at the master.The head of the sect seemed indifferent, and said casually: "These children have their own ideas."

No sense of blame at all!
The leaders of the other sects all shook their heads secretly: They all look the same from top to bottom!No wonder the disciples are so unmotivated.

(End of this chapter)