Chapter 421: Win without fighting

"Little man, this Yan Qi can see clearly." Mo Yuan squinted his eyes, his eyes gleaming with terrifying divine light, although this young boy is usually timid and cowardly, he is actually very clear in his heart.
He knew that he couldn't make instant spells in a short time, so he relied on the partner of Tortoise to create an opportunity for himself to cast spells.
No stumbling, flexibility and flexibility are Yan Qi's strengths.
"Hey, don't look at whose disciple he is." Luo Xiaoman touched his nose and raised his head triumphantly, "My disciple, how could it be rubbish?"
Seeing her triumphant and playful look, the corners of Mo Yuan's lips rose slightly, and he felt the urge to pinch that cute face again.
However, there was another Luo Qinghen staring at him. It is estimated that if he did this, he was going to get dry again and he was reluctant.
"Mo Yuan, what are you doing looking at me?" Luo Qinghen looked over at Mo Yuan's gaze, "Do you think I'm handsome again?"
As he said, he touched his face.
Mo Yuan's eyes sank, and there was an urge to make Da Bai bite him.
Da Bai: Me, did you lie down with the gun again?
"Xiao Wu, come to you."
"Ok."
Zhi Wu nodded and looked at Luo Xiaoman with a cold face, "I will end the battle as soon as possible."
With Zhi Wu's strength, Luo Xiaoman didn't worry that he would lose. After all, with the strength of the eighth layer of pill formation, coupled with the guardian spirit beast, Tujia, there were not many opponents on the scene.
"Let the horse come here." Once on the ring, Zhi Wu stared at the opponent fiercely, "I will end the competition as quickly as possible."
The other party was a disciple of Mo Feng, and he was very sad when he met Zhiwu's senior.
Why is he so unlucky that he has to face a senior who is one level higher than himself? Moreover, he is also the senior of Zhiwu in the school.
"Fuck you! Can't you come?" Zhi Wu frowned. Seeing that the other party was motionless, in a daze, he couldn't help but said coldly: "If you don't come, get out of here!"
"Okay!" The opponent shivered, turned his head, and jumped off the ring dingy.
"Huh?" Zhi Wu was stunned. Unexpectedly, he chose to abstain from voting like this, "You will come back for me."
"Wow, senior Zhi Wu, please be forgiving!!" The opponent shuddered and ran faster.
Zhi Wu was too angry.
He finally played, but he hadn't done anything before, so he abstained. How can he test his own gains these days?
"Winner, Zhi Wu!"
With Ji Wuya's shout, Zhi Wu could only win without fighting.
"Senior Zhi Wu, you are great!" Yan Qi stared at Zhi Wu who came back, "You can win without a fight."
"Are you taunting me?" Zhi Wu raised her eyebrows and stared at Yan Qi coldly, "How about... let's fight?"
"No, no, no!" Yan Qi shook his head repeatedly, and said with a sneer: "I, I just want to cheer for Senior Zhiwu, and I don't mean to ridicule."
"Hahaha, maybe we can come and fight." Luo Qinghen next to him was eager to try, and said warmly: "By the way, you can help me test the magic weapon."
"Haha, okay." Zhi Wu grinned with a sullen face, "I will definitely satisfy all your demands."
Meeting Zhi Wu's eyes, Luo Qinghen gave a little bit of a chill, inexplicably cool. Isn't this guy misinterpreting my meaning? We just click to stop, and we are not fighting with our lives. What the is this chill?
"In the next game, Luo Qinghen will face Bai Hang."
"Wow, brother, it's your turn."
"Hmm, wait for me to triumph."
Luo Qinghen smiled triumphantly, then headed straight up and stepped onto the ring bravely.