Seven princesses, are you really okay?

It's really good that the scar forgets the typical pain.

"Don't you want to?" Feng Wuwu really went up again, and untied the small leaf red sandalwood Buddha bead bracelet on his hand, and at the bottom of the bracelet, there was an off-white bone bead, and handed it to Ye Luo, "The small leaf red sandalwood Buddha bead is not precious, and many monks in the Tuhan Kingdom have worn it, but the relic embellished on the bracelet is one of the one hundred and eight Buddha bone relics of the Buddha Emperor of the earth." As long as you can win me, this Buddha bone relics bracelet will be yours. ”

Ye Luo: "!!"

Mushroom Liang, you are simply a god-level loser!

The Buddha bone relics of the Buddha Emperor of the earth, dare to take them out and gamble? If the Earth Buddha Emperor really exists, will he cry and faint in the toilet?

"Is it better than that? Isn't it comparable? ”

Feng Wuwu stretched out his hand and grabbed Ye Luo's sleeve, shaking and shaking, like a coquettish little girl, "We are all ninth-order mad martial artists, my realm is slightly higher than yours, your madness is thicker than mine, we are at the same level, this time it is absolutely fair!" ”

Ye Luo couldn't help but have a headache.

Feng Wuwu is sixteen years old, and he is two years older than his own body, but he is childish, and he is really unrecruited.

"Seventh Princess, if you lose again...... "Your brother will definitely blame you."

"Can't lose! I'm not going to lose this time! ”

Feng Wuwu licked his lips, revealing a cute little tiger tooth, pointed to the nine-eyed dzi necklace in Ye Luo's hand, and said, "If I win, you will return the nine-eyed dzi to me." ”

Ye Luo: "......"

I thought you didn't care, princess, but you still cared, and you wanted to win back what you lost.

Ye Luo's gaze was a little hesitant, and he swept towards the wind above the throne. The expression seemed to say, "Whatever happens to me, your sister has to send it to me."

Feng Wushi seemed to understand Ye Luo's gaze, the curvature of the corners of his lips deepened, and a look of pleasure crossed his starry and moon-like eyes. He nodded slightly, in acquiescence.

So, the second competition began-

Ye Luo and Feng stood face-to-face in the empty courtyard.

There is no formal ring, and there is enough open space to become a ring.

"Thorns!"

Feng Wuwu was eager to win, and as soon as he came up, he used the martial arts of the semi-holy product.

Under Ye Luo's feet, the ground shook slightly, and then, a row of half-meter-long ground thorns stretched out, with more than a dozen of them.

Ye Luo's speed was extremely fast, and he trampled the wind rage under his feet, and instantly withdrew from the attack range of the wind worry-free.

"Huh?"

Feng Wuwu wanted to strike first, but she didn't want to make the first move, but she couldn't even touch the corner of Ye Luo's clothes, she took out an earthy yellow scimitar, "A first-order inferior spiritual weapon, a coyote moon knife." ”

Ye Luo's golden eyes were Ling.

She noticed that the coyote moon knife was very unusual.

The handle of the wolf's head is held in the hand by the wind, and the surface of the crescent-shaped scimitar is surrounded by the madness of the earthy yellow earth.

"Coyote Howling Moon!"

Wind Carefree attacked again.

The earthy yellow wolf-headed phantom flew out from the coyote moon knife, and let out a wolf howl of "whoop", like a howl to the moon.

Ye Luo's heart suddenly changed. She knew that Feng Wuwu's blow had at least the strength to become a good one. She activated the first-order inferior martial art, the Flame Spirit Technique, and unleashed a Flame Spirit Dance.

Two extremely fiery fireballs pushed out of her palms, colliding with the coyote phantom.