Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

Rarely, Fang Zhixin did not give a random explanation. Every step Bai Yuefeng took was challenging his own limits, and everyone knew it.

How far can an ordinary person go? Bai Yuefeng gave the answer: take every step carefully, all the setbacks, the things that cannot be figured out at the moment, and the difficulties that cannot be overcome will become one's nourishment.

A butterfly emerges from its cocoon, growing strong wings that are strong enough to withstand the unknown, breaking through the clouds and soaring into a wider world.

Then don't be stingy, praise yourself as much as you can, because you are so strong and so talented.

After repeated resistances and little progress, amid the ever-climbing blade, Bai Yuefeng was eventually sent back to the spectator seats by the scroll.

Du Ruo quickly threw a blessing to prevent Bai Yuefeng from fainting from exhaustion.

"It's too hard."

Bai Yuefeng sat on the ground weakly, unable to utter a complete sentence: "...normal...if you don't...try...you will regret it."

After settling Bai Yuefeng, Du Ruo was ready to go on stage. She sighed deeply.

"Hey...one or two, I'm on it."

"Come on, Du Ruo!" Fang Zhixin stretched out his hand.

Du Ruo slapped him and came on the field with an expression that said I want Solla to die.

On Solla's side, Soter, who had returned to the spectator seats, patted him on the shoulder, and everything was said without words.

Silica hesitated to speak, but still whispered, "Come on."

Sollamu nodded stupidly, his ears turned red, and he almost walked up on his hands and feet.

Du Ruo wanted to laugh when she saw this dead look. She blocked out the outside voices and said, "It's true that you are a pure love warrior. Don't hide it. Your expression has already betrayed you. But don't forget, this is a live broadcast.

It doesn't matter if you're not under the camera, but you've already entered the live broadcast range, so you still have to act. How about bringing out your tyrannical aura?"

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Solla's face flushed, and after a while he said, "No problem, please give me your advice."

After he finished speaking, his demeanor changed. His clear eyes instantly became sinister and fierce, and he gave off the feeling that he had many lives in his hands.

Du Ruo raised her eyebrows. An immersive performance? He really is a person obsessed with the script.

"Then let's try and see if your poison can give me hope for further progress."

Solla raised his chin: "Hope? I will only shatter your hope, and you will die in endless pain!"

Du Ruo clenched his fist and said: I might as well slap this thing to death.

Fang Zhixin, who was sitting in the spectator booth, turned her head away and shrugged her shoulders. After she had laughed enough, she turned back to continue her commentary, scanning the dense comments.

"Ahem, now it's the battle between Du Ruo and Solla, don't ask about other things. Luo Yixing's personal problems are not within the scope of commentary. I am only responsible for explaining the battle situation.

To be honest, Solla is at level nine, with the talent of virus control, and Duruo is at level eight, with the talents of curse and blessing. The two are very conflicting, and there are no dazzling special effects. You can only listen to me.

To be honest, I think Du Ruo has a chance to win, Solla's talent is a bit suppressed."

Fang Zhixin started the elemental spirit simultaneous broadcast: "Very good, Solla has already taken action, the virus in the air has spread to Du Ruo, Du Ruo has already activated the protective measures and cast a blessing on himself.

Very good, Du Ruo has unknowingly activated the curse, cursing the opponent to be unlucky. What kind of bad luck will it be? It is recommended that Solla players do not move around casually. "

Everyone:…………

Live broadcast room:………

Sister, they are not moving at all, how can you tell so much? Just open your mouth and say it.

Fang Zhixin shouted: "Du Ruo, go up and kick him. This kid is so bold that he wants to poison me. He underestimates you!"

The corners of Philen's mouth twitched. What kind of nonsense was this?

Du Ruo rushed over with his sword without hesitation: "Are you still distracted while fighting with me? You really don't want to live anymore."

Solla secretly sighed. He just wanted to poison Fang Zhixin and make him mute, but he was discovered.

He took out the alloy knife to block the flying sword, and was very curious: "How did you know? Do you trust her so much? Aren't you afraid that she is talking nonsense?"

Du Ruo raised his sword and slashed the alloy blade towards Solla's neck, but Solla dodged it by tilting his head.

Du Ruo snorted and laughed: "Isn't she right? Your poison has little use on me. It's only this extent. You are doomed to fail."

She didn't choose anyone else because her talent was more towards support, not pure combat. If she wanted to break through, she could only find an opportunity from a level nine person of the same type.

Among the people present, Solla was the one who met the requirements most.

Solla frowned. Her poison must have already been implanted in her lungs. How could she still move? Even if it was a booster type, she couldn't be completely immune.

As he was thinking about it, a very tricky stone hit Solla's face and went straight into his eyes, forcing him to dodge.

He took a step back, but strangely stepped on a round stone and stumbled. Du Ruo followed closely and slashed at him with a sword.

Solla resisted hastily and knelt on one knee. Coincidentally, he knelt on a hard stone, which hit his tendons. The piercing pain surged to his cheeks, making Solla's face distorted for a moment.

"What kind of talent is this?!"

Just as he finished speaking, a leaf flew from somewhere and hit Solla in the face with a "pa pa".

Fang Zhixin sighed and covered his face. "I can't bear to watch this. This is just the beginning. I hope Du Ruo didn't curse him to lose his pants, contestant Solla! If you don't use your full strength again, you will not only lose, you may even lose your pants!"

A group of people watched Solla being defeated step by step. His misfortune was so strange and unexpected that it caught everyone off guard.

Gray took a breath and said, "This is probably the opponent that everyone least wants to face. But, Fang Zhixin, are the people in your team so low-key?"

Whether we can win or not is another matter, but who can stand such a miserable battle?

Fang Zhixin shook his head: "No, no, no, at least there is no curse to cause diarrhea. Du Ruo has been very careful. If the enemy has broken bones, diarrhea, sprained ankles, dizziness, needles in ten fingers, etc., then it is indispensable."

Everyone:…………

Sote suddenly felt a little worried. His brother had worked hard in the past few years, and had been under the enemy's nose. He was afraid that he would not win. He hoped that he would not be left with any psychological trauma.

Solla burst out with all his strength, and with one slash of his sword, he shook off Du Ruo and distanced himself from him. Clusters of darkness rose up from under his feet, and black moths took shape, gathering with the breath of death.

"This is my full strength, keep an eye on Du Ruo!"

The terrifying moths swarmed towards Du Ruo, gnawing at the pink blessing halo. In just one second, the swarms of moths broke through the defense line and swarmed towards Du Ruo.

In the end, it turned into spiritual power bombarding Du Ruo. Du Ruo did not dodge. This was what she was waiting for. This was the difference from the eighth level.