Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

The evil spirit gradually dissipated.

The other party withdrew the hand that was pressing on his wrist, and the spiritual energy in Chen Zhou's body was messed up, and he felt as if his whole body was raped by demonic energy.

After taking his hand back, he took a moment to calm down before saying, "I lost."

The eyes behind the mask fell on his hands: "It doesn't matter, it was just a demonstration."

When this sentence came out, others were dumbfounded.

"Am I hallucinating..."

"Do they really take our lives seriously? Are they really playing with us?"

Masked man: "Are you coming again?"

Chen Zhou's face was a little hot, and the heat in his body rose silently: "Okay."

The masked man held his hand again. It was clearly just a simple touch, but people around him could already hear ambiguous whispers. Chen Zhou couldn't help feeling embarrassed. To be honest, he had very little contact with female cultivators. This normal modern handshake etiquette seemed too ambiguous here.

Chen Zhou silently recited the 10,000-word essay in his mind.

...

You know what, you really don't know, I really do feel a little refreshed.

Even the heat in my body dropped a bit.

What gave him such ability?

Could it be the three years of torturous thesis career as a graduate student?

The masked man said, "Ignore them, let's continue."

She exerted a little force with her hands.

With the bonus of academic knowledge, Chen Zhou's attack was much more fierce this time. His face was flushed, but his eyes were very calm, and his whole temperament was strange and beautiful.

People around him couldn’t explain it, but they felt that there was a lingering sense of resentment supporting him.

His spiritual power was unstoppable, but the masked man did not show an expression of discomfort like he did in the last game.

Her magic power was forced back into her body, and some of it was even destroyed by spiritual power.

Then, Chen Zhou raised his eyes, and the masked man said, "You win the first round."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but her body temperature doesn’t seem as cold as it was at the beginning.

He felt the palm covering the back of his hand apply a little more force and asked, "Continue?"

"of course."

The masked man joked with him half-seriously: "Brother, do you want to go back on your word and decide the outcome in one round?"

Something even more terrifying happened.

Some of the monks watching had already taken a few steps back.

Chen Zhou's scalp tingled when she called him brother. He really wanted to push up his glasses, but in order not to be so conspicuous this time, he decided to take them off in advance.

My intestines are full of regret.

She lifted up Chen Zhou's wrist in this position and started the second round.

Both of them were in good form in this round, with their spiritual and magical powers entangled together, and they seemed to be evenly matched. Chen Zhou clearly felt that her control over the magic energy had become stronger, and the magic power in her hands was no longer as wild as during the demonstration.

No, that's not right.

It's not about becoming stronger, but about restoring the original normal control ability.

Isn't there something called a guide in the world of cultivation? I think the demon cultivators really need it.

Chen Zhou retracted his hand: "I lost."

After one win and one loss, the masked man chuckled and said, "In that case, brother, you haven't told me yet, what should we do if the last round ends in a tie?"

What to do? Do it in a grand manner.

After complaining in his heart, Chen Zhou still asked sincerely: "What do you want to do?"

"If it's a tie, give me one of your belongings."

Chen Zhou: "Isn't it arms and legs or something?"

The masked man pondered for a moment, staring at his eyes: "Maybe it's eyes."

Everyone else thought that she had a crush on Chen Zhou and looked as if she wanted to laugh but couldn't.

Chen Zhou couldn't laugh at all.

It turns out that when people are being joked about, they think the other person is most likely serious.

He said simply: "Let's get started."

Early death and early rebirth.

The masked man touched his hand: "It's the last round, don't be nervous."

Shen Zhou said: "I'm not nervous."

Their hands were intertwined, and the warmth from each other's palms came over. Chen Zhou's palms were slightly sweaty, and the strong pressure made him extremely focused. His spiritual power poured into the other person's body without stopping, as if to cleanse all the evil spirits in his meridians.

The opponent's body was like a bottomless pit. Although the magic power was temporarily suppressed, it would come back as soon as he stopped. In the end, Shen Zhou could not stop at all, otherwise he would be counterattacked.

His expression changed slightly.

All the spiritual power in the body was mobilized, and the furnace physique could no longer suppress it. Almost instantly, a strange feeling spread to the limbs.

The person holding his hand did not seize the opportunity to counterattack as he had expected, but stared at his slightly red face for a long time without moving.

When the incense stick burned out, his spiritual power was almost exhausted. The masked man let go of his hand and leaned back in his chair.

At the same time, Xiaoyao Peak.

The demonic patterns on Ling Yun's face disappeared as if they were purified, revealing a completely clean and flawless face underneath the patterns.

Those eyes that always held a strong demonic aura finally revealed her clear nature.

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"Well...it's a draw." The masked man said slowly.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that she did it on purpose.

But, since it's a draw, I shouldn't have to get my arm chopped off.

So everyone else remained silent.

A soft sound.

The masked person stood up, her long hair scattered, looking strange and dangerous as she walked. She stood beside Chen Zhou and placed her fingers on the chair vaguely: "Congratulations."

She looked around and the guard immediately said, "Everyone else can leave."

The people who were mentioned felt relieved, the mechanism of the underground entrance opened, and the monks walked out one after another.

Cen Jianshen didn't move.

Her tense body was ready.

Chen Zhou also stood up: "You..."

Is there still a chance for a peaceful solution? I really don't want to use nuclear weapons.

He finally realized that this person was clearly playing a trick on him and brought everyone along just for fun.

The masked man said slowly: "Leave your bet and you can go."

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Zhou resisted the urge to push up his glasses: "Eyes?"

Why are some people so obsessed with human organs?

Is it a medical student who has traveled through time and space, and why is he so resentful?

He starts by gouging out his eyes, so will he gouge out his kidneys next?

Cen Jianshen clenched the sword tighter and tighter in his fingers.

Chen Zhou also glanced at her.

It's an expression that means "The actual combat is about to begin, remember to fight well and then come back and submit a report to me."

Cen Jianshen: "..."

It’s still the same flavor of Master.

The fact that you have time to make such a joke shows that the situation is not very serious.

If there is no other way, just fight back. I haven't fought for such a long time that my hands are itching.

The masked man looked at it leisurely for a while and said, "Do you want me to do it yourself?"

When she got no answer, she slowly extended her hand.

Chen Zhou had been waiting for this moment. He stood still, watching the hands gradually approaching.

The sword comes out!

It's not that this person has murderous intent, but he must strike first and not be passive!

Unexpectedly, the moment Baihong was unsheathed, the spiritual wind it brought blew the masked man's long hair into disarray. Her eyes were not on the sword at all, but she stretched out her hand and easily pulled his belt.

Her figure swept backwards, and at the same time, the mechanism at the entrance opened. Chen Zhou had almost no time to think, and his first reaction was to take Cen Jianshen out of the mechanism.

He grasped his loose clothes with one hand and looked back, only to see the magic butterflies scattering after the sword pierced the opponent's body.

The slate door kicked up layers of dust and quickly closed.

I couldn't open it again by twisting the mechanism.