The Beating Daily of the Little Hierarch

Even Luo Bei was unhappy, and Mu Yanqiu, who was the person involved, was naturally even more so. But this woman is a senior who has been famous for many years, so he can't say much, at most he can only ignore her.

Mrs. Dong has been famous for many years. What kind of martial arts knight has never seen before, a handsome young man, a personable and gentle son like Yujia, a ruthless killer, a hero who has read all sails and is full of justice are just ministers under her skirt... She has been observing Mu Yanqiu for more than ten days - the other party is decisive, has a long-term memory, and has excellent understanding. He is simply a martial arts wizard, but such a martial arts wizard has no response to her charm, so ruthless Such a man is so good to make people want to conquer, Madam Dong licked her bright red lips.

Although talking about it, Mrs. Dong is soft like a [-]-year-old girl, but her martial arts are not to be underestimated.

Although Mu Yanqiu was a little displeased with Mrs. Dong's frivolous words, she had to admit that the other party's martial arts were indeed extremely exquisite, and the movement of her figure was like walking and dancing, and the gauze was graceful and beautiful.

It was supposed to be an airy move with no deterrent effect, but Mu Yanqiu frequently made Mu Yanqiu feel as if he had been pierced into cotton, unable to do what he wanted. With absolute strength, he might not even be able to touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.This woman seemed to be specially suppressing him, her moves looked weak and weak, but she was able to stop Mu Yanqiu's fierce and cold sword moves.

A little level, this woman is not simple!

Luo Bei touched his chin and continued to be a spectator, but the palm of the other hand was unconsciously clenched.

Mrs. Dong was about to cry, and rubbed her sore wrist, "Young Lord, you don't know how to pity and cherish jade~"

Although he complained so much, he could easily stop Mu Yanqiu's cold and sharp sword, and even smiled softly, verbally molesting the other party.

Regardless of whether Mu Yanqiu is angry now, Luo Bei is already mad, this woman is good!Too much!How could there be such a shameless woman.

Even Gou You on the side was quite amazed, the master uncle is worthy of being a master uncle, even a murderous god like Mu Yanqiu can molested, and with such comprehensive suppression, Gou You suddenly wanted to be with this master uncle who was away all the year round Build a good relationship.

Mu Yanqiu has calmed down more than at the beginning. He has internal injuries, and the other party can see it when he thinks about it. The reason why he came to compete with him on the last day is just to observe his martial arts routines. You must understand, so the opponent used all kinds of moves to suppress him when he came up, making him very breathless.

He frowned, and was not in a hurry to attack the opponent again. He breathed a sigh of relief, and clenched his sword tightly. The sword moved with his heart, and his eyes were cold.

Since the other party used soft strength to deal with him, he would use his own way to deal with his own body. He has seen most of Madam Dong's moves and ways.

Being counterattacked by her own martial arts, Madam Dong almost gritted her silver teeth. Of course she knew how annoying her own moves were. , pulled out the soft sword at the waist, the sword was as fast as an afterimage, carrying the wind and rain, as if several swords stabbed at Mu Yanqiu at the same time.

Mu Yanqiu's eyes lit up. Although this person has a lot of nonsense, she is really good at strength. Compared with those old men who are arrogant and look down on others before, this woman is very strong, soft and soft, hard and rigid, and concentrates on He was still very handsome during the competition, no wonder it can make the silent and famous knight-errant dignitaries fascinated by him.

But being fast is what Mu Yanqiu is best at.

What kind of sword is the fastest?

As fast as a thunderbolt, or as fast as a wind and thunder.

What should the real speed be?

Mrs. Dong's sword is fast, her sword is as light as a thin wing, and her sword is as light as a piece of paper when she swings it. Her sword is as famous as her people, but Mu Yanqiu's sword is just an ordinary Qiushui The sword, firstly, the internal strength is not deep enough, and then the actual combat experience is not as good as the opponent, if even the sword is not as good...

Luo Bei, who was on the sidelines, bit his lower lip. Mu Yanqiu's odds of winning this round are less than three!

Mu Yanqiu naturally also discovered the short board of his sword. His own internal strength is not enough for him to consume a senior with decades of internal strength, so he has always been able to fight quickly and quickly. All sides are suppressing him.

Mu Yanqiu frowned subconsciously. The odds of winning this round are really slim, unless he wants to fight the opponent to the death and fight each other hard, otherwise he will lose this round!

Even though he had made up his mind, the sword in his hand didn't slow down by half an inch, and he used the fast to make the fast, and the needle pointed to the wheat, but let's see who is the winner.

But Mu Yanqiu has more heart than strength, this Qiushui sword can't bear his strong and domineering internal force flow, it keeps buzzing, Mu Yanqiu is afraid that the sword will become two parts in the next moment, Mu Yanqiu never fails Yu cares about the hilt of the sword in his hand, he is not a sword idiot, even if he has a good sword in his hand, he has no sincerity, if other swords are broken, they will be broken, it is just a sword, but this one...

Just this short moment of hesitation was enough for Mrs. Dong to find many flaws. The sword was flickering, and between the sword light and thunder, Mu Yanqiu's Qiushui sword was either used to resist, and it ended up being broken in several sections. Either he threw it with the trend, and he ended up with a serious injury.

Just when Mrs. Dong was about to point at the opponent's lifeline with all her might, a voice of "Mu Yanqiu, take the sword" came from a distance, and at the very moment, a gorgeous sword was thrown straight at Mu Yanqiu.

Mu Yanqiu reacted very quickly, quickly discarded the Qiushui sword in his hand, took a few steps back, and took the long sword thrown by Luo Bei. Luo Bei's saber was selected from the collection of good swords in Biquan Sect. For a sharp weapon, just in Mu Yanqiu's hand, Qingyue's sword chant resounded, the sword has a spirit, even a bronze sword is not comparable to ordinary swords.

When the long sword in her hand was thrown away and flew off into the distance, and Mu Yanqiu pointed at her neck, Madam Dong couldn't help laughing out of astonishment. Compared to the previous coquettishness, she was obviously more hearty this time. Dafang, "It is said that there are talented people from all over the world, but it turns out that we good guys are all old."

Mu Yanqiu pursed his lips, and let the blood from his left hand fall drop by drop, and finally bloomed on the ground. He seemed to have no feeling, with a stern face, and said to Mrs. Dong: "You lost."

"Yes, I lost." Mrs. Dong replied with a smile.

"So, I won."

"Yes, you won." Mrs. Dong said lightly.

Mu Yanqiu took the sword and carried it behind his back, "I offended you, thank you senior for your enlightenment."

"There is nothing to offend. Everyone can speak according to their strength. But I am really curious about what sect Mr. Xiao Lang comes from, and he can teach such amazing and talented people like Mr. Xiao Lang. If you are interested in joining our sect Are you a guest?"

Mrs. Dong didn't say which sect she came from, but Mu Yanqiu refused without thinking, "Thanks to senior's wrong love, this junior already has a sect."

"That's it! Xiao Langjun is really boring." Mrs. Dong was quite sorry, but she didn't force it, but she looked at the sword in Mu Yanqiu's hand a few more times, and she could compete with her beloved sword for the glory of the sun and the moon. It must not be a vulgar thing, but she just couldn't see its source.

As soon as the competition was over, Luo Bei rushed up to catch Mu Yanqiu. He had never seen such a desperate person like Mu Yanqiu. Luo Bei was almost pissed off by this guy.

Fortunately, this competition was safe and sound, and Mu Yanqiu's injuries looked terrifying.

Luo Bei embraced Mu Yanqiu, and glanced sideways at Mrs. Dong in a subtle way, his eyes were cold.

Mrs. Dong, who had already lost the competition, was in a complicated mood. After all, no matter how generous she was, she was actually unhappy. No one would be happy if she lost. What's more, she asked herself that even if she really wanted to compete with those martial arts masters who were almost hermits , she can still be ranked in the top ten. Although she didn't take out all the bottoms of the box due to certain factors, I have to say that Mu Yanqiu, a young junior, is not easy!

Accepting the little disciple's greetings, Mrs. Dong's indifferent expression suddenly froze.

She quickly turned her head to look in one direction, her expression was a little uncertain, but all she could see were unknown juniors who were not enough for her to see. The only two people who were likely to be were Mu Yanqiu and Luo Bei.But Luo Bei has also observed for a long time. Although her strength is considered top-notch among the younger generation, it is not enough to make her feel cold from the eyes alone. The horror of her fatal blow.

Is that Mu Yanqiu?

Mrs. Dong secretly denied it, it was not right, this young man should go all out in the competition with her, it is impossible to leave behind, so, who is that person?

Mrs. Dong's expression was solemn, her tender and tender eyes became more and more condensed, the unknown danger was the most terrifying.