Chapter 403

But I still have to keep that hesitant look on my face.

"But..."

Wu Yichen was impatient. "Are you better than me? I've added so much chips. You're still grinding haw. If you don't dare, with your courage and ability, what else do you want to enter Jinglin academy?"

The little steamed stuffed bun's fighting spirit seemed to be stimulated by Wu Yichen at this time. He hesitated for a moment, finally nodded slowly, and added uneasily, "I promise to compete with you now, but you can't use Xiuling sword."

"No problem!" Wu Yichen agreed happily. Ten days ago, Feng Ziyan was still an orange level cultivator. He couldn't resist his move. Could it be that ten days later, he could soar to the strength to compete with himself?

Even without repairing the feather sword, he defeated him easily.

"Come on." Wu Yichen handed the Xiuling sword in his hand to the bodyguard. He posed and looked at the steamed stuffed bun provocatively, with a smile on his face.

He has almost made up in his mind that Feng Ziyan was embarrassed under his own hands.

The little steamed stuffed bun took mubai down from his shoulder and put it on the ground. "You watch obediently. When I win, he will take you to Tianxiang building to eat crispy chicken."

Mu Bai jumped on the ground and cried twice, as if worried about the steamed stuffed bun.

They have been inseparable for a long time and have become good friends. In mubai's heart, xiaobaozi is already its little master.

Seeing Mu Bai's worry, little steamed stuffed bun smiled at him.

The little steamed stuffed bun is cute, with a fleshy face and white. A small person gives sympathy to the people watching the excitement around.

"Alas, it's a pity. Although Feng Ziyan's life background is unknown, it's not his fault after all. It's such a big child... I don't know how many injuries I will suffer when I compete with the second childe later."

"Poor boy, I heard that he was already an orange cultivator when he was only three years old. This talent rarely exists even if he looked at the whole continent. It's a pity."

"The second childe has always been very hot. Whether he can keep his life this time is a problem. After all, he is too young to resist the temptation. A Xiuling sword asked him to agree to the competition. He said it was a competition, but there will inevitably be casualties in the competition. Even if something happens to him, will the king of hell go against Zhenbei for a son who is not his own?"

"Yes, even if Feng Ziyan narrowly won Wu Yichen under serious injury, but the Xiuling sword is an artifact handed down from generation to generation by Zhenbei Hou's house. What can Zhenbei Hou do if he doesn't give it?"

No one is optimistic about the steamed stuffed bun. The eyes looking at the steamed stuffed bun are full of sympathy. In everyone's view, this is a battle without disparity.

In fact, little steamed stuffed bun was also a little nervous. When he was in the city of forgetting Sichuan, he had been promoted to the grade of yellow rank under the advice of his father, but he had just been promoted to this strength after all. He had not had time to precipitate and polish, but Wu Yichen had stayed at this stage for a long time.

Moreover, he is only three years old after all. Wu Yichen is so much older than himself. He is better than himself in both skill and physical strength

But... Seeing the Xiuling sword, the little steamed stuffed bun's eyes were firm again.