Shame, at this time the chicken feather out, clearly is to their red fruit humiliation.
"Who are you?" Mu Chenxi's teeth are about to break. She looks at Gu Fenghua and Luo en with murderous eyes and says.
The white fat man is ignored by her in the past. He is the only man among the three, and she doesn't have to guess his identity. Moreover, Mu Chenxi doesn't pay attention to junlansheng, who is regarded as waste material by everyone. She believes that if it wasn't for Gu Fenghua and Luo en, the white fat man doesn't know where he is.
"Gu Fenghua, Luo en, my Duan Yiyi is at odds with you!" Before Gu Fenghua and Luo en could speak, Duan Yiyi next to him roared angrily and drew out his sword with a brush.
Although Gu Fenghua suffered twice in his life, as the favorite disciple of Qingyun emperor's envoy, how could he stop fighting? He was still thinking about how to avenge Gu Fenghua. He met Gu Fenghua in kuchan sect and fell into her hands again. New and old grudges poured into his heart. He really wanted to tear Gu Fenghua to pieces.
Seeing Duan Yiyi's angry appearance, Gu Fenghua's mouth was covered with an imperceptible smile.
They are so ruthless in Mu Chenxi and Duan Yiyi stabbed on the wound, of course, not just for a moment, the purpose is to provoke them.
After all, both of them are strong in the holy land. In addition, Mu Chenxi's children, who are the same as the angry little maid, are much stronger than them. Even if they have the skill of eight gods to unite their hearts, it's not easy to beat them in the next competition. If you enrage the other side and make them in chaos, the chances of winning are much greater.
Judging from the current situation, the result is not bad. Although this paragraph is easy to carry out, it is still young after all. In addition, it is the third time in a row that Gu Fenghua has suffered losses in his hands. It is hard to avoid burning his heart in anger. In his fury, there is no more insidious forbearance when he first saw it.
Mu Chenxi was very proud. It was the first time that she suffered from this kind of pain. She was humiliated for the first time. When she heard the sound of sword chant, her anger, which had been suppressed for a long time, was completely ignited, and she also drew out her sword.
"Do it, do it now." Seeing their actions, Gu Fenghua's heart was about to blossom.
After all, from Mu Chenxi's several people seriously injured the colorful pheasant to now, it's only more than an hour at most. Even if they take Shengdan in time, they will never recover so quickly. If they start, they have enough confidence to defeat them one by one. Anyway, it's the other party who starts first. No matter how reluctant the Mu family is, can they still be shameful in front of so many disciples and guests?
"Stop it Unfortunately, at the moment when Mu Chenxi and Duan Yiyi are about to fight, Mu Chengfeng drinks.
The sound was like the sound of Buddha's bell, and it was like a slap in the face. As soon as they were shocked, they woke up immediately, and the sword in their hands stopped.
"The first contest, congratulations on your family's victory. You step down and have a rest. Two hours later, it's the second contest." Mu Chengfeng preached.
To tell you the truth, he was also in a bad mood.
Although Mu Chenxi's talent and strength is far less than that of Jun Xingjian, how many people in the whole Wuji holy heaven can match that of Jun Xingjian?