Chapter 383

These noble children can't even keep up with their own body method. Judging their direction depends on Nangong Han's eyes. It's not rubbish.

These noble children are the apple of the family's eye. They can't bear to be hurt when cultivating their martial arts skills. Looking at the martial arts world, which martial artist hasn't been hurt during cultivation?

Almost half of these people can't stand the cruelty of cultivation. Their realm is all raised by spending money to buy elixirs. When cultivating martial arts, they choose those martial arts with little difficulty. This martial arts will not be so difficult to cultivate, let alone make their bodies scarred.

When they have to fight against people, their opponents are all the guards hired by their families. How dare these people commit the following crimes? When they fight, they either let them move or simply let the water out to directly let these noble children win.

Therefore, in addition to the realm, the real strength of these nobles is mixed with too much water. In terms of strength, they are not even as good as their personal guards.

However, they don't practice martial arts in order to win fame on the battlefield. They just give themselves a bragging capital and make themselves capable of competing with other nobles.

Others are in Yuanwu territory, but you are not. You are embarrassed to talk to others.

Anyway, some of the real life and death fights are to work hard with their hands. Without their hands, they can cultivate their accomplishments in the yuan martial arts realm. That is, few nobles play their lives to cultivate their martial arts skills. They are more willing to spend most of their time looking for fun.

Seeing Tang Lichuan's provocative gestures and lips, the aristocrats can no longer sit still. Even though they already know that they are different from Tang Lichuan, they are dominant in three dozen and one. In addition, they have trained their own top-grade martial arts skills. Can't they work together to clean up a Dalit?

"This man has repeatedly provoked me, and I want to get it back by myself!" Wang Dashao said coldly, ready to seize a place.

"Wang Ying, don't think that if you pretend to look angry, we'll give you the chance to get the mysterious gift from President Wen! You've been humiliated by the Dalits. What's the matter with us?"

"Yes, why do you have to occupy a place! We gave you a chance just now and lent you all your servants to get back the place, but you don't know how to cherish it. You have the face to ask for another chance? Get out of here!"

In front of interests, the pretended friendship of friends suddenly disappeared. Wang Dashao wanted to seize the quota. Didn't others have this plan? A group of people were red in the face, and no one would let anyone.

Bang!

When the nobles tore and pushed for places, a blue and white lightning exploded in front of them. It was not powerful, but the thunder was dazzling.

They stopped in amazement and looked around, but they saw Tang Lichuan staring at this side with a white smoke in his palm. He just sent out the attack.

The noble children were waiting to drink and scold, but inadvertently glanced at President Wen and King Ning, looking at them with an unhappy look. It seemed that not only Tang Lichuan was impatient, but even President Wen and others were a little upset.

They just remembered that the two big men were still waiting for the competition to begin. How could they procrastinate like this.

"Damn it, make a quick decision! If you offend president Wen and King Ning, you'll die! Who still stops me from going up?" Wang Dashao looked back at the noble children arguing with him and roared in a low voice.

"Let you take all the good things! You can go up if you want. Take 500 Peiyuan pills!"

These nobles were also flustered. They were really afraid of the two big people, but they didn't want to give up the opportunity to others, so they wanted to take the opportunity to blackmail.

"Five hundred Pei Yuan pills? I have to save it for three years before I can save enough. Are you too dark?" Wang Dashao roared, his face full of flesh pain.

"If you don't give it, go away. I'll give 500 Pei Yuan Dan to buy this qualification!" the person who opened the mouth immediately touched a treasure bag, which just contained 500 pills. Of course, he had the capital to pay for this condition.

On one side are 500 yuan pills, on the other side are the cheerfulness after revenge and the mysterious gift of President Wen. Wang Dashao is very tangled in his heart and doesn't know how to choose.

"Stop dawdling and choose quickly!" the people who took out Pei Yuandan roared and stared at Dean Wen's direction with flashing eyes, which reminded everyone that they had no time to linger.

"Sun, you're cruel! Five hundred is five hundred, I'll take it!" roared Wang Dashao. He counted five hundred Pei Yuan pills from a treasure bag around his waist, put them into a brand-new bag, and then hit each other's arms heavily.

Soon, Chu Baiyun and yunhuan also took out 500 spirit stones and gave them to each other. Then the three stepped out together and flew to the central platform.

"I'm procrastinating like a woman. I hope your strength can be a little better. It's boring if I win too easily." Tang Lichuan yawned, showed a sleepy expression, stretched and said.

"Bitch, I'll let you know the difference between yourself and the nobility right away!"

Wang Dashao paid 500 Pei Yuan Dan, which he had worked hard to save for a breakthrough. He was in a terrible mood and wanted to frustrate Tang Lichuan.

Roaring, he saw his hands flashing with silver, and a pair of silver double swords emerged in the light curtain.

This pair of swords are one long, one short, one wide, one narrow, and one bend all the time. They are in opposition to each other. Just from the appearance, it seems that this thing is specially tailored for women, which makes it extremely incongruous for Qichi man to use this pair of swords.

"Spirit tools? As I expected, even if these guys give them advanced martial arts skills, their strength will be just like birds. Only from the aspect of equipment can their strength be greatly improved."

Tang Lichuan was not surprised when the other party took out the spirit tools. The noble children didn't have excellent spirit tools. Can they afford the word "expensive"?

If their martial arts are rubbish and their weapons and equipment are rubbish, what qualifications do these people have to call others Dalits.

Chu Baiyun and Yun Huan also took out their weapons. One of them was holding a long gun, while Chu Baiyun was holding a peach wood sword with a yellow amulet.

The three men went to the challenge arena and didn't rush to attack. Instead, Chu Baiyun squeezed his fingers and smeared his blood on the peach wood sword. He muttered a spell in his mouth. After a while, he emitted a burst of red light. In a blink of an eye, the red light had disappeared into the three men's weapons.

Then Chu Baiyun's pace changed. Peach wood sword pointed to the sky and the ground and drew a circle around the three people. A Bagua "Xun" character number suddenly rose and wrapped the three people in a burst of cyan brilliance.

After a while, Guanghua turned into starlight and dissipated, and a whirlwind whirled around them.

"Is this guy a mender?"

Tang Lichuan raised his eyebrows and was slightly surprised to see the rare profession of "mending teacher" in this place.