Hearing Han Sanqian's words, Peihu was subconsciously stunned, and some could not believe it: "Han Sanqian, what you his mother said is true?"

"Mr. Han will never break his promise." Han Sanqian laughed.

"Well, today, I'll beat you, the fake VIP, into a drowning dog."

After the words, Pei Hu's posture swayed and he was about to start.

"Wait!"

A sound rang out, and Ziqing slowly walked to Han Sanqian's face, sneered at Peihu, and disdained to shake his head: "to deal with this kind of garbage, why do you need brother Sanqian to do it yourself?"

"Let purple love do it."

Words fall, purple feeling one hand raised: "you cats and dogs also want to challenge my 3000 eldest brother, depending on whether you are qualified. If you win me, you will be qualified."

"You?" Looking at Ziqing, Peihu frowned deeply: "just a woman, you are not worth my shot."

"What? Are you afraid?" Ziqing sneered, "if you can't even fight me, brother 3000, as my teacher, what qualifications do you have to fight?"

"Will I be afraid?" Peihu disdained to hum.

He has already broken through the barrier and achieved great accomplishments. He is not afraid of it.

"Originally, I wanted to pity you when I saw your beautiful appearance, but if you are so stubborn and want to stand on Han Sanqian's side, then don't blame me for turning my face ruthlessly."

Pei Hu's words fell, and his body suddenly used an energy.

The next second, the whole person directly instantly ejected, directly forcing Ziqing.

Ziqing frowned, and the same breath opened. When he turned over, he flew directly to avoid, and at the same time, he turned his hand and blew out.

Pei Hu simply, directly hard connect, two people immediately you come and I go, all the way from the inner hall to the outer hall.

Everyone chased out together, and they had space outside the hall, and they were even more fierce.

Although Ziqing doesn't have rich combat experience and doesn't pay enough attention to the details of attack and defense, winning the holy immortal body is worthy of being a God in ten thousand. The moves are open and close, and the power is extremely fierce.

On the contrary, Pei Hu's combat experience is not very rich. In such a high-end game, his experience is actually much less than that of Ziqing, but the blood of the Taowu family is indeed not bad. Pei Hu himself has talent, and is actually equivalent to Ziqing's "abnormal" mania.

Both sides fight and fight, and no one can suppress each other. Instead, it has become a draw.

Just when the two sides had to continue the fierce fight, at this time, Pei Gu said, "stop!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ziqing took the lead to withdraw to Han Sanqian's side, and Peihu also fell to his camp reluctantly.

"It's all our own people. It's OK to click until now. Playing again will only hurt the harmony." Pei Gu whispered.

Generally speaking, he could stop the battle of Pei Hu from the beginning, but he did not do so.

When choosing Han Sanfang, Pei Gu took a great risk and had the opportunity to test the strength of Han Sanfang. Of course, he was also happy.

Judging from the current situation, Pei Gu was a little surprised.

I didn't expect that it was just an inconspicuous woman beside Han Sanqian, but she was not inferior to the tiger son carefully cultivated by her Pei family in terms of cultivation.

"At what point, it will stop. If you give me a little time, I will make her soul disappear. She is not my opponent at all." Pei Hu shouted hard.

Ziqing smiled coldly, "why, isn't it better than boasting? If so, you really won, Mr. Pei!"

Zi Qing said the four words of Pei family childe very seriously, and the mockery effect naturally filled it directly.

Pei Huqi's nose was crooked. He wanted to refute, but his subordinates gently stopped him, meaning to argue with the woman and lose his face.

In this way, Peihu can only swallow it in his stomach with anger.

"Young master Pei, go home and practice more. Use snacks. Don't just think about talking. At least, in a few years, you may have a chance to beat me and get qualified to challenge brother 3000." Purple feeling whispered.

Words fall, purple feeling gently retreated to Han Sanqian's side, no more words.

Peihu could bear it before, but now he is so angry by Ziqing.

He looked at Han Sanqian with hatred: "it's a woman again, Han Sanqian, do you only dare to hide behind a woman?"

"Isn't your mother a woman?"

Just then, a cold drink came.