Chapter 809

"Not good!"

Looking at the flowing light of the crescent moon flying in front of him, Chu Xiaobao frowned and stepped on the body method to avoid it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The machete flew away one after another and exploded on the thick stone slab.

"Girl, it seems that I underestimated you."

"Brush!"

Mo Yu didn't talk nonsense with him. He was stupid and didn't have any elder martial brothers in the sect. Are you cute? He stepped on the wall walking skill directly, just like a little elf rushing past. At the same time, he displayed the shadowless sword!

Boom!

Although Chu Xiaobao dodged, the energy from his side shocked him!

"Machete

Mo Yu took advantage of this opportunity to display a very low consumption of spiritual power type martial arts skills, successfully hit Chu Xiaobao's back and beat back several steps.

"Damn it!"

Chu Shao was quite angry.

However, just stabilize the body, I feel the strong wind whistling, and there are several streamers burst from.

Bang! Bang!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The diminutive figure of Mo Yu shows the school's martial arts, and encircles the direction Chu Xiaobao can avoid in 360 degrees. Chu Xiaobao is passive and can't make an effective counterattack at all!

It is not easy to grasp the flaw of Mo Yu's attack and attack it from a tricky angle. As a result, the opponent's body is filled with light silver light, and it seems that the air is floating on it.

Brush!

Brush!

Mo Yu stepped on the wall art and went around Chu Xiaobao. He raised his fist and blew his breath, aiming at his back.

Bang ---

CLICK!

Chu Xiaobao retreated more than ten steps, and almost didn't sit on the ground!

Su Taizong's disciples widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

It seems that the weaker female disciple beat Chu Xiaobao to his disciple. The male disciple standing by the side of Guzhong covetously is not every real fierce man.

No, no, it must be that she let the water out. This woman's attack looks weak and weak. She doesn't have a strong spiritual power fluctuation. She doesn't use her full strength.

All this can knock Chu Shao to the ground. They won't believe what they say. On the contrary, a few young masters, who are also members of the hall leader group, joked in a disdainful tone: "I think Chu Xiaobao is a gentleman who is not close to women."

"I didn't expect that they were all fake. When they saw the beautiful girl, they couldn't stand their feet. They even dared to let water out openly."

"Yes, I always pretend to be so lofty. It turns out that I have a high vision and I like to look good."

"If you like a beautiful woman, you like it. We usually ask him to go shopping in the brothel, but he acts like he wants to teach us a lesson. Why do you think it's all men?"

After listening to the words of several Duzi brothers, Su Taizong's disciples suddenly realized that it was really a small amount of water. It's no wonder that when you see such a delicate and charming person, who can lay down the poisonous hand of destroying flowers.

Sitting not far away, Chu Ying listened to the comments of the people below. His face turned red and his evil spirit in his eyes could even be felt by Su Muwu.

When he heard that the descendants of some of the hall leaders who had had a festival with him had smeared their grandchildren, Chu Ying wanted to rush up and reprimand them immediately.

However, Chu Xiaobao was knocked to the ground in full view of the public. If he did, it would be a white wash of Chu Xiaobao's character, but it was a stone hammer. He was not as good as ink.

In the world of martial arts, strength is more terrible than character. Therefore, he can only let the slander and all kinds of vile language on his grandson enter his ears, but he can not explain a word.

Seeing that Chu Xiaobao was at a disadvantage, Su Muwu turned curiously to Chu Ying and asked, "Chu Tang master, what's going on?"

Chu Ying, who was named, is really suffering. There are only two possibilities: one is to let the water go, or the other is that he can't win.

However, he could not speak to Su Muwu either way. Some of the hall leaders had already secretly shown a smile of schadenfreude. He thought that it was nothing for him to give his disciples any competition proposed by the ancient bell, but it was not a good thing for them to let the grandson of Chu Ying show off among his peers.

Unexpectedly, Chu Xiaobao, who was expected by the patriarch, was defeated by the little girl of Cangshan sect. They were so hard-working that they didn't laugh.

Under Su Muwu's angry eyes, Chu Ying's forehead has begun to sweat. However, he can only get up and bend down and say: "back to the patriarch, Xiaobao is young, and has never been with a woman. Maybe he is confused by the appearance of the little girl. When he calms down, he will exert all his strength and win the competition."

The implication is that Chu Xiaobao is obsessed with color and is seduced by beauty. Su Muwu, after listening to Chu Ying's words, shakes his hand impatiently and signals him to sit down. This explanation is accepted.After all, Mo Yu's appearance and temperament are excellent in his opinion. Chu Xiaobao is a young man's age of being in love with spring. It's human nature to be confused. It can only be said that the ancient bell is too insidious. This move of beauty is really used by Shang Chu Xiaobao, some of his dead brained disciples.

Chu Xiaobao, who fell down in the competition field, didn't know what he said, so he had been labeled as a sex addict, manipulation and deformation. In a word, whether he lost or won the competition, his brothers in the same school would no longer treat him as the honest and honest Chu Shao.

He knew nothing about what happened under the stage. When he turned up quickly, "boom

Boom!

Mo Yu stepped on the wall and rushed to him again. He raised his fists and punched him in the chest one after another, beating Chu Xiaobao from the east to the West.

After two or three punches, Chu Shao is basically at an absolute disadvantage. Waiting for him is to be abused!

Bang!

Bang!

In the martial arts arena, Chu Xiaobao is beaten by Mo Yu and runs all over the ground.

Outside the martial arts performance, Su Taizong's disciples' corners of mouth twitched violently. In the end, is Chu Shao really playing, or can't beat it?

In a word, when he saw Mo Yu's ghostly pace and his quick punches as fast as lightning, and Chu Xiaobao would utter a dull hum from the depths of his throat. The arrogance between their eyebrows and their pride in their bones gradually dissipated under the bombardment of Mo Yu's fist.

No matter whether Chu Xiaobao's operation is deformed or not, Mo Yu's operation, let alone the 17-year-old, is not doing much now.

The ancient bell held hands, shook his head and said, "I still want to see what it looks like to see the ink metaphor, which will burst out of all cultivation."

Chu Yicheng startled: "the leader's meaning is, elder martial sister did not exert all her strength?"

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