Qin Gengyun here was secretly feeling sad, while Mo Xiaolan over there was so happy that it was hard to bear.
Wu Yiren, who had just been "officially announced", had no scruples at all at this moment. She stood close to him in front of other disciples, with a gentle smile on her face, and spoke to him in a low voice from time to time.
Mo Xiaolan felt helpless, but in order to rescue Si Minglan, she had no choice but to play tricks with the princess, pretending to be a gentle and affectionate scumbag on the surface.
But this princess who grew up in a greenhouse just did this and became even more clinging to him.
"Senior Brother Lan, we are all staying at Danxia Peak tonight, shall we practice together?"
Noila Mo said helplessly: "Junior Sister Wu, everyone is looking at us."
Wu Yiren's beautiful eyes widened: "Just look! We are upright, what are we afraid of?"
Liusu burst out laughing next to her, and Noila Mo glared at her angrily. It's all your fault!
Liusu blinked at her, "Third sister, just be patient in order to save Si Minglan."
Mo Xiaolan felt uncomfortable, and the male disciples around him felt even more uncomfortable when they saw the princess and him getting tired. Someone shouted:
"Hey, that weakling, it's your turn!"
Sometimes human nature is like this. Everyone wants to be a soft-boiled person, but if I don't get it and you do, then I will definitely show disdain to you and call you a soft-boiled person.
This is Mo Xiaolan's situation now. She is hated by a group of people who want to take advantage of her but have failed, and she is playing double standards.
If these people knew that the person who robbed them of their soft rice was actually a woman, I don't know what their expressions would be.
"Senior Brother Lan, fight hard and you will definitely win!"
Seeing that Mo Xiaolan was about to come on stage, Wu Yiren waved his fists with tender encouragement on his face.
Liusu next to him said with a high voice: "Senior Brother Lan, you can do it~~"
Noila Mo was too lazy to pay attention to this guy and jumped into the arena. Opposite him was a burly man with a square head and square head, and his body was almost square.
"It's the hardest stone in Huashen Peak!"
The male disciples' eyes lit up, and their faces looked like they were watching a good show.
"The hardest man meets the softest man!"
"This scene is interesting!"
"Senior Brother Shi, teach this soft-hearted man a lesson!"
Before the sudden rise of Qin Gengyun, Shi Jiancheng was the number one master of Huashen Peak.
His body-forging technique is even stronger than that of the inner disciples, and he has created his own body collision method as an attack method. When used, he is like a moving iron mountain, invincible to anyone who blocks him.
In the previous two matches, Shi Jiang crushed his opponent in a matter of seconds, and the opponent didn't even leave a single sword mark on his body.
This shows how tough this guy is.
But now, Mr. Lan Yin, a soft-hearted man, has met the hardest person, which immediately aroused the interest of the outer disciples.
Of course, more people hope that Shi Ji will take care of this soft-hearted man.
At this time, Shi Jian looked at Mo Xiaolan with disdain: "I heard that you and He Zhiqiu are friends. As expected, people are divided into groups. I will give you ten swords."
After speaking, he glanced at Qin Gengyun off the court.
Mo Xiaolan kindly advised: "Senior Brother Shi, ten swords are too many."
Shi Jian chuckled: "Are you worried that even ten swords can't break my defense? Then twenty swords. Look at your pretty face, can you swing twenty swords?"
There was a burst of laughter and some people cheering:
"Senior Brother Shi is making things difficult for Junior Brother Lan. He can please women, but his hands are very soft! Hahaha!"
These failed male disciples laughed louder and louder, but Noila Mo remained calm.
The one they were laughing at was Lan Yin, a soft-boiled boy. What does it have to do with me, Mo Xiaolan?
She cupped her hands and said, "In that case, senior brother Shi, be careful."
After saying that, he drew out his long sword and performed a standard Taishangruxinjian hand gesture. Then he waved the long sword lightly, and a light sword light flew towards Shi Jiang.
This sword light is not as sharp as Xu Caihe and Zhang Chen before, let alone a strong man like Zhang Ling. It flies lightly in the air, and is more like a flower than a sword light.
"Hahaha, he is indeed a soft-boiled man. Even the Supreme Ruxinjian was used by him in such a effeminate manner!"
The male disciples around him all burst out laughing, and Shi Jian also had a look of disdain on his face, standing leisurely on the spot with his arms folded.
Until the light sword light flew close to him, Shi Jian's expression suddenly changed, and he let out a hey sound, and his body suddenly tensed up.
The sword light hit Shi Li's body and made a loud bang.
The noise around him suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at Shi Jiang.
But seeing that he was standing still, not even the clothes on his body were damaged, the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed again.
"I'm just telling you, how can a soft-boiled guy break through Senior Brother Shi's defense!"
"It didn't even pierce Senior Brother Shi's clothes. It's too soft, hahaha!"
"Sure enough, it's just fancy but not useful!"
Amidst the roar of laughter, Noila Mo suddenly said: "Senior Brother Shi, are you okay?"
The blush on Shi Jiang's face flashed away, and he laughed: "Do you think I'm in trouble?"
Noila Mo snorted, swung her sword again, and another light sword light flew out.
In people's contemptuous eyes, the sword light hit Shi Jiang's body and quickly dissipated.
This time, even the clothes were not damaged.
Noila Mo sheathed her sword and asked, "Senior Brother Shi, are you still coming?"
Shi Jian opened his mouth: "Come on!"
But the expression on his face didn't seem so relaxed.
Mo Xiaolan slashed out a sword beam again, Shi Jiang gritted his teeth, tensed his whole body, and took it again with a bang.
People around him expressed admiration and ridicule: "Senior Brother Shi is too strong!"
"Hahaha, you bastard, even if you stand here cutting for a whole day, you won't be able to hurt a single hair on Senior Brother Shi, so just give up!"
Mo Xiaolan said to Shi Jian with admiration: "Senior Brother Shi has extraordinary endurance. I admire him. Please take another blow from me."
"No……"
Shi Jian opened his mouth to speak, but Mo Xiaolan had already slashed out the fourth sword light, which was still as light and elegant as a flower.
With a bang, the sword light struck Shi Jiang and dissipated quickly.
Mo Xiaolan sheathed her sword, raised her hand to Shi Jionggong, and turned around to leave.
The disciples around him were all confused.
"What do you mean? The fight wasn't over yet, why did it end?"
"What's weird about this? I must have given up because I found I couldn't win!"
"Now the four swords have no strength? How weak!"
"You can't even cut through Senior Brother Shi's clothes, so I'd be too shameless to hit him again!"
"It's a pity that he is so good-looking but so useless. I wonder what the princess likes about him?"
For a moment, the male disciples burst into laughter.
Let you snatch the princess and let you eat soft rice!
It's time to make a fool of yourself now!
"Senior Brother Shi is still tough enough!"
"Now the princess knows who the real man is, right?"
In the midst of the discussion, Shi Jian, who was called a "real man" by his male disciples, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, turned his eyes white, and fell straight down.
(End of chapter)
