Wen Yiming knows his state very well, even if he can use his true qi and internal strength, he is not Le Haoqi's opponent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, he has his own plans, with Le Haoqi's love for Dongfang Zhiyu, in front of the public, he will definitely give everyone a fair showdown, especially when Dongfang Zhiyu is still present.

Or follow the example of the master and threaten to make three moves, or the contemptuous sword is not unsheathed, and crush himself in the specified time with empty hands.

For Le Haoch's brief contact, he believes that his vision and estimation will not be wrong, or the error rate is very low.

He's waiting, he's gambling!

He believed that every time he talked about the cultivation of the fifth layer of Le Haoqi Martial Master, this guy would never make people think that he was relying on his cultivation to surpass the other party's twelfth layer to win, so even if he killed himself, he would not be able to win the favor of the person he liked.

Wen Yiming sneered, sneered and added a fire, and said: "Le Haoqi, don't ink, let Lao Tzu see, you surpass my twelve-layer master demeanor!"

Le Haoqi's indifferent elegance was long gone, with a gloomy face, he reached out and took off the long sword hanging from his waist and threw it at Le Qianwen, saying, "An ant like you has no qualifications to let me use the sword." ”

Then he flung the robe behind him, made a crisp sound, and probed with one hand of willow leaf palm, making a chic action like Huang Feihong against the enemy, winning the applause of the audience.

Even Wen Yiming had to admit that this guy was indeed chic enough, if he hadn't liked the wrong person, he would have already lived in the same house.

"Don't say that Le Mou bullied you, Le Mou let you attack ten moves first!" As soon as Le Haoqi spoke, the audience applauded.

"Okay! Senior Brother Haoqi is mighty, and the eleventh move crushes this ant to death. ”

"Senior Brother Haoqi, shoot this ant who doesn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth in ten moves"

"See, Senior Brother Haoqi is calling everyone demeanor. ”

"Yes, this ant is also an honor, and I can have a good look at the ink splashing palm martial art created by Senior Brother Haoqi. ”

"Are you kidding, how many people have seen Senior Brother Haoqi's splashed ink palm?

"It's a pity, I really want to see the style of the splashed ink palm."

“”

Hearing the compliments and applause from the audience, Le Haoqi's face softened slightly, but the disdain was even stronger.

Wen Yiming sneered in his heart, pretending to be forced is really not what you Le Haoqi is good at, just wait to be struck by lightning.

Retracting his gaze from Le Haoqi, Wen Yiming looked at the crowd in the audience, and swept Dongfang Zhiyu's indifferent expression, and there was a trace of disgust in his eyes; as if he felt some kind of qi, Wen Yiming looked back at the third floor of Wenxuan Palace, and saw that all the old men on it were smiling.

At this moment, Wen Yiming's accumulated anger had already entered a state of surging anger.

looked at Le Haoqi and said without the slightest emotion: "This is the home of Moxiang Library, Wen is a guest, you are the master, the so-called guest does not deceive the master! ”

As he spoke, he turned over his hand and took out the long stick and lifted it behind his back.

There was no applause from the audience, but after a while, insults erupted.

"Arrogant, too arrogant, Senior Brother Haoqi, shoot this shameless ant to death. ”

"Trash, you have a hairy qualification maniac, dare not use your true anger, you know that you will be defeated, pretend to be forced!"

"This scumbag, it's so shameless, knowing that Senior Brother Haoqi won't be a killer, he actually kicked his nose in the face, beat him to death, beat him to death"

Wen Yiming raised his feet and took half a step, slowly bringing out a faint purple mist to the long stick behind him, and then quietly looked at Le Haoqi, who had an ugly face, and just sneered at the clamor from the audience.

Le Haoqi's mood fluctuated greatly, and even his expression became complicated.

Compared with not using his true qi, his so-called demeanor of letting the blade make ten moves is simply not worth mentioning; as Wen Yiming said, this is the home field of Moxiang Shuxuan, Wen Yiming has achieved respect for Moxiang Shuxuan, and the guest does not bully the master; he is still in the position of suppressing the guest with the master and bullying the weak. If he didn't say anything, even if he won this duel, he would have no face.

What's more, it will leave a bad image in Dongfang Zhiyu's heart, and at this moment, he can't wait to peel Wen Yiming alive.

The fifth layer of the martial artist, defeating an opponent who is the third layer of a samurai and does not use his true qi, this is not glory, it is a shame, this is no different from bullying a child.

Le Haoqi seemed to have gritted his teeth, and the hand seal of the virtual agent turned into a remote finger, and said: "Very good, I will accompany you not to use your true qi." Come on, after ten moves, I hope you can still be so arrogant. ”

The audience erupted in thunderous applause again, the flattering and flattering words were simply not too gorgeous, and the sneers and ridicule of Wen Yiming were even more ever-changing.

The form has come to this point, and only one person in the scene began to worry about Le Haoqi, and at the same time admired Wen Yiming's scheming and scheming.

This person is Ai Xi, she knows Wen Yiming's combat power too well. The fifth layer of martial arts is indeed not something that Wen Yiming can compete with head-on, but if he doesn't use his true qi, the ending is really hard to say.

Ai Xi has analyzed that Le Haoqi's physical strength is at most the standard level of the third layer of martial arts, and it may be lower. If you are not a forging monk, it is difficult to keep pace with cultivation in terms of physique.

In this way, Le Haoqi only relied on his physical strength to use his martial arts to fight against Wen Yiming, and the chances of winning were too few, and this was still the case of Wen Yiming's Shura's unstable battle body and a great drop in combat effectiveness.

She hadn't analyzed Wen Yiming's physical strength, but when she contacted Wen Yiming to save Yang Tianhao, she had a feeling that Wen Yiming was a blind monk in the ruins.

If this is the case, the forging monk who was able to resist the Shadow Wren Mother Emperor at the ninth layer of the martial artist, Le Haoqi is really sad to come home.

For Le Haoqi, Wen Yiming was somewhat sympathetic.

Without using his true qi, he still had the sacrificial blows and battle howls dominated by his spiritual power, and after the residual effectiveness of the Purple Night Grass and the Shadow Emperor's Heart Marrow to improve his physique, coupled with the transformation of the Shura sword body that Wen Yiming didn't know, his current physical strength was worthy of entering the early stage of martial arts.

In this state, if Le Haoqi doesn't use his true qi, he will really be beaten to pieces, don't want it.

Wen Yiming said lightly: "Shine the blade, and you don't need your promise of ten moves." You're no match for me!"

At this moment, Wen Yiming was no longer restrained, all the calculations and plans were approaching step by step in his expectations, and finally let Le Haoqi automatically sign a duel without using his true qi, which was his real purpose.

Wen Yiming's words fell, and the insults from the audience rose again.

This time, Wen Yiming didn't ignore it anymore, but looked at everyone in the audience indifferently, and said coldly: "Let the ants tell you today, another role of dignity?"

Then he slowly looked at Le Haoqi, pointed forward with a long stick, and spit out the words murderously, "Trampled on me!"

The long stick slashed diagonally on the ground, a touch of purple mist had not yet dissipated, Wen Yiming stretched his shoulders back, raised his head and brought up his snowy hair, and the **** stood out violently when he shook his body.

'Shhh

The shirt was torn apart, and a bloodthirsty roar resounded throughout the audience.

"Uhhh!!h

In the air, a faintly visible air wave shook open, shaking the broken clothes on Wen Yiming's entire upper body into scattered and flying.

Many people have discovered that Wen Yiming's eyes have turned golden red at this moment.

The murderous aura permeated out at this moment, mixed with a dead aura faintly emanating in the air.

'Poof!' kicked the metal floor, leaving a shallow footprint.

The entire metal ring trembled, and a figure with a purple mist shot towards Le Haoqi.

"Defend with a blade!"

Almost at the same time as Wen Yiming's roar ended, Ai Xi felt the familiar death breath and involuntarily reminded loudly.

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