"No, big brother, your dirty water is too exaggerated. is still engaged in public opinion, are you trying to bully me for not seeing the world? Who hasn't crossed over these years? ”

Jiang Wenli couldn't bear it anymore and loaded the gun, "I warn you, I'm not kind to you if you play with the moth again." ”

The moment he saw the gun, there seemed to be a fanatical light flashing in Chuan Yunpu's eyes.

"Where, we are the same people," Chuan Yunpu approached with his sword raised, and said in a voice that only Jiang Wenli could hear, "Give me your gun, and I will give you supreme status and glory." ”

"You? Where does the confidence come from. ”

Jiang Wenli dodged under his feet, and the bullet was loaded.

"I have a golden finger, and you don't."

Chuan Yunpu's chin was raised slightly, and he answered confidently.

"Bang," the gunshot rang out, and it was able to wipe the side of Chuan Yunpu's face, leaving a bloody stain.

"Master, I'm not rare."

Jiang Wenli looked at the nervous expressions of Luo Luo, Ah Mo, Zhu Xin, and Li Henian in the audience, and said resolutely.

"Oh, I don't know, are you rare in secrets that you can travel back to?"

Jian Feng approached again, and the curvature of the corners of Chuan Yunpu's mouth became larger and larger, and he was sure that this chip was enough to disturb Jiang Wenli's mind.

Sure enough, Jiang Wenli's voice flickered, and the hilt of the sword flew and knocked on the numb hole on Jiang Wenli's arm.

The gun held the book, and the black iron shell flipped twice in the air, and Chuan Yunpu caught the pistol steadily.

"Senior Brother Xie Jiang gave me a gun, and I accepted this gun."

Looking at the smile on the other party's face, Jiang Wenli really understood the four words, and the villain was ambitious. He held his arm for a while, his teeth clenched.

"My ......"

Before Jiang Wenli's words could be spoken, Chuan Yunpu stepped down with the loot in his hand, "What's yours and mine, it's all the things of the sect, and those who are talented get it, and Senior Brother Jiang will accept it." ”

Zhu Xin came to Jiang Wenli's side, shook his head lightly at Jiang Wenli, and helped him off the competition platform.

"He's shameless, he's mad at me."

Jiang Wenli was about to scold when he came off the stage.

"Scolding, does it work?" Ah Mo glared at him, and his little face was also puffed up.

"Don't be angry, we'll get the gun back. It can't be cheap, that shameless villain. ”

Luo Luo's eyes were firm, and his tone was even more firm.

"It's time for me to play, Xiucai, you stay well, watch my aunt and grandmother, I'll avenge you. If I win, the next game is the winner to win the championship, Luoluo vs. Shangchuan Yunpu, we will definitely have a chance. ”

Ah Mo tightened the axe in his hand and stepped firmly onto the competition platform.

On the competition platform, Peng Peiao, who was as strong as a bear, looked at Ah Mo, who was as petite as a rabbit.

"Little girl, I heard that you have a lot of strength, I don't know if you have a lot of strength to tickle."

Pride and contempt were all the expressions on Peng Peiao's face when he looked at Ah Mo.

"If it's tickle, just try it. See if I can scratch you to death. ”

Ah Mo waved the axe in his hand and pulled away the stance of attacking.

"Don't worry, my brother will let you, otherwise it will not be good for others to say that my Qi Sect is bullying. How about I give you a hand. ”

Peng Peiao picked at his teeth, and did not forget to flick away the filth on his nails.

As the saying goes, it's a bastard to take advantage of it, Ah Mo grinned, and got off the donkey, "Okay, then I've thanked Senior Brother Peng now." ”

The heavy sword broke through the air, the light axe caught up, and the sound of "bell" seemed to have sparks flying.

Luo Luo clutched Zhu Xin's sleeve tightly, "Ah Mo, will she be hurt, this sword is all horizontal kung fu, and it is not easy to block." ”

Zhu Xin smiled and patted her hand and comforted, "It's okay, you see that Ah Mo's expression hasn't changed, and it's Peng Peiao who is frowning." ”

The sword just caught up, and Peng Peiao only felt the stinging pain of the tiger's mouth, as if it was about to tear. He underestimated this little girl. But that's okay.....

The heavy sword is like the wind, and the killing aura is coming, and Ah Mo blocks it all by intuition.

"One, two, three," After a few battles, Peng Peiao found that Ah Mo only had three moves against him, and it would always be those three moves.

"Is the little junior sister not good at learning, she can only chop wood with three moves, and she won't be able to use other moves after chopping. It doesn't seem that this Sword Sect is that rich. ”

Peng Peiao sneered.

"You know a fart, grandma doesn't need those bells and whistles, you can still play all over the ground."

As the words followed, he slammed on the hilt of the heavy sword, and between swinging the sword, Peng Peiao seemed to be able to see some small cracks on the heavy sword.

"The yellow-haired girl is not big, and her tone is not small. Today, grandpa will teach you how to write the word soft. ”

The heavy sword is long and thick, sharp and fierce, and the small axe is light and tough, fast and fierce.

The views of the coming and going, not giving in to each other, are all the voices of the knife handles fighting.

After a few times, Peng Peiao's breath was slightly chaotic, but Ah Mo had beads of sweat along his cheeks and his chin.

"You're going to lose, your physical strength can't compare to mine."

Peng Peiao, adjusting his breath and smiling.

"That's not necessarily, until the last minute, it's not clear who will lose and who won."

Ah Mo swung the axe to block, but he was defeated by Peng Pei's arrogant brute force, the heavy sword was pressed to the top, and Ah Mo was pressed on one knee and knelt heavily on the competition platform.

Sawdust splattered, and a crimson color seeped from between Amo's knees.

"How do you admit defeat or not?"

Peng Peiao sneered and asked contemptuously.

"I don't recognize it."

Ah Mo swung his axe hard, pushing Pompeo back again and again.

"Drink, then take me another sword."

With a round shoulder, Ah Mo was slammed on the pillar of the competition platform by the sword.

One day in Ah Mo's throat, a bright red flowed from the corner of her mouth.

"Throw in the towel or not?"

Peng Peiao pressed forward step by step.

"I don't recognize it."

Amo didn't let a single step.

"Then don't blame me for not piping on the jade."

Peng Peiao stood with his sword in his hand, his eyes were fierce.

"Amo, don't be reckless, you're all injured."

At this moment, Jiang Wenli in the audience blamed himself, it was because he was too useless, so that Amo didn't even have room to lose.

"Amo," Luo Luo exclaimed nervously.

Zhu Xin and Li Henian also stared at the stage tightly, for fear of an accident.

Ah Mo held the axe in her hand firmly, and she looked at Peng Peiao's eyes like a resolute and fierce little wolf cub.

"Come on, it's not certain who will lie down."

Xu Banxian said that every swing of the axe will not be in vain, find the texture of the object, then the axe will be invincible.

The neatest lines on the wood will definitely break in half if you split it, and the same is true for iron swords.

On Peng Peiao's heavy sword, the pattern, Ah Mo has already found.

The heavy sword is like Mount Tai pressing on the top, but the small axe has the potential to split the mountain, although the mountain is heavy, but it should not be the sharp axe of the mountain.

"Bell," the blades intersected, like thunder, like a thunderbolt.

The broken sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, which caused the crowd in shock and silence to erupt in exclamations.

"The Xuantie heavy sword was broken, and the Xuantie heavy sword actually lost to the wood-splitting axe."

"The little girl is amazing, it's wonderful."