"You are also an eighth-order qi practitioner, why don't you help Jun'er out of this breath?" Lan Wujiang's divine sense swept over the man in gorgeous clothes and let out a sarcastic voice.

She stood there indifferently, her eyes meeting Wu Changli.

"......" Wu Changli clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked at Lan Wujiang with interest.

When did the Lan family have such a figure?

"You, you! But you can beat the first order of foundation building!" The man in the gorgeous clothes turned red, and hurriedly found another reason to prevaricate Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang snorted, his eyes drooped, and his unstained face was many times paler than Lan Jun'er.

But no one present felt sorry for her.

All they saw was her sharp eyebrows and thin lips.

It's as if she was born with a sharp blade.

"Sister Jun'er, in this battle, we are clear." Her hair was blown by the wind, her voice was lazy, and her words were heart-wrenching.

Lan Jun'er was stunned, and her teeth unintentionally bit the tip of her tongue.

This woman is so scheming!

"Sister ...... Borderless"

How could Lan Wujiang get rid of her favor like this?

Lan Wujiang can appear here all because of her, and she should be grateful to Dade for making cattle and horses for her.

"Sister Wujiang, if you feel embarrassed, let's go home." Lan Jun'er pulled out a smile with difficulty, and her slender body pretended to be weak and swaying slightly.

"Sister Wujiang, it's all bad to blame me, if I hadn't asked you to come to the martial arts platform, I wouldn't have made you angry......"

Lan Jun'er's eyes widened, looking guilty to the point of heartbreak.

"Then you're not angry with your second brother?" Lan Wujiang raised his eyebrows, smiling rather than smiling.

The cuckoo tassel on Lan Jun'er's head trembled, and her eyes dodged, "I naturally want to...... It's just that my sister doesn't want to. ”

"Sister Jun'er, obviously you asked Sister Wujiang to go up to be angry for the second brother, and stopped Sister Wujiang from letting her be angry with the second brother, how can you say that Sister Wujiang is unwilling." Lan Xiaowuxing's eyes widened, and she woke up the person in her dream.

Everyone was speechless, wanting to say something, but found that it was indeed the truth.

Lan Jun'er glanced at Lan Xiaowu viciously, and her body trembled.

Wu Changli laughed, his slender hand raised, and the aura surrounded his fingertips, "Lan Jun'er, are you still comparable?"

"Sister Wujiang......" Lan Jun'er was unwilling, and even the begging in her eyes was a little sincere.

"Let's get started." Lan Wujiang stepped onto the stage, his eyes falling on the judge.

Lan Jun'er breathed a sigh of relief.

Resentment pervades my heart.

What a start! This Lan Wujiang simply doesn't know what to do.

Think you're really good?

Lan Wen wine is the first order of the foundation piled up by the elixir, Lan Wujiang was seriously injured in the last battle, and today he is facing Wu Changli, and it is strange that he has to lose half his life.

Lan Jun'er unwillingly helped Lan Xuanyi to the seat, and watched the aura cover on the competition platform close.

"Let you make three moves?" Wu Changli looked at Lan Wujiang and threw out a sentence lightly, almost putting the Lan family's face on the ground and stepping on it, and Lan Jun'er's face was even more painful.

"No, I don't." Lan Wujiang hooked his lips, and the waste dantian was filled with evil spirits.

She didn't want to be a demon, but no one gave her the right to be kind.

If life is restless, she doesn't have to carry the weight forward.

"It's crazy." Wu Changli smiled indifferently, but he was not soft at all, and the huge spirit balloon flew out in an instant, which was the size of two people.

Lan Wujiang flew up, the evil qi formed a torrent, the thin layer of muscles on his body was extremely tight, and the aura was like a trace of it wrapped around the transparent evil qi.

They weave, they shine, they expand with all their might.

Lan Wujiang grinned, his eyes flaring with madness.

Come, be judged by the devil.

The hair ornament on Lan Wujiang's head was blown away by the evil qi he carried, and the silver hairpin hit the protective cover crisply, only a black hairband barely hung on the tail of the hair, as if it would fall apart at any time.

The hearts of the frightened people were beating wildly.