But he still has to keep that hesitant look on his face.

"But ......"

Wu Yichen was a little impatient, "Are you comparable?" My son has added such a big bargaining chip, you are still grinding, if you don't dare, what kind of Jinglin Academy do you want to enter with your courage and ability? ”

Xiao Baozi's fighting spirit seemed to be aroused by Wu Yichen at this time, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slowly, and added uneasily, "I promised to compete with you now, but you can't use the Xiuling Sword." ”

"No problem!" Wu Yichen agreed, ten days ago, Feng Ziyan was still an orange-level cultivator, and he couldn't even resist his own moves, could it be that after ten days, he could still rise by leaps and bounds to the point that his strength could compete with him?

Even if he didn't need to cultivate the sword, he could still easily defeat him.

"Come on." Wu Yichen handed the Xiuling Sword in his hand to the guards on the side, took a pose by himself, and looked at Xiao Baozi defiantly, with an inevitable smile on his face.

He had almost made up in his heart the embarrassed appearance of Feng Ziyan's defeat under his own hands.

Xiao Baozi took Mu Bai off his shoulders and put him on the ground, "You obediently watch from the sidelines, and when I win, he will take you to Tianxianglou to eat crispy chicken." ”

Mu Bai jumped on the ground and screamed twice, as if he was worried about the little bun.

The two have been inseparable for this time and have become very good friends, and in Mu Bai's heart, Xiao Baozi is already its little master. Fat cat bar

Seeing Mu Bai's concern, Xiao Baozi showed him a big smile.

The little bun is already cute, with a fleshy face, white, and a small person who makes the people around him sympathetic.

"Alas, it's a pity, although Feng Ziyan's background is unknown, it is not his fault after all, he is such a big child...... When I compete with the second son, I don't know how many injuries I will suffer. ”

"Poor boy, I heard that he was already an orange-level cultivator when he was only three years old, and this talent rarely exists even if you look at the entire Wangtian Continent, it's a pity."

"The second son's shot has always been very spicy, this time it is a question whether he can keep his life, after all, he is too young to withstand the temptation, a Xiu Ling sword made him agree to the competition, saying that it is a competition, but there will inevitably be deaths and injuries in the competition, even if something happens to him, is it difficult for the Hades to go to Zhenbei for a son who is not his own?"

"That is, even if Feng Ziyan was seriously injured and won Wu Yichen by luck, but the Xiu Ling Sword is an artifact that has been passed down from generation to generation in Zhenbei Houfu, what can Zhenbei Hou do if he doesn't give it at that time?"

No one is optimistic about Xiao Baozi, and the eyes that look at Xiao Baozi are full of sympathy, and in the eyes of everyone, this is a battle without disparity.

In fact, Xiao Baozi was also a little nervous in his heart, he had been promoted to the grade of the Yellow Order under the advice of his father when he was in Lechuan City, but after all, he had just been promoted to this strength, and he had not had time to precipitate and polish, but Wu Yichen had stayed at this stage for a long time.

Besides, after all, he is only three years old, and Wu Yichen is so much older than himself, both in terms of physical strength and physical strength......

But...... Seeing the Xiuling Sword, Xiao Baozi's eyes became firm again.