The two sides fought with relish, and Yun Yueyao watched it with relish on the side.

She also has a lot of magic weapons in her hands, but she has never thought of fighting with others. It seems that she is too simple, she only knows how to be simple and rude, and she can solve it quickly.

Maybe it's influenced by the nature of the orcs? However, looking at such a variety of fighting methods, she also felt very fresh.

Such a fight is probably the correct way to open it between monks, right?

Yun Yueyao looked at it with interest, shook her head, and sighed in her heart: "This kind of fighting method is probably fighting for talent, the size of the dantian, the father, and the backer." ”

If the talent is not good, the power of the spell will be directly affected; The size of the dantian directly determines whether you can have the last laugh in the tug-of-war; I don't need to explain my father, I have a good family, and I have a good father and mother, so there are naturally many good things; And the backer is hard enough, and there are people who carry around no matter how much trouble they make, and they are not like crabs, rampant in the immortal world?

This is probably the current situation of the Immortal Realm and the Immortal Cultivation Realm?

Yun Yueyao thought about it, she was a veritable second-generation immortal, and she didn't seem to be afraid of such a spelling.

But she was a little indifferent to this, a problem that could be solved by an illusion, why should she be tired and tired and sweat to fight?

Moreover, if it is a problem that can be solved with a sword, she is too lazy to play such a thankless turn-based battle with a magic weapon full of magic weapons.

Although she didn't feel anything about it, Yun Yueyao looked at it seriously. She has no sense of it, and she will not encounter such a mode of engagement in the future.

It's just that at that time, with the rhythm and changing the number of battles, she has the confidence to lead others by the nose.

Just when Yun Yueyao was talking about the fighting methods of the two sides and gaining knowledge, the two sides who had been consumed for too long finally separated the winners and losers.

Ignore the other items, just look at the spelling father. A family in the secular world, fighting with the Lord of Heaven and Demons, and appearing immediately.

Therefore, although Fake Yun Yueyao spent a lot of effort and feet, it was no surprise that she won this fight.

The four bone bracelets slammed into Qin Ziang's protective shield, and the protective shield stood firm for a moment, and then "clicked" to shatter pieces of cobwebs, and at the moment when the four bone bracelets were shattered, they shattered into a place of spiritual light, and finally dissipated.

However, Qin Ziang, who was panicked, suddenly calmed down at this moment, and said, "I have the ancestor's body protection divine thoughts, you can't move me." Otherwise, you will die, and your whole people will suffer from you. Think about who you are, hehe. ”

Qin Ziang thought of the identity of the other party's wild outcast, and then calmed down. However, the lowliest slave is afraid that he will not be able to cultivate immortals.

Hehe, with this handle, he went back to tell the elders of the clan that he would definitely wipe out this group of traitors.

Qin Ziang's words fell, and he turned his hand and took out the last jade plate and held it in his palm. As long as the other party showed his killing intent, he used this last shield. It's really not good, he still has the life-saving jade talisman given by the elders.

It's a big deal that the inheritance of this place is not right, as long as there is a life, are you afraid that you can't take it back from the hands of that witch?

Having made up his mind, Qin Ziang stared at the fake Yun Yueyao's every move.

But he didn't think that a strong wind suddenly blew behind him, and a water arrow pierced his chest.

Qin Ziang's eyes widened, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the blood hole in his chest. Then he turned his head and looked at Jiang Anrui, who was frightened.

How dare she, how dare she!

Qin Ziang spurted out a mouthful of blood, glared at Jiang Anrui angrily, and gritted his teeth to bite the name: "Jiang, An, Rui, you, you little slut!" ”