Wars between countries, can it still be a trivial matter? Mu Qingtian and Nangong Yehua, who had to see what Youfeng wanted to do, stood in the enchantment, and were extremely speechless to the two people who had tacitly agreed to draw a tennis court.

"Which side?" It just so happens that both of them have spiritual powers, and it's fair to condense the racket by themselves.

"On the other hand!" Wang Izumo's face was not very good, and he hesitated.

The racket whirred and spun, and then it fell down with a soft crunch. The wind raised his eyebrows, raised his posture, and blew a long whistle, "You're really unlucky!" ”

On the Yuntian Continent of the Lower Three Realms, he saw Youfeng playing that strange ball, and Mu Qingtian was not surprised at all, but Nangong Yehua saw Youfeng wearing clothes with bare legs and arms, and her good figure was undoubtedly exposed, so she couldn't wait to rush up and cover her immediately.

In the stadium of Nuoda, the two stood on two sides, one was extremely imposing, extremely proud, and the other was imposing, ready to lose.

'Smack~~~'

A short thud pulled all three back to reality.

The reality was that with that short soft sound, a grass-green ball rolled to Wang Izumo's feet, and stopped as if mocking her.

"15 to 0~" twisted the ball, Youfeng smiled openly, read a string of English in his mouth, the tone was light, the tail note was very long, and the posture of no one in his eyes was really arrogant.

was ridiculed at the beginning, Wang Izuyun waved his racket and shouted at the people across the net, "Love? Why don't you add a few words and make up a sentence? ”

"Want to throw in the towel? No way! "The English of 'I love you' can still be related to this, don't think about it, you can't be convinced!

Without giving her a chance to breathe, another ball was the same as before, and before she could see it, the ball had almost grazed Wang Izumo's hair and bounced out.

Too, too fast, this ball! Wang Izumo was dumbfounded, jumped to his feet and shouted, "Aren't you a technical stream?" What a change of style!! ”

"Who says you can't change the style of technology flow?" Glancing at her coldly, the wind served again, and the faint demonic energy around his body made a small ball with evil energy.

'Smack! The ball flew out and hit the head of Izumo Wang...

"Stinky guy, didn't you say tennis isn't used to hit people? Look what you're doing right now!! Covering his blue forehead, Wang Izuyun's face was hideous, and his anger rushed to the top of his head, and he desperately wanted to beat the person opposite.

"It used to be for the pursuit of honor, but now it's a different realm - to beat you!" With a wave of the racket, he pointed straight at Wang Izuyun, his eyes as bright as the stars in the night sky were vibrating, and his arrogance was simply too arrogant and unrestrained.

Wang Izumo was so angry that he trembled all over, waving his hands around like a manic lion, and after a while, he calmed down again, staring carefully at all the movements of Youfeng, she knew that if she didn't resist, the next thing would be to be beaten!

However, I don't know if it's because Youfeng's technique is too good, the anger and resentment are too heavy, or if Wang Izumo is too frustrated and too weak-hearted, every next ball will leave a bruise on Wang Izumo's body.

Until an hour later, the corners of Nangong Yehua and Mu Qingtian's mouths twitched and looked at the refreshed Youfeng and covered their faces, bent their stomachs, their faces were full of bags, and looked at Wang Izumo who was looking at Youfeng with resentment...

"You don't have intermittent amnesia?"

A string of strange language with a questioning tone came out, causing the two onlookers to frown, what kind of strange language is this.

"Imagination is so good!" Turning his head, Youfeng glanced at Wang Izumo with disdain, an equally short English exit, and lowered his head after speaking, with a relief in his eyes that few people couldn't see, not only to Wang Izumo, but also to himself, "They are all my most important people, since they can't give up, they can only bear it themselves!" ”

Wang Izuyun's eyes were complicated, and when he saw Youfeng raise his head and sweep over Mu Qingtian and Nangong Yehua one by one, he finally looked at her and said with a smile, "There is nothing in this world that I can't afford, one more thing is not a big deal, anyway, I'm used to it!" ”

She can say this, their baby has indeed grown up, but the price of growing up is heart-wrenching, Wang Izumo held back his tears and patted her back and hugged it hard, "Don't you know that it hurts?" ”

"Of course it hurts!" Youfeng raised his head, there was no sadness in his eyes, only the delicate willfulness of being spoiled, pushed Wang Izumo away, slapped her bruised face like a mischief, and bared his teeth proudly, "That's why I beat you into a pig's head just now!" ”

"Shhh With pain on his face, Wang Izumo hurriedly let go of the wind and retreated far away, pun intended, "I'm in pain!" ”

"The pain is on your own!" With a wave of his hand, the wind was about to walk out of the barrier.

The two said a bunch of strange things, Nangong Yehua and Mu Qingtian couldn't understand a word, guessing that it might be the language of the world where Youfeng had been before, but it was the first time they saw Youfeng looking as bad as a little devil, beating people to the point that their stomachs were extremely black, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts, she finally returned to normal. This unilateral 'beating' ended, and Nangong Yehua was about to withdraw the enchantment, but was stopped by Wang Izumo, who had been beaten extremely badly just now.

"An Yuexi, isn't it Uncle Ben's turn!"

The voice of hatred was accompanied by a slight shaking, and two simple iron boxes the size of adult palms appeared in front of Wang Izuyun, her bruised and purple face reflected on the white light of the iron box, which looked extremely eerie and terrifying.

Mu Qingtian took a few big steps back, although he was curious about the iron box, but Wang Izuyun's extremely terrifying face and the sudden change of color of the ghostly wind, shook his head and retreated silently, if he wanted to be curious, he had to have the psychological ability to bear it, he seemed to be really old.

"The King of Resentment!" With an exclamation, Youfeng was about to escape, but was caught by Wang Izumo with a very quick hand.

Wang Izumo's teeth grinded and gurgle, and he sneered, "Hand remnant king, come on!" ”

You can do anything, just one - video games, that hand speed, it's almost soot...

"It's Uncle Ben's turn to take revenge!"

When the familiar heavy metal electron sounded, but in half a pillar of incense, Wang Izumo had turned into a terrifying devil who destroyed flowers, and fiercely held down the ghost wind and took revenge.

After the trouble in front of her, Nangong Yehua finally understood, the two of them had their own grievances and anger towards each other, and they didn't want to be angry with others, so they had to vent to each other in their own way.

After torturing each other, they all looked miserable, but because of this, they all returned to normal, even a normal temperament that he didn't understand.

Nangong Yehua shook his head speechlessly and closed the enchantment, and he didn't want to listen to what the two of them didn't understand about each other, so he went to Mu Qingtian to draw up compensation together.