A punch!

Luo Ziyan's eyes froze, and he turned sideways and dodged.

Another kick swept over!

She staggered and dodged again, her long hair fluttering, and she felt a gust of wind blowing across her face.

Everyone was enthusiastic when they saw it, and they thought that Wu Chuan would be angry and would knock Luo Ziyan down in an instant.

Unexpectedly, Luo Ziyan was very strong, no matter how fierce Wu Chuan's attack was, he could dodge it just right.

"How so?" Wu Gang looked at the agile Luo Ziyan with a blank expression. "Isn't she very weak? How did you dodge the Wizard Brother's attack? ”

He asked himself if it was impossible for him to dodge the attack of the witch legend.

Could it be that they had misunderstood Luo Ziyan before? Otherwise, how could the elders value her so much?

"It's kind of interesting!" At this time, Ji Yifan also came here, and just happened to see Luo Ziyan like a gust of wind, constantly dodging the attack of Wu Chuan.

"Senior Brother Ji, this Luo Ziyan's strength is obviously very weak, why is he able to dodge the attack of the witch legend?" The disciple who had questioned Luo Ziyan before frowned.

"She's mastered a very advanced technique." Ji Yifan narrowed his eyes, and his gaze changed with Luo Ziyan's movements. "She knew that her strength was not as good as Wu Chuan, so she didn't go head-to-head with it, but used her body to the extreme."

"However, it's not a way to hide like this, right?" The disciple said in a deep voice, "When Wu Chuan calms down, it is estimated that it will be the end of the battle. ”

"Xiong San, do you want to make a bet?" Ji Yifan said interestingly.

"Bet?" Xiong San raised his eyebrows and looked at this smiling Senior Brother Ji with a puzzled expression. "Bet on what?"

"Bet on the two of them, who will win in the end?"

"You don't need to ask, it must be a witch legend." Xiong San said without thinking about it.

After all, no matter how good your body is, it is impossible to hide all the time, and once your soul power is exhausted, it will be the end of the battle.

"Really?" Ji Yifan tugged at the corners of his mouth and looked at Luo Ziyan with burning eyes. "I bet on Luo Ziyan to win."

"Impossible!" Wu Chuan shook his head and said affirmatively: "A martial artist who is at most a third-level seventh-order martial artist defeats a seventh-order martial idiot, it is simply wishful thinking. ”

"If the witch legend wins, this month's spiritual fluid is yours, and vice versa. Do you dare? ”

"Dare! How dare not! Xiong San pursed his lips and said with a big grin: "I still don't believe it, a third-level seventh-order can defeat a martial idiot seventh-order." ”

In the battle circle, Wu Chuan is getting more and more irritable!

He has taken it seriously, and he still can't touch Luo Ziyan when he can't think of it, and he can't even touch other people's clothes.

Shame, absolute shame!!

He seemed to have sensed the gaze of the people around him, full of ridicule.

Bastard!

The person who should be ridiculed is Luo Ziyan, not me!!

Wu Chuan roared angrily, and the soul power on his body shook, rippling out a wave of energy, shaking Luo Ziyan and flying out.

Luo Ziyan stood still, her breath was a little disordered, and the hair on her forehead was wet with fragrant sweat, sticking to both sides of her sideburns, but it was a little messy and beautiful.

Although she constantly dodged the attacks of the witches, the consumption of soul power and physical strength was very huge.

"Brother Wizard, I'll give you a word." Luo Ziyan took a deep breath, calmed down the disordered breath, and said lightly: "If you don't have strength, don't learn to pretend to be forced!" ”

"What did you say?!" Wu Chuan's pupils shrank, and a wave of anger rushed to the heavenly spirit.