Realizing that his words were not clear, Qian Yuxi hurriedly added: "The feeling I said is that he is the same as you, and does not treat his opponent as an equal class. ”

"That's the case!" The misunderstanding was resolved, Mo Fan's expression returned to normal, and he said in an indifferent tone: "No matter how strong Long Daoyou is, I can beat him." ”

Qian Yuxi looked at the other party and asked, "Mo Fan, after all, people are ascetics, so it's better for you to be cautious." ”

Mo Fan nodded, he didn't refute this, in fact, he also knew that his cultivation time was still too short, even if he counted the two hundred days spent in the Temple of Time, it would add up to more than a year, and his strength was all exchanged for fate and fate, although it was his own thing, but after all, there was a sense of unsteadiness, this feeling was illusory, and it was also his heart knot, it was obviously his own thing, and others couldn't take it away, but he always felt worse than them.

Noticing that Mo Fan's face was a little uncomfortable, Qian Yuxi hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nope. Mo Fan shook his head, no longer focusing on the knot in his heart, he had no choice but to wait, and when the time passed, he might be able to unravel it when he completely got rid of the identity of the little white monk.

Subconsciously holding Qian Yuxi's hand, Mo Fan said, "Let's go." ”

"En?" Qian Yuxi was startled by this Mo Fan's sudden movement, she glanced at Mo Fan with a slightly red cheek, and found that he was distracted, and the words she originally wanted to ask were also taken back, thinking, forget it, just let him pull it.

The two walked out of the betting point holding hands and met Jian Changkong head-on.

Sword Sky: "......"

His eyes stared at the hands of the two of them, and his heart couldn't help but be sore, and he almost cried.

Mo Fan, who was originally in the fugue, saw the sword in the sky, and instantly came back to his senses, he just wanted to chat with the other party, but found that his right hand was holding something, warm and delicate.

Turning his head and glancing to the right.

it!

Mo Fan was shocked, how could he hold Qian Yuxi's hand, when was this happening, how long has it been?

He glanced at Qian Yuxi secretly, and found that the other party was blushing and looking at the tip of his shoe, and he didn't dare to raise his head.

Mo Fan was stunned for a while, it seems that she has no intention of refusing, so do I let go or not?

After being stunned for a few seconds, he still chose to let go, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was a pure accident just now, I was wandering and walking." ”

Qian Yuxi turned her head away and said, "It's okay, let's go!"

"Ahh

Sword Sky: "......"

These two people always abuse dogs like this, they are so tired, they want to cry, they want to fall in love!

"Brother Changkong!" Mo Fan patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "How much money did you bet on Long Daoyou?"

"Ten high-grade spirit stones. Jian Changkong replied, this is the amount that Long Jingtian bet on him before, and then he lost, and the money can't be returned, he is now betting the money on Long Jingtian, if he wins, then all of it will be returned to him, it will be regarded as an apology, and he will not win the game if he is not angry.

Mo Fan smiled and said, "It's okay, it's not much to lose!"

Sword Sky: "......"

"Not necessarily! My son is still strong. Senior Long walked out from behind Jian Changkong, and it seemed that he had just made a bet.

Mo Fan laughed and said, "Senior, if I win for a while, will you not let me go to your place for dinner?"

"It's possible. Senior Long thought for a moment and replied seriously.

"Huh?" Mo Fan suddenly made a bitter face, if he won the game, wouldn't he be blessed?

The sword Changkong on the side smiled, it turned out that the food was Mo Fan's handle, and it seemed that he had found the other party's weakness.

"You're just too greedy. Qian Yuxi glanced at Mo Fan, she had recovered from the shyness just now.

"How can this be called gluttony? Is this called a bosom friend?" Mo Fan retorted: "I am a bosom friend of food, and every time I take a bite, I can experience its interior. ”

Qian Yuxi: "......"

Seeing Mo Fan running the train with his mouth full, Uncle Long also smiled and said: "I'm not that kind of person, as long as you two fight hard, no matter who loses or wins, I have no idea, you win, it means that the black potential is not extraordinary, if you lose, Xiaolong wins, it means that his penance is meaningful." ”

Mo Fan laughed, fortunately, the senior was just joking, but he said this, he should be gentle with Long Jingtian when he will play.

"It's not early, let's go!" Senior Long said, he looked at Mo Fan and asked, "Mo Qianqiu, don't you really need to adjust your state?"

"No!" Mo Fan replied confidently, "My state has rarely come down from the peak!"

Of course, there is another sentence he didn't say, his state has rarely come down from the peak, but once it comes down, it is basically the result of a coma.

Everyone returned to the martial arts arena, there were only a few minutes left before the game started, Mo Fan took a look, and found that the entire audience was already overcrowded, and some people couldn't find seats, so they stayed on it to watch the game.

"Tsk, there are really enough of these people!" Mo Fan sighed, he was not sensitive and shy about duels under so many eyes, he just felt that his popularity value was quite high.

Because he found a lot of people holding their own LED light panels, and similarly, there are also fans who are shocking.

Mo Fan couldn't help but smile, and glanced at Jian Changkong.

Sword Sky: "......"

"Why are you looking at me so well?" Jian Changkong saw the smile in Mo Fan's eyes.

"Look at you handsome!" Mo Fan replied casually with a reason.

"Cut! How can you admire the handsomeness of this son?" Jian Changkong heard Mo Fan's answer, and directly raised his head and replied.

Mo Fan: "......"

Mo Fan's deflated appearance was rare, and it made Qian Yuxi laugh.

"Don't talk about it, I'll go first!" Mo Fan waved his hand and went to the check-in office.

"Come on!" cheered.

Walking into the check-in office, the fairy in the dress had been waiting for a long time.

The old man handed over the identity card for verification, and Mo Fan said with a smile: "Senior, who do you think will win this game?"

The beautiful fairy of the neon dress glanced at Mo Fan and replied: "I can't guarantee this, the dragon is shocking and has an excellent physique, and the physical cultivation realm is superb, and you have a lot of tricks, if you can't find a breaking point in each trick, it will be difficult to break through, the advantages of the two sides are different, I really don't know if you don't play a competition." ”

Mo Fan smiled, just in time, the time was up.

Before leaving, he said to the neon dress fairy: "Senior, in fact, I am also a physical cultivator!"

With that, he turned around and walked into the passageway.

"Physical cultivation to physical cultivation?" The beautiful eyes of the neon dress fairy are full of brilliance, and there is a good show to watch!

(End of chapter)