Everyone looked up, only to see a girl in the distance wearing a white long dress, stepping on elegant steps, the delicate skirt robe perfectly outlined the girl's figure. The corners of the slightly raised lips seem to have a touch of arc, like a shallow smile and like cold and ruthless.

The breeze blows, the ink hair flies, and the skirt flutters.

The girl is delicate and fair-skinned, and her young and immature face is like a god in the bright sunlight, like a god who encompasses the style of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon are glorious, noble, holy, and elegant!

They were all dumbfounded, how could this fool be so beautiful?

Wu Jiaojiao looked at the teenagers next to her, her eyes were full of amazement, and she was suddenly furious in her heart, and said sarcastically to Long Qingyue: "You fool is really ghostly? What are you doing here? ”

In recent days, for some reason, Nangong Yun has come to find herself, it must be this fool who is secretly doing it, the more Wu Jiaojiao thinks about it, the more angry she becomes, especially when she sees the girl's beautiful face and cold temperament, she can't wait to step forward and tear her face!

Long Qingyue didn't even look at Wu Jiaojiao, but shot her eyes at the purple-robed young man in the crowd, raised her eyebrows and said, "Zuo Wanpeng, didn't you say that you were going to challenge me a few days ago?" Now I will grant your request. ”

Zuo Wanpeng is the son of the Qinglong Guoan Palace.

Everyone laughed when they heard it, they heard it right, a fool and a waste, he actually ran to challenge Zuo Shizi?

Zuo Wanpeng is tall, he reached the level of an eight-star spirit master at the age of seventeen, and in front of all the sons and brothers, his cultivation talent is very good.

Zuo Wanpeng was stunned, looking at Long Qingyue's indifferent face, he suddenly felt a little strange in his heart, he couldn't figure out why Long Qingyue suddenly ran out, he remembered that she laughed at herself a few days ago, is there a trap in the middle?

Before Zuo Wanpeng could figure out what was going on, Wu Jiaojiao on the side glanced at him vigorously, "Don't agree to her yet!" You said you wanted me to teach this slut a lesson! ”

She couldn't wait for Zuo Wanpeng to take this opportunity to avenge herself and beat Long Qingyue half to death.

Zuo Wanpeng put his hands around his chest arrogantly, raised his head and said: "I don't accept a waste challenge, this is simply an insult to me!" ”

Long Qingyue was stunned, and he couldn't imagine that Zuo Wanpeng would return the words he had sent him a few days ago in a similar way. She was not annoyed, but looked at him defiantly, "Do you think you can't beat me at all, or are you afraid of making a fool of yourself in front of everyone?" ”

"Joke, I'm afraid of making a fool of myself? When I was practicing, you didn't know where to hide and wipe your nose. Zuo Wanpeng has a fiery temper, and he can't stand the stimulation the most, after all, they are a group of young children, and they are very face-conscious.

Long Qingyue said: "Then let's have a game, how about it?" As he spoke, he frowned, as if he was embarrassed, "What if you lose?" ”

Zuo Wanpeng's face turned angry, "Phew! Will I lose? You didn't wake up, did you? I'll knock you away with one punch! If I lose, I'll cut off my head and kick you as a ball!" ”

Long Qingyue frowned slightly, "I'm sorry, I don't have this hobby yet, I don't like to kick a ball with a dead man's head, relatively speaking, I still like the sword in your hand." ”

The long sword in the young man's hand was seven feet long, and it was inlaid with a seven-star holy beast's fire attribute magic crystal, which could enhance the attack. There was a faint red light on the long sword, which was obviously not bad.