It is said that if you have a good figure, you should show it, but Lan Yuerong is so different.

Although she has a foxy face, the purple clothes on her whole body do wrap her body tightly, and even her hands are covered with leather gloves, which does not seem to show a trace of excess skin except for her face.

She appeared so quietly, Shi Shiran walked to the ruins of the ring and stood beside Qu Wudao.

Along the way, everyone felt her difference, or was surprised by her temperament, or amazed by her appearance, but strong hands such as Yang Pi and Gu Mu Salt focused more on the strange plants that had been growing under her feet.

The strange thing is that she just came straight over, and the crowd seemed to be non-existent in her eyes, no one stopped her, no one asked.

It wasn't until she stood side by side with Qu Wudao that some people woke up like a dream.

"Who are you?"

Qiao Siquan's face was cold, and the silver gun in his hand pointed at Lan Yuerong. If he wasn't ruthless enough, maybe he would be mistaken for a hooligan who wanted to rob sex.

Lan Yuerong ignored him, but said to Qu Wudao with a coquettish smile: "Stinky old nine, let you hold it up, don't you suffer?"

The corners of Qu Wudao's mouth moved, and he smiled without a smile: "You mother-in-law, just watch me being beaten from the sidelines, if I really get planted, see how you go back and explain to Mr. Chu." ”

Hearing the words "Mr. Chu", Lan Yuerong's face obviously flashed a look of intoxication, and she immediately said angrily: "Don't blame the slave family, the slave family will help you clean them up, you have a good rest on the side, okay?"

"Don't make a mistake," Qu Wudao said solemnly: "The four major rampant in Nanxuan Mansion are not as good as those of Qinghao." ”

"Be serious. ”

Seeing that Lan Yuerong and Qu Wudao were so close, Qiao Siquan probably guessed her identity.

"It is rumored that there are two female immortals among the twelve immortals in the Pure Determination Dojo, and the sect master of the Miao Ling Sect basically does not care about the world, and concentrates on cultivation, presumably this is Lan Yuerong, who is known as the flower woman. ”

The flower woman smiled coquettishly, like a flower blooming.

"The four major rampant in Nanxuan Mansion are not as famous as meeting. ”

After all, it is still a hero who cherishes a hero, Qiao Siquan, who has always been cold and arrogant, put away his gun, hugged his fist at the two of them, and said, "I'll wait for the four of us to ask the two for advice." ”

"Slow," Qu Wudao said suddenly: "Say it in advance, after this fight, today's ring will be over." ”

This sentence filled him with internal strength, even those people in the rivers and lakes dozens of meters away could hear it clearly.

"Hey, are you scared when you put down the ring but don't fight?"

It turned out to be the ancient curtain salt of the Santang Waterway, and the words were full of ridicule.

"Definitely," Qu Wudao shook his head and said: "I came here to set up a ring on behalf of the Pure Determination Dojo, just to challenge the strongest in Nanxuan Mansion, if even the four rampant people are defeated, do you have stronger people in Nanxuan Mansion?"

"I'm not going to beat everyone in the room, am I?"

"Or is it that the martial arts of Nanxuanfu are just despicable villains who rely on ants to bite elephants?"

Gu Muyan's eyes widened, and he was almost about to rush forward.

"You!"

"Huh!"

A silver light flashed, and the ancient curtain salt was agitated for no reason, and the footwork under his feet moved, and the whole person moved backwards by one foot, narrowly stabilized, and almost fell down.

"Crack!"

Where he had stood, a crescent-shaped crack appeared out of thin air, tearing a gaping hole in the ground.

Qiao Siquan took back the silver spear and said lightly: "Brother Qu has a point, if the four of us are not opponents, you are not qualified to fight them." ”

"What a big breath!" Gu Muyan was raided by Qiao Siquan, and said angrily: "What do you mean by the four of you? Do you want to represent the seven sects and sixteen factions of our entire Nanxuan Mansion?"

"I didn't come to the big faucet of the three waterways, and I won't admit it if you lose!"

Gu Mu Yan was in a hurry, if he wanted to go up and fight, he really didn't dare, he asked himself to be slightly better than Feng Shanren, but the Hu brothers and Qinghao and other hard hands were also defeated, how could he dare to come forward?

In all fairness, even if the big dragon head of his three-way water hall and the second master high chain came, he didn't have the confidence that he could defeat the four major rampant or Qu Wudao.

Whatever, report his name first, after all, he has not lost the prestige of the three waterways.

"Then why don't you take the place of Gao Suo Lao'er to show the majesty of your Santang Waterway?" Lin Yue, who was shrouded in black robes on the side, couldn't see his expression clearly, only the white teeth that were exposed kept making a gloomy chuckle.

Gu Muyan shuddered again, but still forcibly suppressed his anger, exchanged glances with Li Zhuzi, and stepped aside.

"As you can see," Lin Yuexun said to the Twin Immortals, "We can represent the entire Nanxuan Mansion Martial Arts, because they don't dare." ”

Although many of the onlookers were angry, they didn't say anything.

"Let's get started. ”

Seeing that no one spoke out against it, Qiao Siquan looked at the two immortals with a cold gaze.

Qu Wudao nodded, and in the next moment, his figure shot out.

On his right fist, a trace of black smoke floated up, attacking Qiao Siquan directly.

"Lingshan Palace's unfortunate fist?"

"Good time!"

Joss didn't move, but two people flew out of his side.

The black robe is added, but the silent lurking is the first to take the lead, it is Lin Yuexun.

A single person with a single knife, the momentum is extremely sharp, and Huo Ling holds a knife to meet him.

Lin Yuexun's unique stunt "broken and sticky" is absolutely fast, Huo Ling touched Qu Wudao's body one step first, his robe was raised, and he held two iron thorns in both hands, and pierced Qu Wudao's waist.

If you don't parry, you will be saved by attacking the enemy, this is Lin Yuexun's style.

At the same time, Huo Ling, who was a step slower, also arrived.

His knife is not like an ordinary famous swordsman, just an ordinary knife.

It was pitch black, the blade was rough, it didn't look polished, it didn't have a blade, and the bare handle was simply wrapped with hemp rope.

It's like a half-finished product that doesn't even have a regular waist knife.

But only those who know him know that this knife was made by him as a blacksmith himself, and every part of the whole knife, even the uneven bumps on the blade, are also the most suitable design for his strength.

In other words, this knife is integrated into Huo Ling's life.

The waist horse is low, and a simple knife is swept from the bottom up.

Huo Ling made the green tendons on the thick arm of the knife protrude, and the strong sound of the "hiss" was the best proof of his strength.

"Hurricane Knife, Split the Soul and Split the Soul!"

The iron thorn is coming, the knife is coming, and Qu Wudao has not retreated.

When the cold light of the iron thorn pierced his waist, he did not retreat.

The next moment, Lin Yuexun stopped, and Huo Ling also stopped.

A yellowed vine wrapped around Lin Yuexun's back door at some point, teaching him to have to fall lightly, because as long as he stabbed forward, the vine would crush his shoulder blades.

This is the sense of crisis he has developed in his years as a killer.

Huo Ling was similar, the four vines tied his hands tightly, and the hurricane knife technique ended without a problem.

Qu Wudao was like entering a no-man's land, passing through the two of them and pointing directly at Qiao Siquan.

"Poof!"

The silver spear pressed forward, and Qiao Siquan's gun carried a strong bloody breath, blooming a circle of gun flowers.

"Boom......"

Blood splattered from Qu Wudao's body, and the clothes that had been broken in the battle of Yu Qinghao were torn into strips of rags, and the exposed skin was the same as his arms, and it was also covered with ugly bloodstains.

"Boom!"

Desperately injured, Qu Wudao's fist also hit Qiao Siquan's chest, the latter snorted, and his cold face also showed a look of pain, and a burst of blood mist erupted from his mouth and nose.

"Something is wrong!"

The thought came to both of them at the same time.

Qiao Siquan was worried because the touch coming from the body of the gun was limited to breaking through Qu Wudao's skin, and did not damage the internal organs of the body.

What Qu Wudao thought about was that the feeling of this punch in the past was not like the usual bone-shattering and spleen-bursting pleasure, but it hit a rock firmly, only smashing a crack open, but it did not hinder its solidity.

In the battle between the masters, they lost the whole game with a single thought, and the two of them couldn't care about these thoughts, so they responded again in an instant.

Qiao Siquan changed to a single-handed gun, although the force was reduced, it was more flexible, and the spear attacked around Qu Wudao's body, like a bloody mouth, wanting to swallow his life alive.

"Rain of Blood!"

Qu Wudao in the gun circumference, turning his fist into a palm, the palm technique is soft and tactful, and there are thousands of opportunities in an instant, which is exactly the set of palm techniques that unloaded half of Qinghao's whip net before.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Qu Wudao actually met this fierce gun surround with his palm, and then a strange scene appeared.

Those sharp spears were all slipped away when they were about to touch Qu Wudao's palm.

Like the dough in the hands of a seasoned white case master, it is wantonly kneaded.

Qiao Siquan's eyes were full of shock, he couldn't have imagined that the trick he relied on to run rampant would be broken so aggrieved.

Then, a huge force came from the gratuitous force, and Qiao Siquan was thrown out with guns.

"I don't feel good about this silk palm!"

Qu Wudao broke the move with one blow, and he was unforgiving, his hands were folded, and the golden light at the palms was dazzling, and he chased and killed.

"Vajra Mahamudra!"

Qiao Siquan flew out of a section, supported the ground with a gun, and finally stopped the decline, and when he saw Qu Wudao calling again, he had to raise a palm to greet him.

With a single palm on the King Kong mudra, you can know which is better and which is inferior.

"Woohoo!"

Qiao Siquan's mouth cracked, blood splattered, his palm collapsed, Qu Wudao drove straight in, and the big mudra of King Kong angrily slammed into his left shoulder.

"Click!

The sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing rang out together.

Qiao Siquan's left shoulder collapsed downward, apparently splitting his shoulder bone.

What about Qu Wudao?

A trail of blood left from the corner of his mouth, and he looked down at his left chest, where a bowl-sized hole had been pierced.

And the culprit who caused this injury was Qiao Siquan's right hand, which was stained with blood, and his five fingers were clumped together, still trembling slightly.

"Broken mirror gun, full of guns, I was careless......"

Qu Wudao didn't have a painful look, but his eyebrows were full of remorse.

"A thousand spell patterns, which can imitate any martial arts, I have also learned it. ”

Qiao Siquan endured the pain in his left shoulder and praised: "I also want to remind you, be careful behind your back." ”

"Roar!"

A deafening tiger roar exploded in Qu Wudao's ears, and a figure pounced like a tiger descending from the mountain.

The person with capable short hair and a vigorous posture is none other than the four rampant tiger-faced women Wang Jie.

She had been lurking on the sidelines, and finally found this opportunity.

Taking advantage of the fact that Qu Wudao and Qiao Si were both defeated, her tiger claws dug into Qu Wudao's wide open back door!

And on the other side, the battle has just begun.

Huo Ling waved the knife lightly, and all the vines wrapped around himself and Lin Yuexun's bodies were broken, and the incision was as smooth as a mirror.

Not far away, Lan Yuerong was looking at them with a smile.