Fu Hao's eyes widened, confirming that Zhixinping was not injured in the slightest, and his eyes were still looking around like a thief, muttering in his heart.

"Could it be that his sister really eats hard and not soft, and let him go when he is told to say this?" Fu Haohu doubted, and then felt that it was unlikely.

"A woman like Zhi Xinyi can ...... at first glance It's hard to deal with!" Fu Hao thought of the fragrant contact when he was in her room, and couldn't help but blush slightly.

A woman's intuition is always terrifying, and as soon as Fu Hao wanted to know Xinyi, Jiang Cai'er turned her head and saw Fu Hao's stupid face.

She rolled her eyes, and her little hand quietly touched Fu Hao's thigh, and at the same time, her body was slightly inclined to prevent her father from noticing.

"Master, what are you thinking?" The words were pleasant, but Fu Hao was already in a cold sweat.

"Hmm, naturally I'm trying to compete, these people can't even compare to a finger of my family Cai'er, ehahaha......"

A hint of cunning flashed in Jiang Cai'er's eyes, and the hand had already quietly picked up a piece of meat, and at the same time threatened: "Is that so?"

Fu Hao seemed to have felt the pain that was coming soon, gritted his teeth and said, "Of course it is, who is my family Cai'er, I can kill them in seconds just by looking at them!"

Jiang Cai'er grinned, and the hand was quietly lowered again, which made Fu Hao breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, Jiang Caier stuffed her little hand into Fu Hao's hand, and her face was slightly red.

Cai'er's little hands were as warm as jade, and they were very comfortable to hold in their hands, Fu Hao enjoyed this sudden happiness, and looked at her with a look of surprise.

Jiang Cai'er was a little embarrassed by this look, she dodged her eyes and said, "Seeing that your mouth is so sweet, this is a reward for you." ”

"And this kind of benefit?" Fu Hao was secretly happy, which made him happier than his handsome sword sword intent breakthrough, "It turns out that Cai'er is so easy to coax, you can prescribe the right medicine in the future......"

At this moment, Fu Hao found that his left hand was also held by one hand.

He turned around in surprise and saw Wen Wushuang staring at him, a pair of eyes that seemed to say, "Hold my hand quickly!"

Fu Hao was stunned for a moment, and then tried to hold Wen Wushuang's little hand backwards, Wen Wushuang's little hand was also weak and boneless, and it was different from Cai'er's warmth, it was a somewhat cool feeling.

The right hand is warm, the left hand is cold, two completely different feelings, Fu Hao is simply happy.

While feeling this kind of emperor-like treatment, while watching the competition on the martial arts field, Fu Hao felt that even the originally very boring moves had become a lot more exciting.

"No wonder the ancients liked 'red sleeves and fragrance', it turns out that with beautiful women by your side, things will be different!" Fu Hao said secretly.

As the competition progressed, it was soon the seventh day, and the area where they took their turn was the C area.

Fu Hao cheered up slightly, because he saw Bu Mingming playing.

After many days, I don't know if the famous Shaolang sword intent has improved, and if the set of fighting hexagrams has been forgotten.

Thinking like this, Fu Hao looked at the C-shaped area with interest.

Bu's famous opponent is a strong man about two feet tall, with bulging muscles all over his body, full of explosive power, and looks like a small mountain.

Bu was secretly embarrassed, and he was a little curious about how such a person could pass the second pass.

Not to mention how he lived in the Hualongjiang River, let's just say that when the horse is selected, can a horse withstand his weight?

In fact, Bu Mingming is really not worried in vain. This strong man's name is Wang Kui, he is born with divine powers, and he is fortunate to be appreciated by a wandering Drape Sect elder, who gives him a kind of body refining technique, which makes his body more burly and powerful, but at the same time, it also makes him weigh far more than ordinary people.

At the second pass, like most people, he made a raft and came over, but even then he sank halfway through, and the rest of the way was swam, and when he reached the arena, the strongest horse he had chosen was so tired that he foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.

However, no one dared to laugh at him, except for his stressful physique, and the broadsword he carried behind his back.

The broadsword, which could be called an iron plate, was about a zhang long, and the blade was about four feet wide, without much ornamentation, but the glittering blade told everyone that it was not a toy for nothing.

Such a giant sword, just mentioning it, I'm afraid it will stump many people, let alone wield it as a weapon.

From another angle, being the enemy of such a giant sword makes people's scalps tingle just thinking about it.

Bu Mingming just looked at the giant sword behind Wang Kui with considerable interest, without the slightest panic.

There was surprise in Wang Kui's eyes, the people who saw his sword for the first time were all frightened and lost their fighting spirit, and there were only two kinds of people who could keep their composure - one was a person with real ability, and the other was a fool.

So what kind of opponent does this seemingly weak opponent belong to?

"Scattered Wang Kui. He first knew the name and surname of the other party.

Bu Mingming snorted lightly and said, "My name is Bu Mingming, but I'm about to become famous." ”

With just this sentence, Wang Kui classified Bu Mingming as the second type of person, not to mention that anyone would introduce himself like this, just said that among the masters who participated in the price comparison conference he knew, there was no one named Bu Mingming, which was enough to explain.

Wang Kui put his mind at ease, slowly pulled out the broadsword behind him, and put it heavily on the ground, making a muffled sound.

But his move of wanting to cause psychological pressure on Bu Mingming to win without a fight obviously didn't have much effect, because the opponent still looked like he didn't care.

Wang Kui was angry, and when the judging elder gave an order, he picked up the giant sword and rushed directly towards Bu Mingming.

"I'm going to be famous soon, okay, I'll make you famous for the misery of your defeat!" Wang Kui's eyes were cold, looking at the man in white in front of him who didn't want to dodge at all, he shouted loudly and swung the giant sword down.

He was confident that if this man dared to use his sword to resist, he would be seriously injured!

With a bang, the giant sword smashed to the ground, smashing a large hole into the hard ground of the martial arts arena.

Wang Kui looked up in surprise, only to see that Bu Mingming had taken a few steps back at some point, still with a stubborn attitude, and he didn't even pull out the sword in his hand.

"What other moves, come again!" Bu Mingming said excitedly, it was also an opportunity for him to see all kinds of swordsmanship in the world here.

But this kind of words sounded naked provocation in Wang Kui's ears, he was so angry that he couldn't help but speak, his body jumped high, and he slashed to Bu Mingming again with the power of Wanjun.

However, there is only one more pit in the ground.

"Again, again, another move!"

Wang Kui's face was gloomy and terrifying, and he thought that this Bu was obviously playing tricks on him.

"If you dare to make fun of me like this, I will make you feel fear!"

Wang Kui's giant sword dragged behind him, and rushed directly towards Bu Mingming, trying to force him to dodge with his body, and then sealed the retreat with his sword with lightning speed.

Bu Mingming seemed to be really shocked, and stayed in place in a daze, not knowing how to deal with it this time.

Wang Kui sneered in his heart, in his opinion, this move can distinguish the winner from defeat, and even life and death.

(End of chapter)