"Wow~~!"

Elder Lexu watched Zhuo Yueming straighten his chest and opened Jing Meng's chest, and couldn't help but exclaim, and finally couldn't help but praise Zhuo Xiankun: "What kind of body protection magic skill is the virtuous nephew practicing, it's so good~~!"

"Hehe~!"

It seems that people like Zhuo Shikun also have times when they are thin-skinned.

He couldn't stand the praise, his ruddy face was actually even redder, but the smile that was originally dancing with his eyebrows was just a little embarrassed at the moment.

His son.

Of course, he knew in his heart that Zhuo Yueming was practicing what kind of body protection and body skills.

It's really simple, it's called 'Protective Soft Armor,' and it's invulnerable.

In the end, it is a rich and noble family.

In the end, it was the prince's house, and the soft armor worn on Zhuo Yueming's body was actually like ordinary clothes, and it was impossible to see it at all, but Elder Lexu practiced a pair of Dao eyes, so he could naturally see it.

Martial arts competition.

There may be no restrictions on weapons.

But what is the matter if you are wearing a stomach, you are invulnerable, how can others fight you, how can you be fair and just.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters with others.

Elder Lexu can also be regarded as a more generous person who takes money to work, he roared and protected the body, and suddenly even Princess Xiusha and Zhang Yue had to hold it in their hearts if they wanted to have objections.

The immortals of the seclusion have all expressed their positions, do you mortals still want to argue?

Being powerful is good.

A person like Jing Meng, who has no money and no power, can only take a deep breath.

"Whew~~!"

Feeling unbearable in his heart, he couldn't stop stinging in his hand, so he shook off the blood on his left hand, staring at Zhuo Yueming with his eyes full of caution, thinking about how to deal with him.

He has basically figured out his own bottom, except for the hook that gets in the way, there is really nothing else to remarkable.

And that soft armor.....

This is the turtle shell.

Crack a turtle shell?

The four claws of the turtle can be put into the shell, although Zhuo Yueming is also the king of the turtle, but after all, he is still in the form of a human and cannot be put in.

"Hmph~!"

With a cold snort in his mouth, he snatched up the arrow, and saw Jing Meng kill Zhuo Yueming's golden hook and cut horizontally, Jing Meng suddenly leaned back, swept the ground with his long sword, and slashed at Zhuo Yueming's legs and feet.

But they didn't retreat on either leg.

"Hiss~!"

Blade Ming, Zhuo Yueming's family is really rich, his unique 'body protection divine skill' has been cultivated to the legs and feet, and the long sword can't be broken.

Jing Meng hated in his heart.

The blade brushed over, and he hurriedly withdrew, and the moment his body rolled away, Zhuo Yueming hit the ground with a hook, but at this moment he seemed to think that he had won, so he didn't catch up immediately, let Jing Meng crawl from the ground, and said with a sneer: "Hehe, do you know the gap between us?"

Jing Meng's face was gloomy.

The heart is getting heavier and heavier.

Nodding, he whispered, "Yes, the gap between us is too big." ”

"Haha~!"

Zhuo Yueming laughed loudly: "Jing Meng, you inferior pariah, also want to defeat me, as long as you still want to enter the Immortal Dao Mansion, aren't you delusional, you obviously have a chance to live, but you really want to come back to find death, then I can only fulfill you." ”

Proud?

No one in Zhuo Yue's eyes was so proud.

Arrogant.

Zhuo Yueming was so lawless and arrogant.

He said such words, don't you know that there are a pair of eyes watching at this moment, he doesn't know that his words have made many people in the audience feel resentful, Princess Xiusha in the stands has been stained with a layer of frost white, and she is a little annoyed.

However, Zhuo Shikun is powerful in the middle of the court, and he cannot be easily offended, not to mention that in front of so many ordinary people, the majesty of the royal family is even more important.

I can only endure it.

Zhuo Shikun has always been a good at observing words and feelings, and he instantly noticed a trace of strangeness in the face of Princess Yu Xiusha from the silent crowd, and hurriedly roared in a deep voice: "Yueming, hurry up and end the battle~!"

Smell.

Zhuo Yueming was a little startled, and instantly understood, it turned out that there were so many viewers watching, but it was also very difficult to change the color of his face.

"Hey~!"

He sneered, and lifted the hook to Jing Meng.

Jing Meng was indeed hiding the sword and behind his back, and he avoided it with a flash under his feet.

Zhuo Yueming immediately shook his head and said sarcastically: "Do you want to be a mouse again?"

"Heh~!"

Jing Meng returned the color, with a touch of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, and a mockery at the corner of his eyes, as if he had not seen Zhuo Yueming with his eyes.

Being ridiculed by the untouchables in my heart, how can I endure it.

The golden hook split from top to bottom, just trying to open Jing Meng into two petals, Jing Meng's long sword was still hidden behind, and his body flashed, not retreating, nor flashing left or right, it was indeed like a ghost coming to Zhuo Yueming's side.

"Hey~!"

How bright a smile it is.

The smile is wonderful.

Zhuo Yueming, who was laughing, was stunned.

Those eyes looked at Jing Meng's face, it was the boss's question, so he almost asked directly: "What are you smiling at, your sword can't kill me." ’

"Bang~!"

Zhuo Yueming was about to speak, but he was suddenly hit hard in the waist, Jing Meng slammed it with a punch, Zhuo Yueming snorted in his mouth, and staggered to the side.

Sneering turned into scolding: "What are you doing?"

"Haha~~!"

Jing Meng smiled and said nothing, but the audience didn't have such a culture, laughed out loud, and mocked to the fullest: "Are you stupid?"

"You don't even see that, do you?"

"Are you stupid, hit you. ”

"It's beating you. ”

Looking at those spittles flying and listening to those foul words, Zhuo Yueming suddenly became enlightened, and said viciously: "Is this kind of boredom useful?"

"Huh~?"

Jing Meng smiled and returned with a questioning expression, his gaze swept over Zhuo Yueming's angry face and fell on the place where he had just hit his waist, and asked with a smile, "Does it hurt?"

Suddenly, the corner of Zhuo Yueming's eyes twitched.

Suddenly, the corners of Zhuo Yueming's mouth twitched.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yueming's lips trembled slightly, and when Jing Meng reminded him like this, he felt a tingling pain in his waist, the pain existed, it has always existed.

The soft armor on Zhuo Yueming's body can defend against sword damage, but this is soft armor, not treasure armor, and the force can still penetrate it, although the pain has been weakened, it still hurts.

Zhuo Yueming hissed and panted with resentment in his mouth.

Glaring.

There was a loud roar in his mouth, and he said, "Boy, bring the head," and with a backhand hook, seeing Jing Meng's side flash, the hook blade turned and pulled over.

"Whew~!"

But Jing Meng slipped away so fast.

As soon as his head shrank, he rolled behind Zhuo Yueming, and slapped his palms more than once, Zhuo Yueming stumbled and almost fell to the ground, and Jing Meng followed with a sword spine on his back.

Poof, dog eating, lean to the ground

Use your palms instead of your fists.

My fist hit the soft armor, and it hurt too.

But the soft strength of the palm is different, and if you hurt him, you can feel better, as for the sword..... I can't beat you to death.

"Ah~!"

Suddenly, Zhuo Yueming shouted in his mouth, his body flipped over, and the golden hook blade cut horizontally towards Jing Meng's throat, he was obviously panicked, the blade was more than three feet away from Jing Meng's body, and he didn't even touch a cold hair.

The corners of Jing Meng's mouth suddenly floated with a playful sneer, and with a move of the long sword, Zhuo Yueming's golden hook was opened, and his body moved, and his kick was split.

"Bang~!"

A chaotic sound helped Zhuo Yueming to better stick to the ground.

Zhuo Yueming was disgraced, and with a wave of the golden hook on his backhand, Jing Meng had indeed dodged and jumped away, and he didn't even touch the cold hair.

"Ahem, cough, ahem~~!"

Zhuo Yueming may have eaten the ashes, and when he staggered up, he couldn't stop coughing, and there was already a trace of chaos in his eyes, and his heart had begun to panic.

Zhuo Shikun's face in the stands turned white.

Father and son are connected, they have already foreseen something.

Jing Meng's eyes fell coldly on Zhuo Yueming's body, and he smiled in his heart: "The turtle shell just has to be knocked, and when you run out of strength, that's when I crush you." ”

At this moment, Zhuo Yueming's mouth was sneering and puffing, and the pull was like a broken bellows.

His forehead was already covered with sweat.

Several strong attacks were fruitless, and his physical strength was greatly consumed.

Undoubtedly, the physical strength of his aristocratic son brother could not be compared with the people in the army who were often chased and beaten by his father in Jing Meng, Zhuo Yueming swallowed his saliva and hissed: "Do you dare to fight head-on?"

"Ha~!"

Jing Meng laughed strangely in his mouth, and the sword came to him, and with a wave of a cross-cut, he said, "Why don't you dare." ”

Zhuo Yueming was suddenly overjoyed, and stood directly without hiding, relying on the soft armor on his body and the golden hook to make a cold, he wanted to pick Jing Meng's head.

"Hehe~~!"

But Jing Meng's mouth did smile, his feet flashed, avoiding Zhuo Yueming's hook, and then the sword spine 'snapped' on his body, and said with a smile: "Child, what about you." ”

Gone empty again.

Zhuo Yue was in chaos, and his Lao Tzu in the stands was even more panicked, and he couldn't care about any rules and decency at one time, and shouted loudly: "Calm down first, seek stability, don't seek speed, and wait for him to attack." ”

Zhuo Yueming heard it.

He was ready to do it, but Jing Meng was going to leave now.

The long sword was sharpened from top to bottom, Zhuo Yueming, who was in the shadow of the cup, didn't dare to let it go, the golden hook was defended, but when parrying, Jing Meng's sword turned and swung it out, and Jing Meng's body instantly came up, and he was slapped to his chest with a knee.

"Bang~!"

Sticking to the ground after the release.

Zhuo Yueming hummed and chirped in his mouth, and it was really difficult to get up close to the ground.

Jing Meng dragged the long sword and walked towards him step by step, this guy wants to kill himself, so it is only natural for him to kill him, not to mention that the sword has no eyes.

But......

The beard is fluttering.

Big Bird ascends to the skies.

"Thief, Ann dares to hurt my son. ”