"Let's do this. I'll bet you an arm. If I catch three of your moves, you'll lose one of your arms."
"Then what if you can't catch it? Can I break off one of your arms, young master?"
Ye Qingran crossed his arms across his chest and smiled lazily: "That's natural!"
Zhou Meng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was filled with endless surprise. At the same time, he secretly scolded Ye Qingran for being so stupid for daring to play such a big game!
This arm of Ye Qingran's, Zhou Meng is going to decide!
The crowd dispersed around, leaving a spacious space for the two of them to compete.
The two were facing each other with a distance of several feet.
One is tall and mighty, with a strong momentum, like a grizzly bear; the other is slender, with a plain momentum, like a weak rabbit.
There seems to be no comparison between these two people based on their appearance alone.
Even if Zhou Meng didn't use mystical power and only used physical force to fight, Ye Qingran, a waste without spiritual roots, would have absolutely no power to resist, right?
Just when the battle was about to break out, there was movement outside the Dingyuan Hou Mansion. Three figures, surrounded by several guards, strode towards the martial arts field.
Everyone followed the sound and found that the three of them were His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince and the Thirteenth Princess Dongfang Ling'er.
Ye Huanhuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran toward Dongfang Qingxuan like a colorful butterfly, "Brother Qingxuan."
Dongfang Qingxuan softened when he saw Ye Huanhuan's cold face, "Well, you are here too."
"I was worried that my sister would think too much, so I came over and tried to convince the soldiers of the old Dingyuan Army. Why do the new commanders of the Dingyuan Army belong to my sister? How can I be qualified? Brother Qingxuan, don't you think so?"
Dongfang Qingxuan shook his head helplessly, "You are just too kind!"
Ye Huanhuan smiled innocently at Dongfang Qingxuan, "You always say that I am too kind, isn't that what it should be? She is my sister after all!"
Dongfang Renren rolled her eyes and sneered at Ye Huanhuan's words. Ever since she was kicked out of Yaowang Pavilion that day, she had seen Ye Huanhuan's true face clearly.
Dongfang Xuan snorted coldly: "Sister-in-law, you are so kind to Ye Qingran, but some people are not grateful at all, and they are always against you! You really don't know what is good or bad, and you repay kindness with hatred!"
Dongfang Qingxuan's eyes fell on Ye Qingran, his eyes darkened, and asked: "What are they going to do?"
Ye Huanhuan's eyes flashed and she said ambiguously: "Sister is going to compete with Commander Zhou. If she can catch three moves from Commander Zhou, she can become the new commander of the Dingyuan Army."
Sure enough, after hearing this, Dongfang Ling'er couldn't help but sneered: "How shameless! You are just a waste, and you still want to become the new commander of the Dingyuan Army. Where did Ye Qingran get the courage?"
"What? This loser still wants to fight with Commander Zhou, he really overestimates his capabilities!" After hearing Ye Huanhuan's words, Dongfang Xuan couldn't help shouting at the top of his voice.
"Seventh Prince, I, this good-for-nothing, once defeated you, have you forgotten? If I am a good-for-nothing, then who are you? Aren't you worse than a good-for-nothing?"
The wind blew up, lifting the hem of Ye Qingran's skirt. She stood lazily, with clear eyes, looking at Dongfang Xuan with eyes full of teasing.
"You!" Dongfang Xuan's face darkened, his eyes burning with fire.
Dongfang Qingxuan looked at Ye Qingran and thought of what Ye Huanhuan said just now. Does Ye Qingran also want to become the new commander of the Dingyuan Army? Also, how glorious the Dingyuan Army was? If he can be recognized by the old Dingyuan Army, he will become the new commander of the Dingyuan Army.
The new commander of Yuanjun must be an affirmation and an honor.
However, how could Ye Qingran, a mere loser, take over three moves from Zhou Meng?
Ye Qingran, Ye Qingran, it turns out that you are also a vain person! Forget about your vanity, what disappoints me even more is that you have no self-awareness!
Thinking of Dongfang Qingxuan, a flash of contempt flashed in his eyes.
Zhou Meng and Li Qing led Dingyuan's old tribe to meet several princes and princesses, and they stood together to watch the competition between Ye Qingran and Zhou Meng.
"Young Master, then I will take action!"
Zhou Meng roared arrogantly and pinched his knuckles, making a crackling sound.
Except for Ye Li, almost no one present believed that Ye Qingran could defeat Zhou Meng in three moves.
Zhou Meng's strength is well-known in Dingyuan's old department. Regardless of his cultivation level, his brute force alone is enough for Ye Qingran to drink a pot!
"Commander Zhou, my sister's strength is far inferior to yours, please remember to be merciful!" Ye Huanhuan acted coyly, but it attracted a good impression.
"Second Miss Ye, I can't guarantee this!" Zhou Meng sneered and charged at Ye Qingran, with fighting spirit all over his body, like a blade, with the determination to chop Ye Qingran into pieces.
The wind of the fist hit, and a sneer appeared on Zhou Meng's face.
Ye Qingran, go to hell!
That fist was almost as big as Ye Qingran's face, extremely fast, and full of explosive power.
No one would doubt that if this punch hit Ye Qingran, she would definitely break bones and vomit blood!
The fist was getting closer inch by inch, but Ye Qingran stood up straight, with a calm expression on her face, making people wonder if she was scared out of her wits.
Li Qing's face was tense. He had seen countless bloody scenes and simply closed his eyes, not daring to see what would happen next.
Dongfang Xuan and Dongfang Ling'er had gloating smiles on their faces.
The corners of Ye Huanhuan's lips curled up, and a hint of evil flashed across his eyes. Ye Qingran, go to hell! It's best to be punched to death by Zhou Meng!
The soldiers in Dingyuan mourned for Ye Qingran one after another. After this punch, Ye Qingran, a picturesque beauty, might have to lie in bed for several months!
However, something unexpected happened.
When Zhou Meng punched down, Ye Qingran's figure actually disappeared from the spot!
Zhou Meng's pupils shrank and he was extremely shocked. He quickly retracted his strength and looked around.
"Too slow!"
A cold voice appeared behind Zhou Meng, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, and Zhou Meng suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Except for Zhou Meng, everyone around him was also extremely shocked. As bystanders, they didn't even see clearly how Ye Qingran did it.
She clearly didn't reveal the slightest hint of mystical energy!
Yeli was startled by this at first, then shook his head and chuckled, his eyes filled with endearment. His A Ran could always give him many surprises.
Li Qing didn't hear the screams and raised his head in surprise, only to find that Ye Qingran appeared behind Zhou Meng more than once!
How did she do it?
Li Qing knew Zhou Meng very well. The two often competed with each other. He knew clearly how strong Zhou Meng's physical ability was. Whether it was speed or strength, it was not something ordinary people could match.