In this room, Dongfang Xuan and Ye Qingran stood facing each other, separated by a few feet of distance.
"Can I use weapons?"
Dongfang Xuan disapproved: "It's up to you! You can use whatever you want, otherwise others will say I'm bullying." It's just useless to give her a magic weapon.
"I see that you are very confident. How about this? If you can resist my three sticks, you will win? How about that?"
Dongfang Xuan laughed loudly. Those three sticks were worthless. Isn’t that no different from tickling?
Han Xing and Leng Yue looked at each other and smiled, seeing compassion in each other's eyes.
Her young lady is going to start brutally torturing the idiot again.
The belatedly arrived Mo Xiaohu looked at the thick wall of people in front of him and frowned.
"Excuse me, what happened before?"
For the first time in the world, Mo Xiaohu realized the disadvantage of being short.
Someone turned around and said, "Ye Qingran wants to challenge His Highness the Seventh Prince and the second young lady of the Mu family. Do you think she is looking for abuse?"
Ye Qingran?
Isn’t that the beautiful sister?
Mo Xiaohu's eyes lit up, and then he glared at the person: "No, there must be someone who doesn't have eyesight, and insists on touching the beautiful sister's hand when her skin is itchy!"
Beautiful sister is so powerful that she won’t be abused!
The man was stared at in confusion, thinking that Ye Qingran actually had a little fanboy? What a miracle.
Soon, Mo Xiaohu took advantage of his short stature and smoothly passed through the thick wall of people.
He immediately saw the beautiful figure in the open space.
A pair of eyes glowed with a look of confusion, and she shouted in a sweet voice: "Beautiful sister, come on, the little fox takes good care of you!"
Nai Meng’s voice echoes through the sky.
Ye Qingran heard the sound and turned his face sideways. His originally not very good mood instantly became much happier.
"I'll look for you after my sister has finished beating Zhazha."
Everyone: "..."
Who is torturing whom?
Ye Qingran, are you afraid you are suffering from paranoia or paranoia?
"Aran, don't be ridiculous!"
Ye Li persuaded again, but what he received in exchange was a cold look from Ye Qingran.
He was angry and worried, and his heart became cruel, thinking that since Ye Qingran was so stubborn and hit a wall this time, he would have a long memory in the future, so he would no longer persuade him.
Ye Qingran took out a stick.
Unremarkable.
It's very much like a fire stick.
"Introduction, this is my dog beating stick."
Waving the stick in his hand, Ye Qingran introduced casually.
"Pfft~"
The little devil fox burst into laughter.
The beautiful sister is so funny.
"Sister Beauty, are you ready to beat the dog?"
"The dog-beating stick is naturally used to beat dogs!"
"Hehe, little fox wants to see the beautiful sister beat the dog!"
Everyone: "..."
Dongfang Xuan's eyebrows darkened, and anger appeared in his eyes.
Damn it, Ye Qingran actually called him a dog!
"Ye Qingran, hurry up and take action. I don't have this time to waste with you."
Ye Qingran let out a light 'tsk', is there anyone who can catch up?
Ye Qingran danced the long stick in his hand gracefully, so much so that Dongfang Xuan began to take it seriously.
When a stick struck, Dongfang Xuan stretched out his hand to block it, but the seemingly sharp blow did not hurt or itch.
"Ye Qingran, haven't you eaten?"
Dongfang Xuan sneered.
"Congratulations, you guessed it right!"
Ye Qingran struck again with his second stick. This time Dongfang Xuan did not dodge, and when the stick hit him, Dongfang Xuan didn't even frown.
"Pfft~ Is Ye Qingran playing for fun?"
"With this little ability, you still want to challenge His Highness the Seventh Prince?"
"I played too big this time, I deserve it!"
…
Many looks were contemptuous and sarcastic.
Waste is waste, without any self-awareness.
Who is His Highness the Seventh Prince? Among the many descendants of the royal family, the most gifted genius has now reached the level of King Xuan.
"Ye Qingran, there is one last stick, use all your strength to suck the milk."
Dongfang Xuan has a winning chance.
Mu Qingrou had such a situation under her control. Her face was full of contempt. She was just a piece of trash, and she had no qualifications to take action.
Ye Qingran's eyes flashed with cunning: "You said it, when the pain comes, don't cry for father and mother."
"I think you're the one crying for father and mother! Don't lie when you lose! Otherwise, I won't be able to spare you!"
"Same words, give it to His Highness the Seventh Prince. Otherwise I will let the entire Xiliang City know that His Highness the Seventh Prince is a coward who breaks his promise and gets rich!"
Ye Qingran was holding the 'dog beating stick'. No one saw it, and a dark energy flowed on the stick.
She still made similar movements as before, and looked very flashy. Everyone knew that Ye Qingran's stick had no power.
Dongfang Xuan stood calmly, his eyebrows calm, waiting for Ye Qingran's third stick.
The originally relaxed atmosphere seemed to be like mountains falling from the sky as Ye Qingran struck with his stick. Everyone present felt a heavy aura.
The strong wind overflows, and the wind is as fast as a knife.
One stick fell down, and Mount Tai pressed down on the top.
Dongfang Xuan's expression suddenly changed, and the indifference on his face instantly turned into seriousness.
He almost didn't think about it and gathered all his strength to block it.
But the force of that stick was so devastating that it knocked Dongfang Xuan to the ground, and the crisp sound of cracking bones could be heard.
"Pfft~"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Dongfang Xuan fell to his knees!
He seemed to be stupid, his face was confused.
The huge crowd fell into silence for a moment.
quiet.
Eerie silence.
Ye Sisi's pupils shrank and she couldn't believe what she saw.
How could Ye Qingran be so strong? Did she take another pill?
"Yeah, the beautiful sister is so good at beating dogs!"
An innocent child's voice brought everyone back to their senses.
Everyone opened their mouths as if they had seen a ghost.
His Royal Highness, the Seventh Prince, the proud son of heaven, was beaten to the ground by the good-for-nothing Ye Qingran with a stick?!
Could it be that they are dazzled?
"It's your turn." Ye Qingran turned his eyes to Mu Qingrou, and his voice was cold, as if he came from Jiuyou.
Mu Qingrou was frightened.
"How is that possible?!" she muttered.
But then she thought about it, Ye Qingran was just a loser without spiritual roots. She had never heard of anyone who could still cultivate after their spiritual roots were dug out!
It must have been a fluke for her just now.
"Ye Qingran, Your Highness, the Seventh Prince, will never underestimate the enemy!" As she finished speaking, a long black whip was thrown to the ground by her, making a crackling sound.
"You can just come over here!"
Mu Qingrou gave a clear drink, and her aura was released, showing all the aura that belonged to King Xuan.
The long whip was flexibly thrown out, and it hooked the long stick in Ye Qingran's hand. With a pull, Ye Qingran was easily pulled away. Mu Qingrou's eyes sharpened, and the long whip was swung again, and Ye Qingran fell to the ground.
"How dare you show off your skills in front of this young lady even though you are a very small person?!"
Seeing that Ye Qingran's stick was deflected by Mu Qingrou, everyone couldn't help but start to wonder, was it really a fluke that Ye Qingran knocked down His Highness the Seventh Prince with a stick just now?
Ye Qingran played with Mu Qingrou for a while and felt bored.
The dignified young lady of the Mu family has only this little strength, which is boring.
"Try this stick, specially made for beating bitches!"
After saying these words, the long stick in Ye Qingran's hand danced again, turning into thousands of stick shadows. In the next moment, her figure flashed and appeared beside Mu Qingrou. The long stick hit Mu Qingrouao at a tricky angle.
Human…on the twin peaks.
"Ah~" Hysterical wailing echoed through the sky.
Mu Qingrou knelt on the ground clutching her chest, her expression ferocious and twisted due to pain.
The female compatriots present subconsciously covered their soft parts, feeling a dull pain there.
The male compatriots were stunned.
This feeling is the same as being kicked in the balls.
This is too cruel!
Ye Qingran was holding a wooden stick and standing upright in the center of the crowd.
Her aura at this moment was a bit more fierce than the cold one just now.
Everyone vaguely saw a bit of the female war goddess, just like her mother back then.
In front of her, the two people who were as proud as peacocks before were now as embarrassed as dogs in water.
"You lost!"
Ye Qingran's clear voice resounded in everyone's ears.
Everyone was shocked.
Just now, His Highness the Seventh Prince and Mu Qingrou were so arrogant that they threatened that Ye Qingran was a waste of cultivation and was not qualified to enter the Wuji Palace!
Ye Qingran defeated two geniuses with one person and proved himself with his strength!
If Ye Qingran is a waste, then the two of them are worse than waste?
Under everyone's shocked gazes, Ye Qingran took two steps forward, kicked Dongfang Xuan, and then used a stick to lift Mu Qingrou's chin.
"How does it feel to be beaten to death by the trash you keep insulting?"
Dongfang Xuan and Mu Qingrou were hurt and angry.
"What? You don't want to give in? If you don't want to give in, keep going, I'll be with you at any time."
Mu Qingrou's eyes looked like they were quenched with poison. If she could, she could not wait to cut Ye Qingran into pieces!
But now she seemed to be falling apart and couldn't muster any strength.
"You're angry, aren't you? I just like the way you can't stand me and how embarrassed I am."
"Ye Qingran, you are cheating!" Mu Qingrou gritted her teeth.
"Oh?" Ye Qingran weighed the stick in his hand, "You want to say that I used this 'artifact'? Didn't I just ask? You agreed."
Ye Qingran smiled and said, "Why, you can't afford to lose, right?"
"Sister, you have to be merciful and merciful. Even if you are lucky enough to win, you shouldn't bully Miss Mu and His Highness the Seventh Prince like this, right?"
Ye Sisi was dissatisfied.
Ye Qingran raised his eyelids casually, weighed the stick in his hand, and said with a smile: "You want a stick too?"
Ye Sisi swallowed her saliva and immediately fell silent.
"Okay, I'm willing to admit defeat. Kneel down and apologize to me. Oh, don't forget to say that."
"Ye Qingran, how dare you! I am the royal prince!" Dongfang Xuan gritted his teeth.
Ye Qingran sneered and said, "Oh? The prince can break his promise and get fat? If the seventh prince really doesn't want to fulfill the bet, that's fine. At worst, I will go to Xiliang City tomorrow to promote it, saying that His Highness the seventh prince broke his promise and got fat, and he is a dishonest person.
You are a coward without courage!"
"You..." Dongfang Xuan was angry.
Mu Qingrou endured the severe pain, and when she saw Ye Qingran's back turned to her, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly took out a soft whip with barbs from her arms and swung it towards Ye Qingran's face.
The dark whip body glowed coldly in the sunlight.
If he wins, half of the flesh on Ye Qingran’s face will definitely fall off!
"Be careful!" Several exclamations sounded around.