She has no enmity with Nangong Yanwu, why would she target herself like this?!
The strong anger made Ye Lan murderous.
But when she noticed Mu Qianjiu's cold gaze, it was like a basin of cold water pouring on her head, causing her to wake up suddenly.
She almost forgot.
Nangong Yanwu is not the real owner. If she really kills Nangong Yanwu, she may not be able to leave alive!
Nangong Yanwu glanced at her dislocated arm, inserted the spirit gun into the ground with her backhand, and grabbed her upper arm with one small hand.
"Crack!"
"You are indeed very strong, but it's a pity that this is not your own strength!" Nangong Yanwu moved her arms a few times, then grabbed the spirit gun again, "We will do it again! You won't be hit again this time!"
Before Ye Lan could speak, Nangong Yanwu had already rushed forward again.
"I bet that girl can win!" Huduanzi said, spitting out another bead...
Mu Qianjiu grabbed the tiger dumpling, held it by its hind legs, and shook it head-down, "Did you hide all the treasures in your belly? Why are you still there? If there is anything else interesting, take it out and show it to me.
look!"
"Stop shaking, I'm going to vomit!" Tiger Tuanzi kicked his four tiger claws wildly.
It is a holy beast!
Don’t holy beasts have no face?
This damn woman is so abominable!!
Erha watched the excitement from the side, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, obviously feeling a little gloating.
After shaking for a while, Mu Qianjiu put her fingers into Hu Dumpling's mouth and picked it twice, "Where are you hiding?!"
"Ugh!" Huduanzi felt despair.
Why should he tell this woman about the small treasury he has accumulated through his own abilities?!
"Where's my knife?" Mu Qianjiu stared at Huduanzi's furry belly, her eyes shining.
A woman’s sixth sense tells her that there must be a lot of good things in this guy’s belly!
Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!!
Hutuanzi trembled and almost peeed out of fear.
This woman isn’t going to give it a caesarean section, is she?
"Sister Jiu'er, I have a knife here!" Qingyuan raised his hand and tore apart the space, and a bunch of various spiritual weapons fell.
Mu Qianjiu looked at the small mountain of spiritual weapons, threw the tiger dumpling far away, and then asked excitedly, "Xiao Yuanyuan, why do you have so many spiritual weapons?!"
If it was just a spiritual weapon, Mu Qianjiu would really look down on it.
But the worst of these spiritual weapons are all high-grade spiritual weapons. There are more than a dozen of the best spiritual weapons alone...
"It was left behind by the humans who broke into the secret realm back then." Qingyuan casually picked up one to play with, "I thought it looked pretty good, so I kept it."
Mu Qianjiu asked eagerly, "So, you want to give these to me?"
Qingyuan nodded, "It's useless for me to keep these. If Sister Jiuer likes it..."
"Thank you!" Mu Qianjiu hurriedly went up and picked through it, "Xuan Mo, come here, come here!"
"Master?" Leng Xuanmo stepped forward.
"Master, I remember that you like to use daggers, right? Take this!" Mu Qianjiu stuffed it into Leng Xuanmo's arms, and then selected a pair of spirit armor, "This one is fine too, keep it for self-defense, and this one,
this..."
Leng Xuanmo stood there stupidly, with four or five spiritual treasures already hung on his body.
"Teacher, Master..."
"Oh, my master gave it to you, just keep it, don't be embarrassed!" Mu Qianjiu thought for a while, then took out a long black stick, "Hei boy, you can play with this!"
Ah Ni was startled, "This...is for me?"
"Yeah, let's play with it!" Mu Qianjiu waved her little hand generously, "Don't get beaten so badly next time!"
The corner of Ah Ni's mouth twitched.
This woman really doesn’t want to drink anything!
but...
Ah Ni looked at the black stick in his hand, and his eyes softened a little unconsciously. Even though he knew that the possibility was unlikely, he would not give up until the last moment!
Huangfu Zhaoyan glanced at Ah Ni with envy, but was too shy to ask for it.
What's more, he doesn't lack spiritual treasures, but giving them to him and asking for them are two completely different things...
"You..." Mu Qianjiu glanced at Huangfu Zhaoyan, "I know you don't need it, so forget it!"
Huangfu Zhaoyan, "..."
He really doesn't need it, but he wants it!
"Well, it's a pity that I don't have a spirit gun, otherwise I could give it to that girl Yan Wu." Mu Qianjiu sighed and put away all the remaining spirit treasures.
"Sister Jiu'er..."
"Don't worry, my sister will take care of your meals from now on!" Mu Qianjiu patted her chest generously and said confidently.
Qingyuan nodded, "Okay!"
At this time, the battle above the void has reached fever pitch.
Nangong Yanwu's body was even more scarred. Although there were no fatal injuries, there was still a lot of blood!
Especially the thighs were stained red with blood.
A silver fork was still stuck in her thigh!
"Why?" Ye Lan's hair was disheveled, and there was a slight blood mark on his neck, which was left by Nangong Yanwu's spirit spear.
Although her exquisite feather fairy skirt is a defensive fairy, it is not a complete defensive fairy. It can only protect the limbs and torso!
Her neck and head are her biggest weaknesses!
If she hadn't reacted quickly enough just now, she might have been penetrated by the spirit spear through her throat!
"What did you say?" Nangong Yanwu pulled off the silver fork on her leg and couldn't help but frown.
Ye Lan raised her head and stared at her with her bloodshot eyes, "You and I have no grievances, why can't you let me go! Why!!"
"Why do I need so many reasons to fight with you?" Nangong Yanwu wiped off the blood on her face, "You said that I am not your opponent, so now it should be my turn to say this to you, right?
"
"Are you really going to fight to the death?!" Ye Lan was really scared.
She is the genius of Taichu Academy, and she is also the leading disciple of Taichu Academy. If she loses this battle, not only will she lose her face, but her Taoist heart will also be damaged!
Even though he clearly possesses an immortal weapon, why is he still no match for Nangong Yanwu?
"The net will be broken if the fish dies?" Nangong Yanwu slowly exhaled a breath, "Don't worry, the net won't be broken even if the fish dies!"
Before Ye Lan could speak, Nangong Yanwu's spirit spear pointed directly at Ye Lan's eyebrows.
This time the two only fought for dozens of rounds, and the only silver fork left in Ye Lan's hand was released again!
"Bang!"
The spirit gun hit Ye Lan hard on the chest, knocking her to the ground.
Ye Lan's blood boiled and she vomited blood. The exquisite feather fairy dress on her body became much darker, but it still protected her heart and prevented her from becoming a useless person!
When Ye Lan tried to get up again, the spirit gun in Nangong Yanwu's hand was already pressed against her throat.
"You lost!" Nangong Yanwu said indifferently, "From today on, your ranking on the list of geniuses belongs to me!"
Ye Lan raised her head, with a look of resentment in her eyes.
"If you want revenge, you can come to me at any time, but now..." Nangong Yanwu raised her hand, knocked Ye Lan unconscious to the ground, and then forcefully took off the exquisite feather fairy skirt.
"Master, I have not embarrassed you..." Nangong Yanwu returned to Mu Qianjiu, staggered and almost fell to the ground.