Fantasy: Start with a stick

Wu Aoran is the sister of the savior Wu Yanran. At this moment, she was injured by Murong Fei's knife and fell unconscious. Ding Xiaoer knew that it was hard to blame him, so he asked Chen Feiyang to take Wu Aoran back to the cave for treatment.。

“Damn it, your Taoist heart is damaged and you still come out to dance? "

Ding Xiaoer was a little angry and mocked Wanyan Junnan, the instigator.

Seeing Ding Xiaoer rub salt on his wounds, Wanyan Junnan looked furious and shouted: "Listen, thank you, because of you, Warmth the seasons. "

Then, without saying a word, he came to Murong Feidao and spoke in his ear.

His little brother at the Foundation Establishment Realm couldn't beat the brat at the Qi Training Realm. He must have relied on elixirs to forcibly improve his strength. He's really old. The locust tree is withered —— Strong on the outside but dry on the inside.

It had been known before that Wanyan Junnan's Taoist heart was damaged, and Murong Feidao was a little angry about this.

Murong Feidao immediately turned to look at Ding Xiaoer。

“Little brother Wanyan has fallen into the hands of you over and over again. If I, the eldest brother, don’t come out, are you going to sit on his neck and shit? "

Murong Feidao said aggressively.。

“It doesn't matter if a puppy jumps out and barks, but it doesn't make sense if a big dog like you jumps out and barks too. "

Ding Xiaoer did not change his usual sharp-tongued nature, and tried his best to mock Murong Feidao.

Seeing this, everyone around him burst out laughing. One of the disciples even suffered internal injuries from laughing, and was hurriedly helped out of the competition arena to heal his injuries by the people next to him. Got it。

“retreat! retreat! retreat! retreat! "

Murong Feidao stamped his feet again and again, while making fencing movements with his hands, and chanting incantations loudly.

Ding Xiaoer was startled by Murong Feidao's formation, and froze on the spot.

Wanyan Junnan saw him Some monks were confused by Brother Murong's posture.

When did Brother Murong learn this strange move? Why haven't I seen him perform it before? It must be a secret skill that he learned in seclusion not long ago! Yes, it must be right. Afterwards I have to find an opportunity for him to teach me.

At this moment, Wanyan Junnan fell into an extremely wonderful fantasy and couldn't extricate himself。

“Ding Xiaoer, there must be an explanation for the damage to my little brother’s Taoist heart. "

Murong Feidao put away his fencing movements and said in a tense tone.。

“Fifth Aoran has been hurt like this by you, how do you want to solve it? "Ding Xiaoer asked rhetorically。

“You brat, go into hiding and practice in seclusion. I can’t find you, so I can only vent my anger to Wu Aorang outside. What's more, she has big breasts and no brains, so she insists on agreeing to compete with me in the martial arts arena. Now that you are injured, can you blame me? "

Murong Feidao said with an unreasonable look.

Ding Xiaoer was well aware of Murong Feidao's little intentions. He just wanted to use all his strength to lure him out and then deal with himself. .Ding

Xiaoer snorted coldly and looked at Murong Feidao with disdain.。

“I won’t talk nonsense with you, let’s have a fair competition. If I win, please don't get involved in the matter between Wanyan's younger brother and Fifth Aoran. And don't get involved in the grudge between him and Chen Feiyang. "

Murong Feidao said domineeringly.。

“Okay, but what if you lose? "Ding Xiaoer asked rhetorically。

“Do I lose? Will I lose? "Murong Feidao was stunned for a moment, then with a wild smile on his face, he turned around and asked Wanyan Junnan。

“I, Wanyan Junnan, know best what Brother Murong is capable of. I think back then, Brother Murong's heroic feat of killing the big bear and the second bear with warm wine is still deeply imprinted in my mind. Have you all forgotten it? "

Wanyan Junnan faced everyone and licked Murong Fei's knife wildly without any shame.。

“Yeah! That feat really shocked the past and the present!”

“Really awesome!”

“cut...”

......

There was a burst of discussion around the competition ground.

Ding Xiaoer couldn't help but smile when he saw Murong Feidao being so confident.。

“Okay, I'll do as you say. But if I win by chance, give me 20,000 merit points. "Ding Xiaoer said.

Ding Xiaoer has always adhered to the truth that "everything in the world is for profit, and everything in the world is for profit."

Murong Feidao couldn't help but twitching when he heard the conditions offered by Ding Xiaoer. .

Fortunately, his grandfather is Murong Yunhai, the elder of the alchemy pavilion of the outer sect of the sect, and his wealth is quite solid. Thinking of

this, Murong Feidao nodded and agreed to the conditions offered by Ding Xiaoer. There were

flowers floating in the air in the competition field. A white cloud.

Some of these white clouds are connected together, like silver waves rolling in the ocean; some are overlapping in layers, like mountains with mountains; sometimes on a large silver-gray cloud, another one is floating. Clouds of different sizes and shapes are like blooming sea stone flowers on the island's rocks. In the

center of the competition ground,

Ding Xiaoer and Murong Feidao stand on both sides.

Two graceful female disciples of the competition pavilion are wearing sky blue dresses. Holding a sign with the words "Ding Xiaoer VS Murong Feidao", he walked slowly with a smile on his face. After circling the competition field for a week, he came behind the referee. This

scene shocked all the disciples around the competition field. Yelling again and again, nosebleeds gushing out non-stop。

“The arena competition begins! "

The referee of the competition field was very angry and announced directly.

The trip to Yandang Mountain is imminent, and the battle must be decided quickly. After the white screen, he will leave the sect immediately, Ding Xiaoer thought. Murong

Feidao saw that Ding Xiaoer was a little absent-minded, and took a lunge Rushing forward, two flying knives shot out from his sleeves.

Ding Xiaoer regained his composure, and used Huang Jie's low-level movement technique Qiankun Shift. He easily dodged the attack of Murong's flying knives.。

“It's a bit interesting, but the movement skills of the low-ranking Huang class are a bit unsatisfactory. "Murong Feidao said with a mocking

expression. As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Feidao's footsteps suddenly accelerated, his body was as light as a swallow, and his whole body seemed to be walking on the waves on a clear lake.。

“Lingbo Weibu!”

“A mid-grade Huang class body technique!”

“Murong Feidao, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!”

......

Everyone around the competition arena exclaimed.

In the middle of the competition arena, the two began to compete in physical skills.

I saw Murong's flying knives surrounding the arena, performing Lingbo Weistep, and the flying knives in his sleeves kept flying out one after another.

Ding Xiaoer's Dantian spiritual energy surged, and Xiaocheng's Qiankun Shifting Technique was used at full strength, constantly shuttling between the flying knives.。

“Huang-level low-level body skills VS Yellow-level middle-level body skills!”

“What an eye-opener!”

“I wonder how long Ding Xiaoer’s spiritual energy can last?”

......

In a few breaths, Murong Feidao launched dozens of flying knives, but Ding Xiaoer dodged them all!

The physical competition in the martial arts arena continues.

Everyone around them opened their eyes wide and stared at the two people on the ring, for fear of missing the best part.

After seeing that Murong Feidao was still using Lingbo Weibu non-stop, and the flying knives in his hands kept flying out one after another without any intention of stopping, Ding Xiaoer decided to change this passive situation.