I'm Really A Newcomer

Zhuying looked at Lu Fang in surprise.

The entire martial arts arena was empty, except for the harmless-looking girl.

According to the sensors, there are a huge number of humans hiding under this place. Did the scientist have no time to escape? Otherwise, why would he stay there obediently and wait to die?

He is just an ordinary person, but he has no breath at all.

Zhuying frowned, and the air-piercing roars kept coming from the open-air martial arts arena.

The sky reflected the monstrous firelight, and half of Aoki's mask dimmed.

Zhu Ying raised her bony and slender hand, the texture of fireworks on her waist suddenly danced, and the orange fire gradually spread over her shoulders.

The three thousand red threads flowing on the woman's wrist flew towards Lu Fang, and the number was astonishing as Manjushahua leaves.

Just when the red thread was about to pierce Lu Fang's throat, the girl swallowed nervously.

Lu Fang was really nervous.

Even as the administrator here, she has never had all the authority over Jiyue Martial Arts Arena like she does today.

Lu Fang flicked the screen, and countless particles suddenly exploded in the sky above the entire martial arts arena.

The particles trailed long flame tails and circled around Lu Fang at high speed. Seeing this, Zhu Ying alertly retracted the red thread that had been knocked away. She raised her right hand high, and the silk threads in the sky turned into a red spear after being tightly entangled.

The flames climbed up to the peak of the spear, and the scattered red threads carried a few stray sparks.

Lu Fang pursed her lips, and her tense chin touched a small pear dimple.

Although she could simulate an eighth-level sub-dragon species by changing the particle form, Lu Fang did not intend to do so... She decided to personally end the dying invader in front of her, even if the torch flame on Zhu Ying's body was brightened. It has to be a bit dazzling.

Lu Fang's eyes were like a clear spring, reflecting the swaying red fire.

She tapped the options on the screen, her well-proportioned body like a hairpin trailing the moon.

Give me the scale armor of the eighth-level sub-dragon species.

Grant me the blessing of an eighth-level unicorn.

Grant me the skin of an eighth-level embers-eating beast.

Give me the skin of the eighth-level giant-toothed tiger king...

Just as Lu Fang was thinking something in her heart, Zhu Ying raised his gun and rushed towards the girl shrouded in light and shadow.

The scene when the spear struck down was like red wings burning with flames. Along with the roar that resounded through the sky, Lu Fang, who was full of defense, was violently knocked into the mottled fine gold wall.

After the dust and smoke from the explosion cleared, Lu Fang walked out unscathed under Zhu Ying's disbelieving eyes.

She clicked on the list of friends on the screen with some trembling and excitement.

She had wanted to do this for a long time.

【Leaves (eighth level)】

In an instant, countless energy gathered on Lu Fang's right fist. Lu Fang punched forward, like the eighth-level leaf that smashed into the Yuguan city wall half a year ago.

The huge energy group flew towards the candle shadow, bringing with it a vigorous orange-red glow.

With just one blow, Zhu Ying was blasted into the adamantine wall on the other side. The Green Ghost mask shattered like a mirror under the violent explosion. Zhu Ying bit her thin lips, and half of her delicate face was covered with light pink. birthmark.

She wiped away the blood on her lips mercilessly, and a steady stream of blood seeped out of her white dress.

Zhuying's index finger moved slightly, and the red thread wrapped around the spear bound her exquisite body in an instant.

But Lu Fang's attack has not stopped yet.

[Jiang Mian (eighth level one)]

A dark, simple giant bow suddenly appeared in front of Lu Fang. She drew the bow and nocked an arrow in a decent manner, and a gorgeous arrow sped towards the candle shadow from the violently trembling string of the Lingbao Bow.

But there seemed to be a big problem with Lu Fang's sight. The brilliant arrow exploded horribly on the fine gold wall beside Zhu Ying.

In an instant, flying rocks flew everywhere, and the sharp debris scratched Zhu Ying's gorgeous face in the strong wind. Several thin streams of blood flowed down from the long and narrow scars caused by the debris.

Zhuying covered her face and looked at the deep pit on the wall with some fear.

What's going on with this woman?

But before Zhuying could figure it out, lights began to appear in front of Lu Fang again.

[Chen Xun (eighth level)]

A huge black sickle suddenly appeared in Lu Fang's hand.

"Huang Quan." Lu Fang said softly.

The air in the martial arts arena suddenly turned cold, as if countless ghosts were wailing miserably.

But Zhu Ying had no intention of accepting this trick. She took out a healing potion from the void bag and inserted it into her arm, then rushed towards Lu Fang like a phantom.

The scorching fireworks and the cold netherworld collided in the air, and the entire space seemed to be trembling in an instant.

[Ye Haotian (eighth level)]

[Li Yu (eighth level)]

[Jiang Mian (eighth level two)]

The abilities used by this girl were so weird that they gave Zhu Ying a splitting headache. Whenever Zhu Ying just got used to it...another completely different weapon followed.

Although Lu Fang's skills seemed to Zhu Ying to be young and inexperienced, like a beginner's, this was why Zhu Ying was able to compete with him.

But every one of Lu Fang's attacks, even those that were so panicked that it made people laugh, were real Moon Realms!

"Ah!" Zhuying shouted angrily, waving the spear in his hand almost without any control.

Lu Fang understood this sentence, but her baby-fat face still looked solemn.

Give me the iron skin of the eighth-level bull.

Give me the tortoise shell of the eighth-level thousand-year turtle.

Give me the bones of an eighth-level bone beast.

Give me the shield of the eighth-level warrior demon.

Lu Fang watched calmly as the candle shadow hit his increasingly thick defense again and again.

Her finger paused for a moment, then clicked on the last few names on the screen.

[Li Yanchao (eighth level)]

[Xu Xiao (eighth level)]

The next moment, countless bloody daggers hung upside down in the sky above the Jiyue martial arts arena.

The air gradually became humid, the movements of the candle shadow became slower in the sticky cold current, and all the particles of light and shadow on Lu Fang's body suddenly dissipated.

After being pushed back by the dissipated defense, Zhuying stared blankly at the girl in a white lab coat in front of him.

Her face was full of reverence, and she held a black ceremonial knife in her hand.

This is the sword of the previous generation Jiyue Army Leader and the previous generation Yue Clan leader.

"Go to hell." Lu Fang said coldly.

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[Ye Jingzhe (eighth level)]