Even though Zuo Wubei was confused, he clamped his legs in a conditioned manner, his face twitched, and with a scream, the sword in his hand began to lift up and chop unconsciously.

Seeing that he successfully hit Zuo Wubei's crotch, Wang Yimiao was secretly happy: "The bad guy really died because he talked too much."

But he succeeded with a move and did not dare to stay. He immediately rolled on the ground, quickly avoiding Zuo Wubei's attack range, and then took off Zuo Wubei's pants. Zuo Wubei's pink lace shorts appeared in front of everyone.

The audience was amazed. Unexpectedly, the disciple of Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty suddenly appeared and was wearing such unique shorts.

Zuo Wubei woke up at this time and immediately hugged his crotch and jumped wildly, like a grasshopper with chicken blood. However, the jumping two times made the pants that had originally fallen to their knees fall directly to their feet. When he stared at Wang Yimiao, he was about to rush to pinch Wang Yimiao to death, but as soon as he took a step, he was tripped to the ground by the pants on his feet and fell forward and ate shit.

Zhu Bin's face suddenly became gloomy, and his original pride had already disappeared.

He knew that today his reputation as Emperor Xizong of Ming was going to be completely destroyed, and even if he killed Wang Yimiao in the last game, it would be useless.

When Wang Yimiao saw Zuo Wubei falling to the ground, he was immediately happy and made a quick decision and used Hanhuang Ice Cut. Although Hanhuang Ice Cut could only summon a lump of ice from the ground, if the position of this lump of ice came out just in Zuo Wubei's crotch, he could take the opportunity to get the insult.

The next moment, Zuo Wubei's originally angry face suddenly glared at his eyes, as if he was holding his hands tightly to prevent himself from screaming. He grabbed his crotch with both hands, and his butt was involuntarily raised. His whole person was arched into a shrimp shape on the ground, struggling and trembling all over.

His appearance made his pink lace shorts look particularly eye-catching.

Wang Yimiao looked at his slightly shaking ass and said quietly: "I didn't expect you, a rough man, to be so girlish."

He now regrets that he doesn't have a camera to take pictures, otherwise this picture would be popular throughout Heguo.

Zuo Wubei's face suddenly turned red with shame. He endured the pain and quickly put on his pants, but the audience had already seen all the things he shouldn't have seen. It was meaningless to wear his pants at this time.

His and Emperor Xizong of Ming had lost all his face.

Wang Yimiao slowly raised a finger, looked at Zuo Wubei and said, "This is the turn!"

Obviously, he said this to Zhu Bin, and he would win with three rounds left.

At this time, he was full of energy and stood upright, as if a hero of his generation had completely forgotten that he was still kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy last moment.

Zuo Wubei trembled from the ground, with a raging fire in his eyes, staring at Wang Yimiao, as if he was about to burn Wang Yimiao into ashes.

Since Wang Yimiao was forced to leave after only a moment of pinching, he was not seriously injured, but he couldn't help feeling a little weak at this moment, which made him lose the strength to quickly rush to kill Wang Yimiao.

"I must kill you!" Zuo Wubei squeezed out a harsh sentence from his mouth. Even if he is injured now and his strength will drop, he still has the power of a spirit hero. It is still possible to erase an ant with spiritual disciple's cultivation.

Wang Yimiao looked at Zuo Wubei calmly, smiled evilly, and immediately raised her orchid fingers and fiddled with her chest, clamped her legs and sticking her butt, looking like she was more sexy than a vixen. She imitated Zuo Wubei's words and said in a coquettish voice: "I must kill you, oh oh oh oh oh oh."

Zuo Wubei was immediately furious and killed Wang Yimiao despite the pain in his body before it was completely relieved.

Wang Yimiao still watched him approaching calmly, as if watching an old friend who was specifically responsible for funny came to create fun for himself.

But looking at Zuo Wubei's murderous look, Wang Yimiao pretended to be frowning and said, "Brother, I was wrong just now. I know it's useless to apologize to you. Can we make an agreement between us? It's okay to hit someone, but you are not allowed to slap in the face."

"I'm disgusting to you!" Zuo Wubei ignored Wang Yimiao's words completely. He had only one belief in his heart, that is, to tear Wang Yimiao into pieces.

Wang Yimiao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "I feel relieved when you see me disgusted, for fear that a pervert like you, who is wearing pink underwear, will fall in love with me."

"You just take advantage of the moment to be stubborn!"

The audience around watched Wang Yimiao deliberately anger Zuo Wubei, and they mocked him.

"When the disciple who closed the door was too proud, he thought that he could fly to the sky and shoulder to shoulder with the sun just now. He actually dared to deliberately anger the disciple of Ming Xizong, and it was so stupid to find death like picking up money."

"This kind of despicable villain should die as soon as possible. Now he has the mental awareness of seeking death, and he is simply happy to hear it."

"When this despicable villain closes the door is dead this time, let's bet on how many pieces he will be cut into."

In short, everyone present thought that Wang Yimiao would definitely die in this round.

Wang Yimiao smiled evilly and said in his heart: "Come on, I'll let you taste the taste of freshly squeezed orange juice!"

When Zuo Wubei approached again, Wang Yimiao suddenly looked surprised and pointed at the sky casually: "Look, the plane!"

Zuo Wubei ignored his extremely bad trick. What Zuo Wubei was thinking about was to cut off Wang Yimiao's head.

When Wang Yimiao shouted that sentence, his other hand quickly took out a Song Dynasty vase from the space ring and threw it at Zuo Wubei. Obviously, the shouting was just a cover-up.

Zuo Wubei was completely disdainful of what Wang Yimiao threw out and slashed it with a sword.

Bang!

The originally sealed vase suddenly became fragmented, and a pool of yellow water inside broke through the bottle and sprinkled towards Zuo Wubei, who had no time to avoid it completely. At the same time, a slut of urine came from the yellow water.

Zuo Wubei was shocked. When he saw these yellow water at the first time, he did not think about whether it would be venom. But when he smelled the odor of the yellow water, he was sure that this thing was not venom at all, but even more disgusting urine!

Before Wang Yimiao got on the ring, he happened to go to the toilet. He deliberately sealed his urine in a vase and attacked his opponent as a hidden weapon at critical moments.

People with noble identities like Zuo Wubei despise such dirty things the most. Seeing yellow water sprinkling on their bodies, Zuo Wubei inevitably stopped and had the intention of dodging.

When he couldn't escape Huangshui, he swears into Zuo Wubei's mind, but before he could say it, he saw Wang Yimiao throwing a pill at him with his backhand.

Zuo Wubei was shocked when he was immediately shocked. All kinds of terrible imaginations flashed through his mind. He didn't want to be the next Lei Qing. He was quick-eyed and quick-handed and immediately tried to dodge sideways, but just a big move passed by Huangshui, which caused the sense of balance to be almost shaky. Now it is not easy to avoid a speeding pill.

In a panic, he tried his best to avoid it in the end.

"You're foul!" A loud roar resounded throughout Xuanxiao.

"The curse of the darkness." Wang Yimiao ignored anyone's voice. At this critical moment, he could not hesitate.

"The sword technique of the moon is going to the sword style!"

There was an iron sword in Wang Yimiao's hand at some point. He saw his exquisite sword style. In just a moment, the next moment, the sword in Zuo Wubei's hand flew out of his hand.

At this time, Zuo Wubei was still in a daze.

But Wang Yimiao didn't dare to put down the wrong things anymore. What he needed was to take every step, so he immediately retreated and distanced himself from Zuo Wubei.

Just as he flashed and left, Zuo Wubei woke up. He looked at his hand that was originally holding the sword but was empty at this time, and then he was furious again. It was a shame, this was a living shame.

But before Zuo Wubei could attack, Kui Hai stepped onto the arena and stood between Wang Yimiao and Zuo Wubei.

"Master Kui, what do you mean?" Zuo Wubei asked angrily and puzzledly.

"The competition is suspended."

"Boy, you've committed a foul!" Zhu Bin in the VIP seat stared at Wang Yimiao and said fiercely.

"Where did I foul?" Wang Yimiao immediately turned his head and looked at Zhu Bin and argued.

"You used poison! So you lost because of a foul."

"Who said I used poison? Are you, the old man, the pill I just threw out? That is the most common pill for treating injuries. This is not a poison. With your IQ, you can't even tell the pill of treating injuries. Why are you still clamoring here?"

Wang Yimiao was not afraid that Zhu Bin would attack him here. Mo Hongfu was in charge. He was just an ant to Zhu Bin. He didn't bother to deal with him by himself. He would only count all his hatred on the closing and find an opportunity to return it to Mo Hongfu himself.

Wang Yimiao came to the sect to make money. So what if he cheated on his master? At the critical moment, just take Ji Lingyi away.

That's why he dared to speak to Zhu Bin so arrogantly.

However, when everyone present heard his words, they were shocked by his ability to commit suicide. They dared to talk to Zhu Bin like this. They had never seen such a thing in their entire lives.

This is clearly a search for death. But he can seek death in front of so many people, and he will live in rumors if he dies.

When the people who closed the door were just surprised by Wang Yimiao's sword technique, they were shocked by Wang Yimiao's ability to cause trouble the next moment. However, it was already so much, and it was useless to say more. Anyway, they had a conflict with Emperor Xizong of Ming Dynasty, and they were not afraid of biting if there were too many lice.

Wang Yimiao felt very happy when she said that. The person who had been the highest cultivation level in the past was Linghou. Today, she finally successfully beat Lingjue and was able to live. It was really exciting!
Chapter completed!