"Who are you?" Yan Buhuan grabbed the hand that Zhao Yu extended out.
Zhao Yu froze for a moment, then revealed a strange smile: "Who do you think I am?"
If his behavior just now was a bit like Xuanyuan Mu's, then his current smile is somewhat similar to Jiao Li's.
Yan Buhuan's mind was in confusion and he looked around, trying to see where that familiar face was hidden.
Suddenly there was a feeling of pressure on my jaw.
Zhao Yu actually held her chin like an adult man. His strength was not strong, but Yan Buhuan continued to feel the power transmitted by his hands.
Yan Buhuan looked up at the boy, as if he wanted to see the person hidden behind him through his quiet eyes.
The rain was falling, and the world seemed to be at a standstill.
Just the two of them.
"Are you...Xuanyuan Mu or Jiao Li?" she couldn't help but choked and asked.
The hand holding her chin moved slightly, his thumb caressed her lips with nostalgia, and his tone became extremely cunning: "Guess."
She couldn't guess.
Logically speaking, neither Xuanyuan Mu nor Jiao Li would be able to come here.
Even the master was helpless, how could she dare to imagine that they would be cured without medicine?
Yan Buhuan threw off Zhao Yu's grip, stood up and looked around, searching everywhere, bound to find that person.
Zhao Yu hugged her chest with interest and watched her running around anxiously.
A knowing smile: "What are you looking for?"
"Where are you? Tell me, where are you?" Yan Buhuan turned around and held Zhao Yu's shoulders, shaking them hard, with a ferocious and eager expression on his face.
Zhao Yu looked at him deeply, brushed her arm away with a few strokes, and moved to one side: "Why are you so nervous? I'll tell you after the fight."
Yan Buhuan was stunned and suddenly woke up.
Yes, this duel is not over yet.
Soon enough, Zhao Yu flipped his hand, and Fei Yue, which had fallen on the ground, rose into the sky. After being soaked by the rain, the red light on Fei Yue seemed to fade a little. When it soared, it seemed to be surrounded by
A cloud of mist.
The audience was gasping for breath, and Master Taifu and Ni Jun subconsciously looked behind them.
Yan Buhuan recalled the silver moon in time, and the two crescent moons flew alternately at the same time. The scene was even more spectacular than before.
After a long while, Zhao Yu said: "The first move is to unsheath the moon."
Yan Buhuan asked: "Are the moves fast?"
"soon!"
As expected, Zhao Yu made the move so quickly that even the servant below could not see clearly. He only saw the crimson moon shining towards Yan Buhuan like a pale red aurora.
Even though he knew the moves used by the opponent in advance, Yan Buhuan was still a little embarrassed when he dodged.
Zhao Yu stopped at this time and waited for her to stand firm before speaking: "The second move, green dragon playing in the water."
"Tell me where you are!" Yan Buhuan couldn't help but ask before the other party made a move.
Zhao Yu didn't answer, Fei Yue flew behind Yan Buhuan.
Yan Buhuan had to urge Yin Yue to resist.
The two moons collided, making a harsh sound. Feiyue was unable to exert its power in the rain. However, because Yan Buhuan was injured, he still could not fully exert his power, so he resisted in an awkward manner.
Zhao Yu spun around in the air and landed steadily, but his eyes were quietly staring at Yan Buhuan's every move.
He had used too much force just now, and the pain in his waist began to cause trouble again. Yan Buhuan frowned in pain, and liquid seemed to seep from the area that had just been bandaged.
