"Since you are unwilling to reconcile, then we can only decide the outcome."
With the dog-beating stick in hand, Ye Wuyou suddenly felt confident, stopped and looked at the big yellow dog provocatively.
The big yellow dog was not stupid. When he saw Ye Wuyou had a weapon in his hand, he did not attack rashly, but instead confronted Ye Wuyou.
"Since you don't do it, I won't be polite." The artifact is indeed magical, but it hasn't been used yet. With its aura, it can shock such a ferocious big yellow dog. Ye Wuyou's confidence suddenly doubled, and he raised his hand to fight.
Use the dog stick to hit the big yellow dog on the head.
Ye Wuyou was like Hong Qigong possessed. Under his thirty-six-step dog-beating stick technique, even a big yellow dog could only avoid its sharp edges.
"Hahaha, you are nothing more than that." Ye Wuyou saw the big yellow dog take a step back, and felt very proud. "I'll fight, I'll fight, fight, fight, fight."
The stick shadows were flying all over the sky, and the big yellow dog couldn't dodge. The dog's head happened to come into close contact with the dog beating stick.
He wailed, glanced at Ye Wuyou unwillingly, and finally ran away with his tail between his legs.
"The artifact is indeed an artifact. It's really powerful." After defeating the big yellow dog and touching the dog-beating stick in his hand, Ye Wuyou suddenly felt as if he had a stick in his hand.
From now on, I will rely on this dog-beating stick to defeat the heroes in the world, reach the pinnacle of life, and create a legendary story that will make people sing and cry.
"You were the one who called me a pretty boy just now." When Ye Wuyou was sketching out a beautiful blueprint, an inappropriate voice interrupted Ye Wuyou's thoughts. He raised his head and glanced at the handsome young man in front of him, and said with some displeasure. "The uncle is in a bad mood.
Okay, I don’t want to be like a pretty boy like you, so hurry up, or you won’t blame me for not having eyes with my dog-beating stick.”
"Insolent." After hearing Ye Wuyou's arrogant words, the scholar said angrily. "Sir, this madman dares to be rude to you. Please allow me to teach him a lesson."
"I came out this time just to relax. I finally met an interesting person, so naturally I want to have a good time." However, the handsome young man didn't take it seriously. There was a bright flash in his eyes and he said with a smile. "Step back,
I'll come."
"Yes." Seeing that the handsome young master wanted to do it himself, the scholar took two steps back knowingly.
"Why, do you really want to fight with me?" Ye Wuyou was in a good mood just now when he showed off his might and beat the big yellow dog away. He didn't want to fight anymore, but because of the handsome young master's intention, he insisted on fighting with him.
This made Ye Wuyou a little unhappy.
"I don't hit women, but I won't show mercy to a pretty boy like you who is neither male nor female."
"If you have any means, feel free to use it, but I just want to see if your bones are as hard as your mouth." The handsome young man was not angry, but said provocatively. "If I take action, you will
Kneeling down and begging for mercy would not be fun."
The toad yawned so loudly.
How could I let a pretty boy look down on me as a tall and dignified man?
Today let this pretty boy see what a pure man is.
"Look at the stick."
Ye Wuyou was not polite. He held the dog beating stick in his hand and hit the handsome man on the head without mercy.
The next scene was somewhat beyond Ye Wuyou's expectations.
"this…"
I thought that after a blow, the handsome young man would either hold his head and cry, or he would be so scared that he would pee.
What people didn't expect was that the handsome young man just stretched out two white fingers, pinched them slightly, and clamped the dog beating stick.
There seemed to be something wrong with this painting style. Thinking that he had seen it wrong, Ye Wuyou rubbed his eyes hard.
"Is this all you have? It's really disappointing." The handsome young master was still very satisfied with Ye Wuyou's reaction. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, pressed his fingers slightly, and a crisp sound suddenly sounded.
"My divine weapon..." Under Ye Wuyou's gaze, the dog-beating stick was cut off by the handsome young master's fingers.
Ye Wuyou was also dumbfounded. How could his divine weapon be so vulnerable? When he saw the fracture of the dog beating stick.
His expression suddenly turned bad. This was not a magic weapon, it was clearly a broken wooden stick.
You don't need to think about it to know that the damn system must have tricked him.
Now that the handsome young master is staring at him eagerly, Ye Wuyou can only solve the current predicament first, and then settle the score with the system.
"Your mouth is so stinky, do you think I should break it or tear it into pieces?" Now knowing that it was too late, the handsome young man glanced at Ye Wuyou and asked playfully.
"Young Master, I think there may be some misunderstanding between us. How about we shake hands and make peace, find a place, and have a couple of drinks." It can be seen that this pretty boy is a powerful character. If the fight continues, he will be beaten to death.
The person with the pig head is probably him, Ye Wuyou said with a smile as his eyes moved.
"Now I know I'm afraid. I just heard a 'little pretty face', didn't I scream happily?" the book boy said with contempt.
"I'm talking to your young master. Why are you, a servant, interrupting? You really don't understand any rules." The handsome young master is so powerful that Ye Wuyou can't bear it. Now he is despised by a book boy, and Ye Wuyou can't bear it anymore.
He scolded him unceremoniously, turned to the handsome young man and said.
"When I say that the young master is a 'boy', I am not slandering the young master, but praising him."
"The young master is so graceful and graceful that even the girls will feel ashamed when they see him."
"How can ordinary words describe the handsomeness of the young master, so I will use the word 'white face' to describe it. It is indeed a bit abrupt. Please don't be offended, sir."
"You..." Ye Wuyou actually dared to reprimand him, and the bookboy suddenly became angry. He was about to get angry, but was stopped by the handsome young master, who looked at Ye Wuyou with a smile. "So, I blamed you wrongly."
"To express my apology, how about I treat you to a fine drink."
"Wouldn't it be more convenient to tear your mouth open later so you can drink?"
"Don't worry, I am a hospitable man and I will definitely let you drink enough."
An ordinary second-generation ancestor might have been fooled by Ye Wuyou's sweet words, but it's a pity that Ye Wuyou chose the wrong person, and today is destined to be miserable.
"You must fight to the death." It can be seen that the handsome young master has no intention of letting him go. Faced with the current predicament, Ye Wuyou's brain is running rapidly, trying to find a way to escape.
If you want to defeat the enemy to the death, you must have the power to defeat the enemy to the death. Ye Wuyou probably does not have the qualifications yet.
In the face of absolute power, Ye Wuyou can only be slaughtered by others.
Feeling that Ye Wuyou was a little different from the people he had met before, the handsome young man was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he played a cat and mouse game to see what tricks Ye Wuyou could pull off.
"There is a snake behind you." Ye Wuyou's expression changed, he pointed behind the handsome young master and shouted suddenly.
The handsome young man and the book boy were startled, and subconsciously looked back.
Ye Wuyou raised the corner of his mouth slightly, knowing that the opportunity had come, and without any hesitation, he quickly used the long-lost secret skill of the martial arts.