Chapter 3425 Little Sister, Let Me Play (1)

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"We are so useless, if there is no little master, we almost lose three games in a row."

The hammer touched his head, his face full of shame, but he couldn't stop admiring Xiaobao.

Ruiniang said worriedly: "Miss, what should we do in the fourth game?"

Everyone knows that Mu Yan is very strong.

And she must be the finale to prevent accidents.

But what about the fourth game?

Who in Xiaoyao City dares to say that they are sure to surpass those in Lingbo Hall?

Mu Yan couldn't help frowning slightly.

She originally wanted people to delay time, hoping to wait until Luo Yu came back from the soul-cultivating pool.

Luoyu's cultivation is not necessarily high enough.

But in this world, when it comes to playing puppets, he recognizes the second, and no one dares to recognize the first.

But now it's clearly too late.

Chu Moli's calm voice came from behind: "Why don't I come?"

"No!" Mu Yan refused without even thinking about it.

She is very aware of the situation of the third senior brother.

In order to send a few brothers and sisters to the floating island, the damage to his body cannot be cured by a few treatments.

Chu Moli wanted to speak again.

Muyan glared at him coldly: "If I say no, then I won't. If you lose, you will lose. The big deal is to return to Lingbo Hall, and then just break it down."

Chu Moli smiled lowly and didn't speak any more.

At this moment, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.

"Little Junior Sister, the fourth...I'm coming!"

Muyan turned around suddenly, and saw Qin Jiu who woke up at some point, her brows furrowed deeply: "Second Senior Brother, stop joking!"

Qin Jiu swayed forward and opened his mouth to reveal a silly smile.

"I think... the one who saves Xiaoqing is... it's me! I have to do my part!"

...

The fourth round of the life and death arena is about to begin.

However, neither Xiaoyao City nor Lingbo Hall had sent anyone to play.

At this time, there was no smile on Sun Youchang's face.

The third game he thought he had won, turned out to be capsized in the gutter.

"The fourth game is absolutely not to be missed!"

A low spy laughter came from behind: "Master, let me go in this fourth game!"

The speaker was a tall, slender-looking man.

Seeing him, Sun Youchang's face lit up with joy, "Meng Ran, you are out! Hahaha, with you here, we will win this life-and-death arena!"

...

Seeing the feminine man walking into the center of the square, a cultivator behind Zhou Zishun's expression changed greatly, and he leaned into his ear and whispered a few words.

Zhou Zishun was also shocked when he heard the words.

"Miss, I'm afraid this Meng Ran is not easy to deal with!" he said solemnly, "Meng Ran is the only monk in the entire Lingbo Hall who doesn't use puppets. Because he can win without using puppets."

Mu Yan's expression froze, and she turned to look at Zhou Zishun: "Why?"

Zhou Zishun took a deep breath and said, "Because he has a speed that surpasses that of the peak of the Sea Splitting Realm! No one can catch him, no one can see his movements clearly, and no one can stop him from consuming all his spiritual energy. A life-threatening blow. The most terrifying thing against Meng Ran is not winning or losing, but, under his death-defying blow, he will die! Even the sea-splitting realm powerhouse will be taken away with half his life."

Mu Yan's face instantly sank.

If it is said, she just didn't agree with Qin Jiu's fourth game.

Now it is absolutely not agreeable.

The second senior brother is now seriously injured, and there is still a [Puppet Gu] in his body that has not been expelled.

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