Murong Yu was the first to stand up unexpectedly.

"I'm willing to give it a try."

you?

How can three of you go after you get hurt?

Ling Zhouyue glanced at the cool and lively beautiful face that was looking at the Tao, and shook her head.

"You can't do it, I never hit women."

One sentence dispelled Hua Lian's idea of ​​trying.

Xuanyuan Guang and Ran Xia also fell silent.

After all, everyone knows Ling Zhouyue’s strength and no one dares to take this risk.

Seeing that no one came forward again, Wuyu stood up and said:

"Senior, try hitting me."

Lingzhouyue:

"roll."

Wuyu sat back at the table in a bad mood.

Xiao Ran's words may be let go, which is not very convincing.

After looking around, Ling Zhouyue's eyes finally stopped on Wen Yushu.

"Just you."

"I?"

Wen Yushu's body trembled and said with a calm face:

"Although I'm not good at fighting, I'm actually a fusion monk. If I wear high-level armor, even if my senior sister can't beat it, it's impossible to prove that the armor is strong."

Ling Zhouyue frowned slightly, not understanding the logic.

"Why can't you prove it? They are all the same."

Very everyone is the same!

Wen Yushu was so panicked that he had not had time to refuse or defend himself

Ling Zhouyue raised her hand and pointed, and a sword energy shot on his chest.

Wen Yushu was shocked.

Fortunately, his body was still motionless. After resisting this sword energy, the sea of ​​Qi did not cause much trouble, and most of the power was absorbed by the armor.

It means that the heart is weak and the heartbeat is gone in an instant, and blood transfusions need to be secretly relied on spiritual power.

Ling Zhouyue was a little surprised.

Her finger was not a joke. If she came to Dantian, even if she was a big shot in the fusion realm, she would still point one by one.

"Good, this thing works."

Xiao Ran took a look.

Wen Yushu's appearance is light and light, but in fact his heart has stopped suddenly and he secretly relies on spiritual power to provide blood to save his life.

It's quite a bit of injury!

The rest of the people couldn't see this, but they could see the power of this finger.

Wen Yushu's face is not wafty, but his spiritual power is being consumed sharply.

"Okay, time is not waiting for everyone. You can set off. Everyone chooses a sector. After leaving the city, the Dao League deacon will contact you. I will stay here. Anyone of you encounter danger will be able to arrive at the scene as soon as possible."

Everyone was a little surprised and felt that Wen Yushu suddenly became urgent.

Ling Zhouyue leaned into Xiao Ran's ear and said quietly:

"I'll notify me as soon as possible when I find Yanjia."

Xiao Ran remained silent.

“Yes, Master.”

The six people have not set off yet.

When the shopkeeper of Xianlin Restaurant learned that Ling Zhouyue was visiting, he quickly sent a jar of ten thousand-year-old cellars and asked Ling Zhouyue to help promote the game of fighting the Netherworld in the lobby of the inn.

After all, this game is too popular. Even regular customers of Xianlin Restaurant were attracted by the betting nearby shops, and Xianlin Restaurant could only be forced to save themselves.

Ling Zhouyue put away the wine and suddenly had an idea.

"It just so happens that I'm idle, so why don't you play a few games with me?"

Wen Yushu gritted his teeth secretly, his face was very calm.

"No, I still have something to do."

Ling Zhouyue's sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were filled with sword energy.

"What happened to you before you found Yan Jia? You might have been injured by the sword energy just now. Now you are in a hurry to take drugs?"
Chapter completed!