Chapter 169 (1/2)

”Dead girl, do you want to murder your husband?” Ye Zhiqiu looked at Zhu Zhuqing and rolled his eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks were red, but he did not hesitate to chop at Ye Zhiqiu with his sword. Seeing her posture, he did not leave any hands.

”Seven treasures are famous. One is strength, the other is speed.” Almost at the moment of Zhu Zhuqing's sword attack, Ning Rongrong's increase came, and her seven treasures were used just right every time.

Ye Zhiqiu took the time to glance at her and laughed happily. The girl has made great progress.

”I'll teach you two again...” Ye Zhiqiu murmured in a low voice. He stretched out a finger and turned slightly in the direction of Xiaowu. He crawled under the sea under his feet, swaying the BLUESILVER grass that didn't attack, and immediately rushed to the little dance next to him. How could Xiaowu be careful about the BLUESILVER grass of Tang San? In an instant, he was entangled in a firm state until he was completely bound by the BLUESILVER grass , she didn't respond, and her face was still a little confused.

At the same time, ye Zhiqiu's body slightly on one side avoided Zhu Zhuqing's downward cleavage. When he explored his right hand, he immediately grasped the back of the sword firmly with two fingers. He let Zhu Zhuqing exert his force, and the grass shaved sword did not move.

”Come on.” Ye Zhiqiu's eyebrows and eyes are smiling, and he looks up and yawns. Zhu Zhuqing's face is black.

The rest of them stopped for a moment. They looked at the three people strangely, and occasionally turned their heads to Tang San. You are a traitor. How come LAN yincao doesn't attack Ye Zhiqiu, but entangles Xiaowu?

Tang San himself was a little confused. He found that no matter how excited by his soul power, the BLUESILVER grass around the little dance was still. It seemed that the blue silver grass was not his soul skill any more.

”Don't try.” Ye Zhiqiu looked at Tang San and said with a smile, ”the plants in this world can't attack me, unless... You can control plants better than me.”

Tang San:...

then I don't have any soft use at all?

When Zhu Zhuqing saw Ye Zhiqiu fighting with himself, he was distracted from talking to others. Even if he couldn't beat you, you can't look down on people like this.

”The second soul skill, the ghost hundred claws.”

In a fit of pique, Zhu Zhuqing's right hand, holding the grass shaving sword, turned his hands into a dense black claw shadow, and the target pointed to Ye Zhiqiu's heart.

”Blink.” The little dance, entangled in the blue and silver grass, comes back to her mind. In a moment, the third soul skill is used to show up on Ye Zhiqiu's side. With a swing of her small head, the scorpion braid at the back of her head winds toward Ye Zhiqiu's neck.

Zhu Zhuqing and Xiaowu have formed a situation of attacking each other, and they have a tacit understanding.

”Not bad at all.” Ye Zhiqiu looks at the two people's movements and praises them gently. In no hurry, ye Zhiqiu first put the grass shaving sword into the ink jade bracelet, so as not to wait for Zhu Zhuqing to take the sword to cut him.

Later, ye Zhiqiu did not pay attention to the little dance. His hands seemed to come out at will. However, in the shadow of Zhu Zhuqing's second soul skill, the ghost claws, he accurately grasped both of their hands.

The shadow of the claw disappeared in an instant, and Zhu Zhuqing was stunned. Ye Zhiqiu smiles and pulls her hands slightly. He pulls her close to her arms and pats her on the small butt behind her, making a crisp sound.

”You're eliminated.” Ye Zhiqiu said with a slight smile in her ear, and then she let go of Zhu Zhuqing, whose face was red.

Taking advantage of Ye Zhiqiu's teasing with Zhu Zhuqing, the scorpion braid of the little dance is finally wrapped around Ye Zhiqiu's neck.

In this moment, Ning Rongrong's first soul skill increase also fell on the body of the little dance. Ye Zhiqiu can clearly notice that the strength from his neck is much greater, but that's all.

On the contrary, the little dance wants to bow with the first soul skill. At the moment of exerting force, he almost twisted his neck, and the action suddenly became a little incoherent.

”Throw yourself into the net.” Ye Zhiqiu gently grasps the scorpion pigtail of the little dance, while her back is facing her own Kung Fu, one foot accurately pokes out, kicks on the small dance buttocks.