Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 477 Wheel 'Battle'

"Thank you Seventh Lord."

Seeing the figure floating in the mist, Chen Yuan happily greeted him and cupped his hands, "Don't worry, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

As soon as the latter words came to his lips, the mist in front of him was churning, and Bai Wuchang in the mist swished his long tongue, and knocked Chen Yuan's head with the mourning stick in his hand. , but somehow the spell is difficult to cast when it reaches the fingertips.

Shocked in Chen Yuan's eyes, she bowed hastily, and flew out from under the mourning stick that had been swept away. With one palm pressed to the ground, she rolled over and kicked Bai Wuchang's left arm with her back foot. The victim grabbed Chen Yuan's neck with his backhand and pulled Chen Yuan back, and hit Chen Yuan firmly with the other hand, flying out like a cannonball.

hiss~~
"Xie Qiye, are you serious?"

Chen Yuan rolled up from the ground, rubbed her abdomen, and yelled at Bai Wuchang, but it could be seen that not only he could not use spells, but also Bai Wuchang could not use them, he could only fight with fists and kicks.

No wonder you said I would be miserable, it turned out that I was picking on my weaknesses.

Before I had time to think about it, in the field of vision, Bai Wuchang on the opposite side opened his arms and wrapped in mist with a sinister laugh, and floated quickly again. The ghostly stick in his hand was dancing like a windmill, and Chen Yuan was forced to keep backing away. Turn around and run.

This made Bai Wuchang stunned for a moment, and immediately chased after him with a sinister smile. The moment he approached, Chen Yuan, who was running wildly in front, suddenly jumped, stepped on the stone railing outside the hall, leaped, and fell over Bai Wuchang's head. In the past, fall behind each other.

Bai Wuchang turned his head, but his waist was embraced by outstretched arms, and Chen Yuan's voice came from behind.

"Thank you Qiye, offended."

"Um?!"

The moment Bai Wuchang raised his elbow and hit Chen Yuan's face, he put his arms around his armpit with a sudden force, directly picked him up, and leaned back.

"what!"

It was rare for Chen Yuan to rely on her fists and kicks, and she let out a roar with a bit of enthusiasm. She fell backwards with her arms around Bai Wuchang, smashed Bai Wuchang to the ground forcefully, and pinched the other party's tongue in the palm of her hand.

However, it was not over yet, Chen Yuan bent back, locked Bai Wuchang with her arms tightly, preventing the other party from struggling to get up, and entangled with each other for a while, Bai Wuchang's head touched the ground, his feet were facing the sky, and his long tongue was also pulled by Chen Yuan He looked quite ashamed and embarrassed.

"you win……"

Bai Wuchang said helplessly, and then let go of the hands locked on him. Bai Wuchang stroked his long tongue on his chest, and glared at Chen Yuan, "Where did you learn the moves...it looks weird."

"Hey, I can only punch and kick. Seventh Master must be familiar with my routines, and I can only surprise you."

Chen Yuan really couldn't help it, knowing that he could only compete with fists and kicks, and obviously understood that it was aimed at his weakness, and Bai Wuchang also had a yin god for many years, even if he didn't know much about fists and kicks, he could learn one and be able to do it To get back to basics.

Bai Wuchang returned to his smiling expression, picked up the mourning stick, looked at Chen Yuan with a proud look, and waved his hand.

"Forget that you win, the next round will come to play with you."

After saying something, he suddenly whispered: "Just let go and hit." He blinked at Chen Yuan while speaking, and then his figure disappeared into the mist.

thump~
A bell rang suddenly, and Chen Yuan turned her head. Where Xie Qiye had appeared before, in the mist, Heiwuchang Fan Wujiu walked over with a gloomy face, his arms were wrapped in black iron chains, and his eyes were cold.

"Competition."

His words were simple, and as soon as his voice fell, he swung his arms away violently, and two soul-locking chains rushed over, touching Chen Yuan's arm's distance away, and with a sudden hit, Chen Yuan hit the rising gang qi. Flying backwards with his hands behind his back, his left hand hidden behind his back quickly wrote on his right palm. When the iron chain came again, he flew forward and grabbed the iron chain in his hand.

"come over!"

Hei Wuchang had no expression on his face, the moment the iron chain in his hand was wrapped around Chen Yuan, he yanked violently, trying to take out the soul of the other party, but the next moment, he saw Chen Yuan's smile.

"Baye, you miscalculated."

Chen Yuan grabbed the iron chain wrapped around her body, showing her white teeth in a smile, and then...a large amount of electric light burst out from his palm, and the electric snake spread quickly along the chain of soul locks. In just half a breath, it jumped directly to the Hei Wuchang body.

He is a yin god, so he is naturally afraid of the power of thunder and lightning.

In an instant, he was shaken in place by the electricity, filled with yin, and the words that sounded stammered, "I...I...put the water...you came...really..."

"Didn't Xie Qiye say to let go of the beating?"

Chen Yuan hastily loosened the chain of soul locks, and received the Tianxin Wulei Zhengfa. The former fell to the ground immediately, his whole body was twitching, and a strong yin qi spewed out from his mouth. He coughed and opened Chen Yuan's hand, floating up from the ground.

Immediately, Heiwuchang looked viciously at the position behind him, "He asked me to release the water, but told you to fight freely... Maybe I still remember the last time I won his tribute."

After finding out the whole story, Chen Yuan was a little dumbfounded. It turned out that Xie Qiye took advantage of this to play tricks on Fan Baye and made himself a thug.

"Baye, offended."

Fan Wujiu waved his hands: "It's okay, you don't know anything, no wonder you." After finishing speaking, he dragged the iron chain and rushed to the fog over there, judging by the momentum, he probably wanted to trouble Bai Wuchang.

"Who will be next? The gold and silver generals?"

Chen Yuan was thinking about who would come first and what the competition would be, when the sound of heavy footsteps and the sound of collision and friction with the armor came from the fog, and he saw the two gods of golden shackles and silver locks, one red and one blue standing around. , just staring at Chen Yuan without moving.

Chen Yuan also stared straight at the two of them. After a while, when he was about to speak, Jin Yan over there spoke first.

"Competing fists, spells!"

After the short voice, Yinsuo immediately said: "You can't beat it!"

Chen Yuan thought it was true, and if it was a real fight, let alone these two, I guess black and white would be enough for Chen Yuan to drink a pot, and then she arched her hands: "How do you want to compete?"

There seemed to be a shutdown over there, one red and one blue stood motionless.

They didn't speak, and Chen Yuan couldn't say anything, so she also stood there motionless, looking at the two of them.

What exactly does this mean?
What do you say?

You can't just stand like this...

Time passed little by little, Chen Yuan was cultivated, but she stood there motionless, and felt quite upset and irritable. When she wanted to raise her hands to ask, the two gods of gold and silver who were motionless suddenly spoke .

Jin Jian: "You passed the test."

Silver Lock: "Looking at our faces for so long, you are very good!"

What I wanted to compare just now might be concentration, but I didn't expect it to be this. Chen Yuan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. Fortunately, he didn't look away, otherwise he would definitely lose.

But to be honest, if Chen Yuan hadn't used the two gods to help before, and was prepared for his appearance, other people, even cultivators, would probably be terrified when they saw their hideous and strange appearances. Not to mention staring at each other for so long.

The two gods of gold and silver nodded tacitly, turned around and disappeared into the fog without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)