Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 273 A False Alarm (1)
Ling Wushuang sat beside the saintess Bai Qian, and asked leisurely, "Commander Mu, what happened?"

Mu Shiqing was a little anxious, and said in a deep voice: "In the past few days, someone has been making trouble in the holy city, and he has not been caught until now!" After finishing speaking, he perfunctoryly said: "These people are very Arrogant, little friend Junling, you better not wander around these few days!"

It seems that someone is targeting the church.

But Mu Shiqing didn't know that the troublemaker he was talking about was right in front of him, nodding his head seriously, and replied: "Thank you Commander Mu for reminding me!"

The holy maiden Bai Qian glanced at Ling Wushuang, her brows were slightly frowned, and then slowly spread away, shaking her head almost invisibly.

Ling Wushuang turned his head and turned his eyes to the square below, his clear eyes were cold and hidden.

In the past few days, I haven't seen Yi Gan show up, even during the competition, I haven't seen him again. However, even if she sees him, she can't act rashly. She can't see through Yi Gan's strength, but she can be sure Yes, far above her, maybe a genuine god rank, maybe even more powerful, not at the same level as the leader of the Qingyun Mountain Range that day.

But now, her most important thing is to improve her strength, so this time it is best to win the first place and enter the White Tower Ninth Heaven to practice!
While Ling Wushuang was thinking, the competition below had already started. In the first round of ten people, five competitions, it was not Ling Wushuang's turn. She was happy and leisurely, secretly looking at the strength of these people, and she probably had a general idea in her heart.

"The people in the top twenty are indeed rare geniuses!"

"My God, the weakest ones all have the ninth-rank peak Tianxuan!"

The splendid competitions and all kinds of splendid mysterious skills often arouse the amazement and cheers of the spectators around.

"The next match will be between Jun Ling and Mo Wentian!"

After the referee announced loudly, Ling Wushuang, who had been waiting by the side, slowly walked up from one side of the ring, and the people on the other side also showed their figures. The sharp contrast immediately aroused everyone's discussion.

Mo Wentian, who is eight feet tall, has a strong body and carries a blue meteor chasing wind hammer. It looks like he is of the powerful type. There is no doubt that he can easily lift a few thousand catties of azure with one hand. Roar the bull.

"This this!"

Everyone turned their gazes to the person opposite him again. The thin black-robed young man with a cold and arrogant side face was originally a tall figure. The beauty of the face dazzles everyone.

"Why haven't I seen him play!"

"You don't know? He was recommended by Commander Mu, and he can directly enter the top [-]!"

"There is such a thing!"

"Jun Ling?" Mo Wentian held the meteor chasing hammer in his hand, up and down, looking at the thin young man in front of him, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, a brat who was promoted directly with a token, opportunistic, probably Ingratiate Lord Mu!
In this world, there are still many ways to hide one's strength. Therefore, even if Mo Wentian couldn't determine the strength of the person in front of him at a glance, he would never imagine how powerful a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy could be.

Mo Wentian raised the meteor hammer in his hand, and shouted: "Quick battle, quick decision, take out your weapon!"

Such a brat, he could crush him with one finger!
"Do you need a weapon to deal with you?" Looking at Mo Wentian's dismissive expression, Ling Wushuang put his arms around his chest slowly, and twitched the corners of his mouth a little funny.

Could it be that she looks really easy to bully?

Mo Wentian's expression darkened immediately, "Big words are shameless!"

Some people under the ring also whispered to each other because of Ling Wushuang's arrogant words, and they have never seen such a dance.

"What kind of Junling is this, so arrogant, but I really can't see what her strength is!"

"I can't see it either, but this Mo Wentian is a genuine ninth-rank peak Tianxuan, the first genius of the Mo family in Xilan Kingdom, and a quasi-sage in the family. He is less than thirty!" In the city's talent selection competition, the stipulated age is within 35.

"Let's see, what if the real person doesn't show his face, even though Jun Ling was promoted directly with the token, he must still be able to do something!"

People watching around also have their own opinions.

Ling Wushuang crossed his chest with one hand, slowly raised the other hand, and bent his index finger towards him, "Try it and you'll know!"

Arrogant?Are you overwhelmed?Who can't, she's the best at it.

Mo Wentian gritted his teeth, Kong Wu raised the meteor hammer with his strong arm, and shouted at him in a deep voice, "Arrogant brat, be arrogant in front of me, see if I don't break your legs and make you kneel down!" Call Grandpa!"

"Grandpa?" Ling Wushuang chuckled, "I won't even let you call grandpa!"

Mo Wentian's expression changed, and he stopped playing tricks with the person in front of him. He raised his arm and lifted the meteor hammer in his hand, changed his steps, and shouted loudly, urging all the profound energy in his body. A hundred catties of cyan meteor hammer hit the black-robed boy not far away.

"Meteor Hammer, Whirlwind Slash!"

With a clear whistling, Mo Wentian's entire body spun rapidly like a top, moving forward at an extremely fast speed, even with a hammer, like a human bomb, sweeping towards Ling Wushuang!

"Oh my god, it seems that Mo Wentian wants to make a quick decision, and he will throw his ultimate move as soon as he comes up!"

"It is said that Mo Wentian's Meteor Whirlwind Slash killed a saint before!"

The people watching the game below did not expect that Mo Wentian would use such a cruel mysterious technique.

I don't want to waste time, I want a quick decision. In other words, I just look down on my opponent!
In the blink of an eye, seeing that the big move was about to come, the black-robed boy opposite Mo Wentian didn't move at all, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. This strange situation made the people below secretly mention it. Xin, isn't this guy dumbfounded?
"drink!"

The meteor hammer moved with his rapidly spinning body, and a tornado hung around him, causing the iron and wooden banners at the four corners of the ring to bend down involuntarily.

"bump--"

The muffled sound that followed caused everyone's eyes to drop to the ground, "What, this!"

I saw that Mo Wentian, who was spinning rapidly to form a whirlwind, suffocated suddenly, revealing his figure, but his face was frozen in place, and then his abdomen hurt, and a force, with overwhelming force, knocked him down. Suddenly opened upside down and flew out.

"what--"

Mo Wentian let out a loud howl with distorted expression, and his entire burly body was kicked out by Ling Wushuang, turned into a meteor, and fell under the ring.

(End of this chapter)