My husband is born again

Chapter 1210 Yang Jian, you are such a man!

Yang Jian disdains to fight with women.

But he is really a person who is easily provoked.

In particular, seeing her as a leisurely little girl before, she was fierce and fearsome when fighting monsters, the contrast was too great, and he couldn't help but want to give it a try.

"Counsel, do you want to fight?" Ruan Ling made a provocative gesture.

Alas, it's so tiresome to deal with gentlemen.

If you were a villain, you would have done it long ago.

Yang Jian looked solemn, put away the three-pointed knife, and said: "I, Yang Jian, never bully women. I will fight you with bare hands. If you can take three moves from me, I will lose."

Ruan Ling laughed: "Yang Erlang is really arrogant."

Yang Jian looked at her calmly.

Ruan Ling said: "I can even hit your master ancestor, so I can't catch your three moves?"

Yang Jian said calmly: "Who told you that the ancestor must be better than me?"

Ruan Ling glanced at him: "Isn't it? Otherwise, how can you be your master?"

"Didn't the Empress of the Underworld ever hear a saying that blue is better than blue because of blue?"

"I don't believe you have reached the realm of a saint."

"A high level does not mean that the combat power is strong." Yang Jian took a step back, raised his right hand, and said openly, "Queen, please."

Ruan Ling said: "You said it, three tricks."

Nor did she ask what would happen if he backed out.

Yang Jian will never regret it.

What he says is what he says.

This is why Ruan Ling is willing to compare with him.

She jumped up, tied the fairy rope with her left hand, and the evil sword with her right hand. A ball of earth heart lotus in her palm turned into a fire dragon, and the three lights rushed towards Yang Jian together.

Yang Jian didn't expect her to come fiercely.

But after all, he is a figure who can draw with Dou Zhanfo.

Although slightly embarrassed, he escaped safely.

As soon as Ruan Ling made a move, she used three magic weapons, but she failed to take down Erlang Shen. She was also surprised by his strength.

Ruan Ling put away the fairy binding rope and the evil sword, rolled around and turned into a red dragon.

Yang Jian's expression also became serious.

No matter who it is, when facing a dragon, it is impossible to maintain a superior mentality.

The earth-shattering one-man-one-dragon fight has already surpassed three moves.

But they were all angry, and no one was willing to admit defeat first.

Boom boom boom everywhere.

Chilong's red figure kept rolling, kicking Yang Jian away, and Yang Jianfei came back and beat her up again.

Each suffered a lot of injuries.

Ruan Ling's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and Yang Jian's head was bleeding.

It was a tie, no one can win, no one can lose.

Although they played lively, they didn't use their best skills.

Ruan Ling's most powerful is the supernatural power of Zhulong itself, but Yang Jian has not used his own magic weapon so far.

By the end of the fight, both were exhausted.

They fell on the ground, one was sitting, the other was kneeling on one knee, both were out of breath, with ugly faces.

Both lose.

Ruan Ling's hair was disheveled, her face was swollen and her skirt was torn.

Yang Jian was even worse, his armor was in tatters, and a piece of hair was pulled off by Ruan Ling.

He rubbed his head, and let out his angry nostrils: "It's not like mortal shrews fight and pluck their hair!"

"Isn't my hair messed up?" Ruan Ling picked up a stone and threw it at his face, "My skirt is also torn, Yang Jian, you are such a man!"

Yang Jian glanced at her and suddenly fell silent.

In all fairness, although this Empress Dowager is in a mess, she is still beautiful.

He thought to himself, he is such a gentleman, if he were any other man, he would not have known what crooked ideas he had made.

He was also scolded for not being a man.

Unjustly dead.

But, thinking of her fierce appearance when she turned into a dragon...

Yang Jian hurriedly shook his head again.

This woman is a hundred times stronger than a tigress, probably only the ice cube of Pluto can bear it.

He covered his burning and painful face, but he didn't have the strength to hit him any more.

(End of this chapter)