Dressed as a sickly prince brat's own mother

Unfortunately, Wu Yichen didn't see it. Instead, he was very conceited and decided that xiaobaozi was afraid. He began to find an excuse to get away.

"Don't deceive yourself and others here. You clearly know that your strength is not my son's opponent at all. What's the use of delaying for another three days."

The little steamed stuffed bun stared at his big clear eyes and shook his head firmly, "no, since we have agreed, we can't go back. Forget it, we'd better wait until three days before entering the war! Mubai, let's go back."

Then he turned around and wanted to go back.

All the people were stunned.

Yes? Didn't you almost fight just now? Why don't you call suddenly and want to go back?

Wu Yichen was tossed like this. He didn't want to easily let go of the steamed stuffed bun. He flashed and stopped in front of him. His eyes turned and began to lure the steamed stuffed bun

"Feng Ziyan, you really lost your mother's face. I was hurt like this by your spirit beast. You don't dare to fight with me. Do you think you still have a chance to win when I get better in three days?"

Both inside and outside the words are luring little steamed stuffed bun to stand and compete with him. After all, everyone knows that three days can't improve a person's spiritual power. It's better to compete in advance while Wu Yichen is injured today. Maybe he can have a chance to struggle

All the onlookers thought so.

I saw the little steamed stuffed bun hesitated very seriously. There was a trace of cowardice in his eyes. Then he stood up and said, "I don't fight with you. I... I'm very powerful. My father has been training me these days. If you can't beat me, you'd better go back and Practice for a few more days!"

What he said seemed to have no confidence in the public. Wu Yichen recognized the idea in his heart and continued to pester him.

"We'll advance the competition three days. If you win this childe tonight..." Wu Yichen thought and decided to take out the biggest temptation, stretched out his hand and handed out the sword. "If you win me, this Xiuling sword will be yours!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar all around!

"This is the heirloom of the waiting house in the north of town. The second childe took it as a bargaining chip for the competition? I'm afraid he's crazy!"

"Xiuling sword is a rare divine weapon. It can change with the cultivation of the person holding the sword. There are countless spiritual powers hidden in a sword. The second childe is now the strength of the Yellow level. He has Xiuling sword in his hand. If he gives full play to it, even the junior people of the green level may be able to win, not to mention fengziyan, a three-year-old child. He is sure that fengziyan can't beat him."

Even the attendants around Wu Yichen couldn't help reminding him, "childe, Xiuling sword is the heirloom of the waiting house for generations. I'm afraid you'll be angry if the Marquis knows you use it as a bargaining chip for the competition."

Wu Yichen looked at the weak steamed stuffed bun with disdain and was very confident. "I must teach this little bastard a lesson today. Don't worry, he can't beat me. I can beat him in ten moves with one hand!"

Little steamed stuffed bun didn't know the origin of the sword in Wu Yichen's hand. He was excited when he heard the whispered discussion around him. Even his eyes were eager.

If he gets this artifact, he can protect his mother if he works hard for a few years!