Transmigrated Doctor Princess

Luo Jiuhuang: "ha ha ha." Big brother, you're awesome.

Luo Jiuhuang didn't expect that the first day she came back, it would be like this, but she didn't want to.

Shenmu liquor, the pit goods!

"Brother Xiao, why don't we all summon our own spirit beasts?" Xiaohu's ability is sure to defeat Xiaomo.

It's not that she's timid. Even if she's fighting at a higher level, it's not such a tactic, is it? There is so much difference that there is no comparability at all.

Xiao Mo sternly refused: "no, I want to compete with you."

Luo Jiuhuang: "you are cruel!

When I surpass you one day, I will put you underground!

Luo Jiuhuang looked at death as if she were at home: "come on!"

It's a knife to stretch one's head, and it's a knife to shrink one's head. Die early, live early.

Xiao Mo's weapon is a big knife. His moves are not cumbersome. It's killing!

Luo Jiuhuang should frown, she has no chance to fight back.

This is the gap of strength!

"Ah, master, here you are!"

Xiao Mo turns back and is found a gap by Luo Jiuhuang. He says: "the second formula of the Ninth World God is the annihilation of all souls!"

Xiao Mo finds that he has been trapped by Luo Jiuhuang, and immediately uses his own mysterious skill: "lingmiedao!"

Two hot rays collide with each other, forming a strong wind.

"Bang!"

Xiao Mo stepped back, while Luo Jiuhuang stepped back more than ten steps.

If it wasn't for the magic formula of the ninth world, she might not have been able to do it at all.

However, she seems to feel the Xuanqi on her body is more boiling, maybe she can take this opportunity to break through!

"Come again!"

Xiao Mo is also aroused interest, should say: "good!"

Chu TianKuo has been looking at the two people on the stage like a fool. He tentatively asks LAN Xuan, "Hey, you and little martial uncle have known each other for the longest time. Is she human?"

I can't believe I can fight under Xiaomo.

LAN Xuan stares at Xiao Mo: "you are not human. Your family is not human."

Chu TianKuo made a gesture of surrender. Can't he admit defeat? Another little fan of Luo Jiuhuang.

On the stage, although Luo Jiuhuang has not been Xiao Mo's opponent, she has always used her own method to break through by Xiao mo.

Compared with Xiao Mo, he looks at nothing.

LAN Xuan under the stage looks at the injured Luo Jiuhuang, clenches her fist, and her face is not very good.

Chu TianKuo found LAN Xuan's abnormality: "Lan Xuan, are you really interested in the little martial uncle?" The look in her eyes is exactly the way a man looks at a woman.

It's not easy to be wrong.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" The blue Xuan is not polite to say.

No, it seems to be true in nine cases out of ten.

Chu TianKuo looks at LAN Xuan thoughtfully. He didn't expect that this boy would like people.

On the stage, Luo Jiuhuang has been covered with injuries, but still insists: "come again."

Xiao Mo frowns. For the first time, he feels that it's not good, but Luo Jiuhuang asks for it, and he can't refuse.

Xiao Mo once again used his mysterious skill: "spirit destroying sword!"

"The ninth divine formula, the second form, wanlingmie!"

"Click." Luo Jiuhuang's knife broke into two pieces.

"It's really worthy of being a big elder martial brother. Even a little elder martial uncle is not his opponent."

"Of course, elder martial brother is the seventh level of Qingxuan."

"But the younger martial uncle is also very powerful. He can do so many moves under the elder martial brother."

"Don't you see that although the elder martial brother is fierce, he has never been fierce? If the elder martial brother really works hard, the younger martial uncle will be defeated in one move. "

Luo Jiuhuang listens to the following words and is silent. What they say is right. Xiao Mo doesn't give her a hard hand. Although she looks at the move, she just takes Rou and won't be fatal.

But now she has no weapons of her own and her body has reached its limit.

"Brother Xiao, let's compare the mysterious skills." Luo Jiuhuang throws away the broken sword.

Her mysterious skill has been staying in the second style for some time. Maybe we can see if we can break through it.

Xiao Mo: "good." He conveniently put his big knife into the space ring."Come on."

Luo Jiuhuang's lips are slightly crooked. In her present situation, she can use them twice at most. She should make good use of them.

All of a sudden, Luo Jiuhuang rose up in the air: "the ninth divine formula, the second form, wanlingmie!"

A red light, fast, fierce, accurate attack to Xiao Mo, menacing.

"Lingmiedao!" Xiao Mo's mysterious skills are not to be outdone.

"Poof." Luo nine Huang chest congestion finally can't help but vomit out.

Xiao Mo walked quickly to Luo Jiuhuang: "I'll take you to rest."

Although he wants to compete with Luo Jiuhuang, he will not take advantage of others' danger.

Luo Jiuhuang raised her eyes and said with a smile: "nothing, come again."

Xiao Mo frowned, but Luo Jiuhuang said so, and he didn't know what to say, just said: "good."

LAN Xuan nervously looks at the stage, for fear that Luo Jiuhuang has nothing but an accident.

"Come on." Luo Jiuhuang looks at Xiao Mo with a smile.

She had already felt the barrier of Lvxuan four steps, just a little bit.

"The ninth divine formula, the second form, wanlingmie!"

"Lingmiedao!"

The two powerful lights collided with each other, not inferior at all.

Xiao Mo is forced to step back three steps, while Luo Jiuhuang is directly thrown out.

"Jiuhuang!"

"Little martial uncle!"

Jungu also rushes over, but it's too late to catch Luo Jiuhuang.

Luo Jiuhuang is too tired now, just like a broken kite.

Suddenly a white haired man appeared in the air. He came by the wind and hugged Luo Jiuhuang: "you are always so wayward."

Snow no war said quite helpless, and a little angry, but at the thought of this girl's temperament, also calm.

"Brother Wushang, here you are." Luo Jiuhuang was warm when she saw snow Wushang, which she had not seen for a long time.

Xue Wushang nodded gently: "well."

Snow without war holding Luo nine Huang slowly fall to the ground, go to Jun Gu.

The bottom is already boiling.

"Who is this man with white hair?"

"I don't know. I've never heard of such a person."

"But it seems that he knows little martial uncle. He's holding him all the time."

"Yes, my little martial uncle is so happy."

Luo Jiuhuang listened to the discussion below and thought of their present appearance: "brother Wushang, please let me down."

Snow has no Shang to stare one eye disorderly move of Luo nine Huang: "you still can move now?"

Luo Jiuhuang lowers her head like a child who has made a mistake.

Well, she can't really move now.

"Mr. President." Snow without war went to Jun Gu in front of politely called a sentence.

Jun Gu looked at his injured baby apprentice and this mysterious white haired man, and he was a little confused for a moment.

Isn't the fiance of her baby apprentice the master of the night domain? Who is this man?

"This young master, don't know how to call him?" Jun Gu is full of respect.

He can't feel the strength of Xue Wushang, and from his temperament, he must not be a layman!