After marrying, I spoiled His Majesty the Holy Monarch

Chapter 392

Seeing this, Yuan Qingmu didn't panic, and he couldn't panic. The speed of seal formation on his hands was getting faster and faster, and his spiritual power was concentrated in the chess wall, and then he pushed forward fiercely——

"boom!"

The force of the strong collision exploded with a bang, and a burst of flames erupted on the spot. Yuan Qingmu and the baby-faced youth stepped back a certain distance.

After a while, the flames gradually faded, the two forces canceled each other out, and the sky returned to calm.

The baby-faced young man stared at this scene with great interest, and couldn't help licking his lips, feeling a little interesting.

He was calm and composed, but Yuan Qingmu was not feeling well. The blow just now had consumed a lot of his spiritual power, but he still acted as if nothing had happened on the surface, and his opponent couldn't tell the truth.

This time, Yuan Qingmu decided to take the initiative to attack, took a deep breath, and with a flash of his own body, he attacked the baby-faced youth.

He obviously can't fight spiritual power, so it's better to switch to close combat, which may have a chance.

The young man immediately understood Yuan Qingmu's intentions, but he didn't care, because it happened that he hadn't had fun with anyone for a long time.

He couldn't take advantage of people with bare hands, so he took the knife back.

"Bang bang bang..."

The collision between pure strength and strength, the friction between muscles, the two fought inseparably for a while.

After playing for some time, Yuan Qingmu's movements became obviously slow, but the baby-faced young man was still full of interest, as if he was playing.

I have to say that this kind of gap is a test of mentality. Yuan Qingmu also understands that his loss is doomed, but he still wants to hold on for a while.

Nan Jiuli and the others didn't stop him, choosing to respect his decision.

Another punch hit Yuan Qingmu's face. At this moment, his face was covered with bruises and purples. I don't know if the other party did it on purpose, but he specially greeted him with his face.

In fact, the baby-faced young man was a bit suspicious, after all, he liked to see his own achievements.

He couldn't see the hit on his body because it was covered by his clothes, so it was still the most conspicuous and prettiest on his face.

Thinking about it, the baby-faced youth felt that this was not beautiful enough, and then greeted his face with a fist.

The teammates of Ling Yuan's team said that they didn't see it, the junior brother had a bad taste again, and the junior brother and their aesthetics were also different.

It is estimated that this will somehow admire how beautiful the pig's face is.

Anyway, teammates know teammates well. The baby-faced youth really looked at Yuan Qingmu's face from side to side, and muttered, "It's still not pretty enough."

At this time, Nan Jiuli also noticed the unusual operation of the baby-faced youth. This is not fighting, it is purely playing with people!
Frowning, Nan Jiuli said to Yuan Qingmu via voice transmission: "Qing Mu, there is no need to fight anymore, just admit defeat."

After all, the opponent is so playful and doesn't take the battle seriously at all. For Qing Mu, training is of little significance.

It's not that there is a tendency to be masochistic, so it's better to stop here.

Even though Yuan Qingmu was a little reconciled, he also understood that it was really meaningless to persevere.

So, without further hesitation, he said word by word: "I-admit-defeat."

After the words fell, the baby-faced youth obviously had more to say, and he still wanted to fight again.

Fortunately, at this time, the leader of the Lingyuan team spoke, "Junior brother, since he has surrendered, you can come back."

Hearing this, the baby-faced youth curled his lips, and could only take back the power he had accumulated unhappily.

"I see, it's boring." After answering, he retreated to the team.

Yuan Qingmu also returned to the ground, "Sorry, I lost."

"It's okay, just do your best, you go to heal first." Nan Jiuli patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "Leave the rest to us."

Yuan Qingmu nodded and didn't say any more, it's better to heal his wounds first and prepare for the next battle.

(End of this chapter)