Dijun, your medical concubine has gone against the sky again

Chapter 1163 Regaining the Throne (4)
"Miss Yun..."

Looking at the two people surrounded by the fire ring, Wan Muhan called out anxiously, but his eyes fell upon a certain boss who was standing leisurely by the side watching the play, and his heart settled down again.

"Young Master Ye is so calm, but do you think that Miss Yun will definitely win against that fake heir?"

He asked a lot, and Boss Ye threw him two words: "No."

"That……"

The boss lowered his head and fiddled with the auspicious cloud pattern on his sleeve, his eyes dimmed: "If there is something wrong with her, I will marry another one."

Wan Muhan: "..."

cloud shallow→_→

"Say it again if you have the ability."

"..."

"You are so bold that you dare to be rude to this king. Believe it or not, this king ordered someone to kill you immediately?"

In the flames, the fake heir pointed at Yun Qian and scolded, and Miss Yun raised her eyes and gave him a supercilious look.

"Don't open your mouth and keep your mouth shut to be the king. If you don't piss, see if you have the capital to use these two words. If it is fake, it is fake. Just like a beggar wearing a dragon robe, he is definitely not the emperor."

Ms. Yun sneered, and looked coldly at the fake heir opposite, with obvious irony in her expression.

"I'm too lazy to ask who you are, and I don't want to care who sent you to pretend to be the heir of the Creator God. I'll give you a chance. If you can defeat me, I'll let you go immediately."

"You? Just rely on you?"

The man smiled contemptuously, and his eyes glanced at the boss who was not far away: "If it is him, I might still worry about it, but you, a little girl in the Mahayana stage, dare to yell at me?"

Ms. Yun blinked subconsciously, saying that she despised her?

"Of course it's me." The little girl raised her chin slightly and snorted softly, "Just because you are not worthy of fighting with my husband."

There was a sign of black smoke above the head of the rat-headed man.

"you wanna die."

He cursed angrily, took out his weapon, and attacked Yunqian, ready to strike first.

Yunqian turned sideways, dodging the sword qi that was attacking him, and a cloud of gray-white mist gathered in his palm: "So this is the so-called strong man of the king's realm, and it looks nothing more than that."

She smiled sarcastically, her attitude was very sarcasm, and the face of the man on the opposite side became more and more ugly: "You ignorant brat, you want to die!"

The messy sword energy slashed at her head and face, Yun Qian did not retreat but advanced, and raised her hand directly, the gray-white spiritual power formed a strong shield, blocking all the opponent's attacks.

"No, it's impossible. There is a whole realm gap between me and you. How could you block my attack? You must have cheated and used some magic weapon for protection."

"So what if you use a magic weapon for body protection? Is there any rule on the Chuang Continent that says you can't use a magic weapon to protect yourself during a competition?"

Ms. Yun looked at him with the eyes of a fool: "But I really don't need a magic weapon to deal with you. Even a little girl like me in the Mahayana period can't beat me. You are worthy of being called the God of Creation!" The chosen heir?"

"This king must make you pay the price."

"It's a pity that you don't have such a chance."

Yun Qian threw a harsh word, and with a flick of his body, a gray-white sword energy suddenly swung out.

The man wanted to hide, but he still took a step too late, brushing past his cheek with his strength, leaving a scarlet and glaring bloodstain.

Yun Qian didn't give him time to breathe, Shen Shengjian had already circled behind him, and slapped him hard on the back of the heart with a palm wind.

(End of this chapter)