The villain sister became the white moonlight of the male protagonist

Chapter 337 Cultivation is not enough, weapons come to make up

The second match was not as the Pei family thought, and the Jian family was not their opponent.

What they were facing was a small family with little influence, surnamed Hua.

The contestants in the Hua family team are not high-level, but they are very unified. They are all in the middle stage of the transformation of the gods, so weak that everyone in the Pei family team finds it incredible.

"This time, we will adopt a one-on-one competition system. In terms of fighting alone, how can they be our opponents?"

Pei Zhiyuan felt that he could easily kick his opponent off the field.

"Although it looks like your cultivation level is low, you still have to be cautious," Pei Ming reminded him lightly, "Otherwise, we will be held back."

"???"

Hearing this, Pei Zhiyuan expressed shock.

How can it be?

Will he hold back?
He has already broken through to the peak of the God Transformation Realm, how could he not beat the mid-term?

Although he thought so in his heart, Pei Zhiyuan still listened to Pei Ming's words.

"Don't worry, Young Master Ming," Pei Zhiyuan put away the joke on his face, and promised with a serious expression: "I promise, I will definitely beat the opponent down with one move."

Pei Ming: "."

"Looking at it yourself, if you lose, you will be miserable."

Pei Zhiyuan was full of confidence: "Absolutely not!"

however.

After waiting for his opponent to play, Pei Zhiyuan was dumbfounded.

A big hammer weighing two hundred catties was placed in the center of the competition field.

"..."

Brother, this weapon, are you serious?
He looked down at the long sword in his hand.

Weak and helpless.

Pei Zhiyuan was really sure that if he was accidentally hit by this big hammer, he might fly thousands of miles away, the kind that he couldn't even see his shadow.

"A child of the Hua family, Hua Rulan will fight."

It was said that Pei Zhiyuan just came back to his senses when he saw his opponent Hua Rulan suddenly raised the big hammer and asked the referee with a relaxed expression: "May I start now?"

Pei Zhiyuan: "..."

Scared.

Obviously, it was also the first time for the referee to see a sledgehammer weighing two hundred catties, and he was a little speechless in shock. It was only when he was reminded that the referee came back to his senses: "I announce that the competition has officially begun!"

"it is good!"

Hua Rulan's expression was so excited that Pei Zhiyuan couldn't help feeling vigilant: "Let's do it."

What responded to him was the big hammer in Hua Rulan's hand.

As soon as the hammer came down, almost even the entire competition field was shaken.

The spectators under the test field were stunned for a moment.

Even Xu Miaomiao couldn't help worrying: "That big hammer looks very powerful, will Pei Zhiyuan be able to handle it?"

"don’t worry."

Pei Ye rubbed her head, and said softly, "Pei Zhiyuan will win."

Xu Miaomiao: "Really?"

Pei Ye: "Well, really."

After all, sometimes, cultivation is as important as wisdom.

Pei Zhiyuan was good at body skills, and the abundant spiritual power in his body surged crazily. In just an instant, he had quietly appeared behind Hua Rulan.

But Hua Rulan is not stupid either, she didn't even look behind, and just swung the big hammer back with her backhand——

"Boom" sound.

The violent wind almost knocked Pei Zhiyuan away.

Fortunately, he stabilized his figure in time.

Inexplicably feel aggrieved.

Pei Zhiyuan thought he had played so many games, but he had never experienced the feeling of being beaten and helpless.

With a cold face, Pei Zhiyuan raised his sword and jumped over the big hammer, landing in front of Hua Rulan, approaching step by step.

Pei Zhiyuan held the long sword horizontally in front of his body, a surge of spiritual power poured out of his palm, and slowly injected it into the long sword.

He sneered, with wanton arrogance: "This time, it's my turn to make a move."

　good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)