N-A-A Chapter 544
Chapter 544
"Just poke me, who's afraid of who?"
Yang Jinghong quickly shook his head again, looking up and down at Zhan Yingying.
"With your small body, forget it."
"If I poke you with this shot, you might die!"
Zhan Yingying's beautiful eyes were round, and she sneered:
"Just because you are a short and weak little bean? Believe it or not, I can knock your golden dog head off with a halberd."
Yang Jinghong was furious. He had been invincible on the road of spraying for a long time, but today he met his match.
"Come on, come on, let's fight!"
"This young master must teach you how to be a man, and tell you what "anger" hurts your body!"
Seeing that the two were about to fight, the two adults spoke up at the same time:
"Yingying, shut up!"
"Jinghong, stop making trouble!"
Zhan Yingying and Yang Jinghong looked up at Zhan Doudou and Yang Tingjun at the same time, frowning and saying: "Old bastard (rebellious father), shut up!!"
"Are you teaching me how to do things?" ×2
The two were stunned when they heard the other party shouting the same thing as themselves.
They turned their heads and looked at each other in surprise.
The moment the purple-haired loli and the golden-haired young master looked at each other,
Time seemed to freeze for a moment,
"Why are you imitating my way of speaking!"×2
This time they said it in unison, their fingertips trembled,
"Hmph!"×2
They both snorted unconvinced, quickly turned their heads back, and stopped looking at each other.
On the surface, they seemed as steady as old dogs, but in fact, their emotions were changing, and their hearts were pounding.
In the sky, Yang Tingjun and Zhan Doudou also looked at each other for some reason.
When they looked at each other's eyes, they all shivered with goose bumps.
Turned their heads.
Looking at the strange atmosphere of the golden-haired young master and the purple-haired loli below, they suddenly had an ominous premonition in their hearts.
The young people in society sighed: "It's not that there are too many filial sons, but that there are too many filial sons."
"There are not two kinds of people sleeping in the same bed. If these two are together, they will complement each other. The relatives and elders of the two will suffer a lot. They will directly form a father-worried alliance."
After a little farce, the audience felt a little relaxed.
But when they cast their eyes on the two people on the final stage, they became nervous again.
The exiled young man and the sickly girl stood opposite each other.
Both of them said nothing and stared at each other.
The invisible aura battle seemed to have begun before the audience noticed.
Yang Xiruo smiled softly and said, "It seems that Mr. Luo is very courageous and really doesn't plan to rest and adjust his breath."
Luo Fanchen shook his head and sighed:
"Or, Miss Yang, just vote directly."
"If I don't rest and use my soul skills, you don't seem to have a chance to win."
As soon as this was said, the whole audience was shocked.
"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"
"You want to win the last championship without resting or using soul skills?"
"Brother, you really don't take the female gun god seriously!"
"That's ridiculous."
"How can you win without using anything?"
Yang Tingjun looked unhappy and snorted: "This kid Luo's strength is indeed amazing, but it's a bit arrogant to say so!"
Yang Jinghong was also a little confused. Brother-in-law's joke was too big.
He has already been a traitor.
Remind brother-in-law that sister has a second martial spirit. Is she letting him off for the sake of her brother?
Wow!
Zhan Yingying seemed to be Yang Xiruo's fangirl, full of hostility towards Luo Fanchen, and said dissatisfiedly: "Tsk! Little golden hair, is this the man you admire?"
"You are so crazy."
"I want to see how he wins without using soul skills!"
Yang Jinghong snorted: "You purple-haired girl know nothing, I can only say that you know nothing about my brother-in-law's strength!"
Zhan Yingying shook her head and sneered:
"You kid is simply confused."
"Luo Fanchen consumes so much energy, and he still threatens not to use soul skills. If he can win, I will drink your foot washing water and stand for you to poke. This is totally illogical!"
"Although this young master does not understand logic, I understand the weight of my brother-in-law's words!" Yang Jinghong insisted to the end, with mysterious trust.
Yang Xiruo's beautiful eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. She coughed and smiled lightly:
"It seems that Mr. Luo still has a trump card, which is really amazing."
"A trump card?"
The audience heard the voice and couldn't believe it.
"The female gun god is just guessing. The twin martial souls plus the original martial soul, as well as the Qilin pattern and the soul bone soul ring, have all been consumed. It takes time to restore the soul power. What trump card can there be?"
While the yandere Yang Xiruo was speaking,
slowly untied the moon-white cloak draped over her body, put it into the storage space, bit the hairband ribbon with moist lips, and a pair of white and tender hands lifted the three thousand black hair behind the goose neck and tied a high ponytail.
A pair of soft and beautiful eyes looked at it againTowards Luo Fanchen.
Her delicate temperament faded visibly, replaced by a stern and sharp gaze, a pair of beautiful eyes like a phoenix in the sky, and the sharp light of the spear flowed.
Her soft voice disappeared, replaced by extreme coldness and concentration.
"Mr. Luo, don't underestimate Xiruo."
"What you said before was a bit arrogant."
"If you don't want to hurt your bones and regret losing, then be more serious."
Yang Jinghong's heart was pounding, and she was sweating for Luo Fanchen:
"Sister is angry!"
Tianwu Wang and others didn't understand Luo Fanchen either.
Before the game, he restricted his shooting method. What's the point of angering this girl from the Yang family?
Facing Yang Xiruo's angry eyes, Luo Fanchen was speechless in his heart. He wanted to slap himself twice to wake up, and secretly cursed himself for his old problem of being close to the Tao.
This Yang Xiruo is obviously a two-faced personality.
On the surface, she is a weak and frail Lin Daiyu type.
But deep down, she is confident and arrogant,
and a martial arts madman who is eager to fight against the strong.
For such a girl, if you just lick her like a dog and ask her about her well-being, she will at most say a few polite words of gratitude, but in fact she will think you are annoying and have no feelings.
But if you can be more arrogant than her just right,
you can stimulate her strong desire to fight against you. At this time, you can defeat her in her best place, and the feeling in her heart will be different.
To put it bluntly, it’s just two words: "conquer".
Luo Fanchen glanced around,
and saw that there was no fire in the backyard and no one was jealous, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Why is licking a dog so lame? Because others can see your intentions towards a person at a glance.
What’s so powerful?
You are obviously teasing the other person, but the person involved or even other people can’t see it at all, and they enter your emotional rhythm and mood swings without knowing it.
The morning light was faint, and it fell on the ring.
It reflected on the bodies of handsome men and beautiful women, casting two black oblique shadows.
"Keng——"
Under the gaze of the whole audience,
Seeing that Luo Fanchen did not move, Yang Xiruo frowned and took the lead.
Let the other party know the consequences of despising her.
The slender jade finger pointed out,
The fingertips leaped with thunder, and a thunder spear intent that amazed the whole audience pierced through the air and hit Luo Fanchen's chest in an instant, reaching the extreme speed.
This simple and unpretentious move made the audience fascinated.
Previously, such a finger had already made all the geniuses unable to bear it and were defeated in seconds.
Luo Fanchen had already put on his shirt, with his lapels flying, and raised his right finger to point.
"Bang!"
The thunder spear light exploded, and the smoke dissipated.
Luo Fanchen looked down at his fingertips, and the skin on the fingertips was scratched, but no blood flowed out.
He suddenly exclaimed:
"A finger pointed out by mental power mixed with gun intent?"
"Miss Yang's move is really good, it's amazing."
The audience's mouth twitched: "Awesome, but it only broke your skin?"
In fact, Luo Fanchen was really surprised.
Yang Xiruo's mental power was not inferior to his, and it was even fused with a special gun intent.
It was similar to his move of Shengtong Tianyin.
It's just that Shengtong Tianyin is mental power fused with karma fire.
No wonder the previous Tianjiaos were killed in an instant.
"Swish!"
Qinglian flew out to protect its master on its own, and wanted to help Luo Fanchen heal his fingers.
As a result, the broken skin had healed itself.
The audience suddenly realized a problem.
This guy also has his abnormal healing ability!
The wound can be infinitely healed.
When fighting Huang Yan, he didn't even use the healing ability of Qinglian martial spirit.
What does this mean?
They shuddered suddenly, feeling that this was too terrifying.
Yang Xiruo's eyes were full of gun light, and she acted calmly.
As her fingertips flew, countless purple lightning gun lights penetrated the void and shot out.
They were all a fusion of personal gun intent and mental power,
covering Luo Fanchen all over the sky.
Before activating the martial spirit, he had already demonstrated the style of the last champion.
"Buzz!"
Luo Fanchen's eye pupil opened wide,
and a mixture of pupil power, blood and fire shot out, shattering the thunder gun light.
Thunder and blood and fire scattered in the sky, as if a heavy rain of thunder and fire fell.
"Miss Yang, don't test me."
"With this strength, you can't test me."
Yang Xiruo's sharp eyes flashed. She didn't intend to rely on these to defeat Luo Fanchen, but just wanted to test what Luo Fanchen's hidden trump card was.
She raised her hand and grabbed the void, and the purple lightning and thunder in the void shook and roared.
She slowly grabbed a magical spear surrounded by purple lightning and gathered divine clouds.
What shocked the whole audience was that Yang Xiruo had clearly been releasing the purple lightning divine sky spear with all her strength, but her soul ring was missing.
"Where is the soul ring of the female spear god?""What about the last competition???"
"What's going on!"
Luo Fanchen also keenly sensed something was wrong.
Before he could ask, he saw the figure opposite him was no longer sick, and the moment she held the gun, she looked heroic and cold, and had already raised her gun to kill.
"I want to see what special trump card you have!"
Yang Xiruo raised her gun and swept it, and a gun flower rolled up in the void, like a thunder phoenix spreading its wings and a crouching dragon descending from the sky...