The Anarchic Consort Chapter 120: His Royal Highness Attacks
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What's the situation? ! ! !
Don't talk about the people watching the excitement in the audience, even the judges are blinded.
The son means that he made that "umbrella"!
The elder's eyes opened, the boss asked incredulously: "My son, this..."
"I made this martial arts, and the rest were made by masters of various schools." Jing Wushuang coughed softly, held his breath, and smiled gently: "So Miss Helian, Helen Weiwei is the winner!"
Impossible!
Everyone is arguing, how is this possible! ?
How could Master Wushuang’s work of closing the mountain be an "umbrella"! ?
This made the warriors who came purely to watch Wuxiu completely irritable!
What the hell!
So dignified martial arts will fool people?
It's said that the awesome martial arts master!
The elder looked at the red-eyed warriors in the audience, and suddenly panicked. He had not encountered such a situation.
Originally, he wanted to invite Master Wushuang over so that he could support the martial arts society.
But now, where is this supporting the scene, this is clearly smashing the scene!
Faced with the doubts from the audience, Jing Wushuang did not speak, but took the umbrella from Helian Weiwei's hand and pressed it sideways.
The umbrella is gone!
It's completely gone!
I haven't waited for everyone to recover.
Only hearing a pop, the umbrella appeared again, with a faint light, spinning into a sharp long knife!
Everyone watched this scene dumbfounded.
Jing Wu Bilingual spoke to the person behind him indifferently: "Bo Liang, use your five-stage martial arts to attack me."
"But son, your body..." Uncle Liang frowned worriedly. The son's body was already poor, and he had been on the road for two days. After this punch, he was really afraid that the son would suffer. Can't help.
"Nothing." Jing Wushuang's face remained unchanged.
But Helian Weiwei was clearly aware of the hesitation in it. She had heard rumors about Jing Wushuang more or less. It was nothing more than wealth and fate, and Tian was jealous of talents.
Since his birth, he possessed the martial arts talent most envied by all people in the world.
However, due to his physical limitations, he will never be able to use Wuxiu.
Helianweiwei's eyes flashed, she paced to Jing Wufang, and chuckled her lips slightly: "Give me the umbrella and let Liang Bo attack me."
She has probably guessed what this person wants to prove to everyone.
Jing Wushuang's eyes lit up.
Next, he reached out and passed the umbrella over.
The man sitting in the elegant seat looked at this scene, and his deep eyes seemed to be impressed with coldness.
It seems that it is time to tell his prey.
He doesn't like it very much, someone touches something that belongs to him...
The tip of the tongue swept across the thin lips, and the man lifted the corner of one side of his mouth, and his long ink hair fell down, there was a heart-pounding hostility...
The red-haired man's scalp was numb by his smile, and he continued to stretch out his paws and scratched the floor, but he saw Helian Weiwei who was standing on the stage stretched out his hand, and the black umbrella was drawn out Shouldn't the silver light appear here.
That's it?
The red-haired man raised his eyebrows and looked at the things that came out of the spiritual forest.
This is interesting!
"Uncle Liang, come on." Helian Weiwei gently curled her lips and smiled, holding the handle of the umbrella in her hand.
Uncle Liang didn't hesitate this time, his palms gathered and he slapped in the direction of Helian Weiwei!
Just a bang!
Helian Weiwei was holding an umbrella, her figure did not move even when she moved. All of the attack power, the invisible barrier supported by the umbrella, slowly opened, and he bounced back heavily!
Everyone was stunned, and took a breath!
Screams of surprise swept the entire venue.
"Cow!"
"If I can have such a martial artist, I will designate the world to be invincible!"
"You deserve to be Wushuang Young Master, that's amazing!"
Compliments are like tides and waters, but no one knows. At this moment, even Jing Wushuang's heart was filled with surprise.
When he made the "Thousand Chance Umbrella", he only created its ability to resist, and could not rebound.
But now...
Jing Wushuang lowered his eyes and fixed his gaze on the girl who was smiling as if she had suddenly understood something, her pupils suddenly tightened.
It's her!
She changed the martial nature of the "Thousand Chance Umbrella"!
On the basis of defense, an anti-attack capability is added.
And the "Thousand Chance Umbrella" is willing to make changes.
That means that the "Thousand Chance Umbrella" has begun to recognize the master...
Jing Wushuang's clenched hand slowly loosened, his eyes were faint, is this Helian Weiwei really still a famous waste in the capital?
She has more than just this little ability.
To master the performance of the "Thousand Chance Umbrella" so quickly, in addition to being familiar with martial arts, you also need to possess unfathomable martial arts.
In the legend, these things are all Helian Weiwei shouldn't have.
"It's a good thing." Helian Weiwei took the umbrella with her side hand.
The umbrella gave out a faint light as if responding to her.
"Good." Helian Weiwei smiled: "I should return you to your master."
Jing Wushuang looked at her, regaining his usual gentleness: "It’s now the owner is you. You won this martial arts competition."
This time, the venue was exceptionally quiet.
No one said anything, because the facts are there.
Helian Weiwei indeed selected the most amazing Wu Xiu in this venue!
The Helian Jiaoer, who they were looking forward to most, lost...
At that moment, Helian Jiao'er's face became extremely ugly, her hands under her long sleeves were unbearably clenched, but she had to hold her back and wait for the end of the conference.
Helian Weiwei's victory is like a slap in her face.
Why that mean woman has such good luck!
The aristocratic young masters who lost a large sum of silver were also a little surprised. They turned around and looked at Murong Changfeng who was sitting next to them: "My son, when did this woman play with Wu Xiu? Do you know?"
"It was just that she was wrong for a while." Murong Changfeng calmed his eyes and slowly clenched his hands. Of course he didn't know, if he knew... Maybe he...
No possibility!
Like he said, she was only right momentarily!
Murong Changfeng looked at the audience, his jaw tucked tightly.
The princes were not in the mood to wonder if Helian Weiwei was wrong for a while, they only knew that they would lose miserably this time, hey!
On the other side, elegant rooms with exquisite decoration.
The red-haired man looked at the master who suddenly put down the teacup, and raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Master, don't we see the end? "
The man did not answer his words, but slowly evoked a demon-cool arc, giving people a faint taste of black belly: "It's time to close the net."
"What kind of network do you receive?" The redhead hasn't reacted from the scene just now.
The man slowly straightened his sleeves, and said every word: "Catch the fox's net."
After finishing speaking, the man stood up, wearing a white fur cloak, his sleeves slightly raised, and the ice was extremely cold. Within a hundred meters, no one dared to approach half a step.
It’s not the third prince Baili Jiajue who has the charm of such a fairy posture, but who else...