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Chapter 23: The Enemy Meets Each Other


Tianducheng Street.

People were coming and going, and Yun Yaoling was sitting at a small street vendor eating noodles quietly.

While eating, I was thinking about what Ge Lu said when he just left Qian Yaofang.

"Shao Yao, where is the recruitment order?

You walked along this street and ate three large bowls of noodles, but you didn't even see the shadow of the recruitment order."

A Bai said in Yun Yao Ling kept talking plausibly in her mind.

"It should be right in front, Ah Bai, I'm very hungry, wait until I finish eating."

Yun Yaoling slurped down the noodles while communicating with Ah Bai mentally.

In his mind, Abai could only look at Yun Yaoling's delicious food, but couldn't eat anything.

It doesn't matter, when Yao Yao finds the Chaos Blood Body, it will slowly recover.

When it gathers its form, it will definitely eat more than Yao Yao.

Yun Yaoling ate the noodles, and after paying the bill, she kept walking forward, observing the surroundings carefully, looking for the unknown recruitment order.

Suddenly, there was a bang, and she seemed to have bumped into someone.

"You can't walk without your eyesight."

A sharp female voice came from the side.

"Yes."

Yun Yaoling was about to apologize when he suddenly saw the appearance of the person coming.

He suddenly felt disgusted, took back his unfinished words, turned around and left.

"Oh, who do I think you are?

It turns out to be you, a loser.

Tsk, tsk, Yun Yaoling, Yun Yaoling, look at you, you are so downcast that you have become a beggar."

Yun Yaoling saw the woman's face clearly, and the same , the woman naturally recognized Yun Yaoling's appearance, and was about to get angry, but when she saw the familiar scar on Yun Yaoling's right face, she was filled with gloating.

This scar couldn't be more familiar, and this was her A masterpiece that I personally painted on Yun Yaoling's face.

Yun Yaoling suppressed the anger in her heart and remained calm.

She just wanted to leave quickly.

Although she was not the real Yun Yaoling, in Yun Yaoling's memory, this girl named Xue Ruxue was ruthless and despicable.

In terms of realm, when they were on the martial arts stage, their cultivation levels were all at the first level of innateness.

Xue Ruxue was worried that she would lose to Yun Yaling, so she shamelessly used poison to confuse Yun Yaling's senses, making Yun Yaling unable to move.

Then, in front of so many people, she deeply destroyed Yun Yaoling's martial arts. and appearance, and the cruelty of his methods.

Xue Ruxue and Yun Yaoling are both 15 years old, but they are extremely jealous of Yun Yaoling.

Yun Yaoling was dressed in men's clothing, and Xue Ruxue could recognize him from afar.

She also gave in to this persistent jealousy.

Although Yun Yaoling has the hatred of her original self in her heart, she is a modern person after all, and she is not yet capable of killing with bare hands.

"Yun Yaoling, stop for me."

Seeing that Yun Yaoling dared to ignore her, Xue Ruxue's delicate little face suddenly turned ferocious, and she jumped in front of Yun Yaoling, blocking her way.

The passers-by around were ordinary people, so naturally they wouldn't help, so they all walked away.

Suddenly, Yun Yaoling and Xue Ruxue were the only ones left in this place.

Yun Yaoling held back the hatred that came from her body, and looked coldly at Xue Ruxue, who was gloating in front of her, "Miss Xue, if you appear here alone, you are not afraid that Sister Yunyu will take this opportunity to steal your Helian "Master" The reason why Xue Ruxue was so jealous of Yun Yaoling was simply because of Yun Yaoling's appearance and that scumbag He Lianyu.

And her cheap eldest sister seems to like that scumbag too.

In this case, they should just fight each other.

"What do you mean?"

When Xue Ruxue heard Yun Rangling's words, her eyes darkened, and a trace of doubt flashed in her heart, "You little bitch, you still covet my brother Helian."

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