"Mr.
Bamboo" had an uncertain look on his face.
Although Mr.
Zhu is from the demon world, he doesn't care about worldly affairs and doesn't buy into anyone's fault, so people in the human world don't regard him as their enemy.
However, the young palace master obviously knows more information and knows that he is the maker of the magic quenching clothes.
Yun Yanli has always wanted to attack the Demon Realm, but he suffers from the extreme shortage of Demon Tempering Clothes.
His people can only enter a few spies, but a large group of people cannot enter at all.
Therefore, the demon world is the only place that Yun Yanli cannot conquer.
The little palace master once transformed into a spy and entered the demon world.
He saw the green side of Zhu Du from a distance, so he recognized it as soon as he saw it.
Her heart skipped a beat.
If she could catch Mr.
Bamboo and force him to make a large number of magic quenching clothes, there would be no need to worry about not being able to break into the demon world.
She waved her hand, and four of her subordinates surrounded the carriage in the shape of a cross: "Mr.
Zhu is not in the demon world, so what does he want to do when he comes to the human world?"
Zhu Duqing frowned slightly.
He didn't often walk in the human world.
He didn't expect that someone would recognize him as soon as he saw him.
He is very arrogant, and it doesn't matter if he is recognized: "I can go wherever I want, and what does it have to do with you.
Since you have heard of my name, you should know how powerful I am, and get out of here."
Naturally, the little palace mistress was not easily scared off.
She smiled and said, "I have long admired Mr.
Zhu's name.
I have a chance to meet him today.
I am going to ask for some advice.
I hope Mr.
Zhu will give you some advice."
A pair of Emei thorns appeared in the palm of his hand, and with a slight wave, a bright ray of light came towards Zhu Duqing.
Zhu Duqing's eyes flashed.
He liked to fight, but there were very few people who could beat him.
Most of them were beaten to the point of crying and hid when they saw him.
So he cherished every opportunity to fight, so when he saw the little palace master showing his weapon, he knew that this was a great opportunity for a fight, and his eyes lit up habitually.
But after a few exchanges of blows, he finally remembered that the three broken ribs on his chest were not yet ready for fighting, so he was not suitable for fighting.
The little palace master's moves are strange, his footwork is strange, and his speed is extremely fast.
Zhu Duqing's chest hurt after just a little exercise, and her movements were much slower.
And because her spiritual power was greatly reduced, she was no match for the little palace master.
In less than a quarter of an hour of fighting, the little palace master cut her clothes.
Exposing a large piece of white breasts Zhu Duqing was angry and backed away a few feet: "You bastard, how dare you tease me because you see how handsome I am?"
The young palace master ignored him and continued to attack him.
She wanted to capture the opponent alive, not let him run around naked Zhu Duqing was forced back by her.
While they were fighting, a thin voice suddenly came from his ears: "Get out of your position."
The voice belonged to Gu Xijiu.
Zhu Duqing followed the words and just avoided the killing move of the little palace master.
"Insert Kun position obliquely."
Zhu Duqing made a mistake and took another step.
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In just two steps, he turned to the empty door of the little palace master.
He immediately took action and stabbed out with a sword.
Although the little palace master dodged in time, the sword edge grazed her neck and almost cut off her head, shocking her into a cold sweat.
She didn't expect Zhu Duqing's two moves to be so clever, but she didn't take it to heart and pounced on him again.
"Take the redemption position" "Overdone position"
"" Gu Xijiu's voice continued to reach Zhu Duqing's ears.
Zhu Duqing's body was like a swinging willow, moving left and right, and the angle of her footwork was always just right.
Either she avoided the killing move of the little palace master, or she gave her a cold blow. sword: