Yang Jian disdains to fight with women.

But he is really a person who is easily provoked.

Especially, seeing her as a leisurely little girl, she was so fierce and brave that she was terrifying when she fought monsters. The contrast was too big, which made him want to try it out a bit.

"Careful, will you fight?" Ruan Ling made a provocative gesture.

Alas, it's so annoying to deal with a gentleman.

If it were a villain, he would have done it long ago.

Yang Jian looked solemn, put away his three sharp swords and said, "I, Yang Jian, never bully women. I will fight you with bare hands. If you can take my three moves, I will lose."

Ruan Ling smiled: "Yang Erlang is so arrogant."

Yang Jian looked at her calmly.

Ruan Ling said: "I can even fight your master. Can you still take your three moves?"

Yang Jian said calmly: "Who told you that the master must be better than me?"

Ruan Ling looked at him: "Isn't it? Otherwise, how can you be your master?"

"Has Queen Ming never heard a saying that the best is better than the best?"

"I don't believe you have reached the realm of a saint."

"High level does not mean that the combat effectiveness is strong." Yang Jian took a step back slightly, raised his right hand, and said openly, "Mr. Underworld, please."

Ruan Ling said: "It was you who said it, three tricks."

She didn't ask what to do if he regretted it.

Yang Jian will not go back on his word.

Whatever he says is what he says.

This is also the reason why Ruan Ling is willing to compete with him.

She jumped up, tied up the immortal rope with her left hand, and had an evil-proof sword with her right hand. A ball of earth core lotus in her palm turned into a fire dragon, and three lights rushed towards Yang Jian together.

Yang Jian didn't expect her to be fierce.

But he is a figure who can tie the battle with the Battle of Fighting and Fighting Buddha.

Although he was a little embarrassed, he still avoided it safely.

Ruan Ling took three magic weapons as soon as she took action, but she failed to take Erlang Shen. She was also surprised at his strength.

Ruan Ling put away the immortal rope and the evil-repelling sword, rolled around and turned into a red dragon.

Yang Jian's expression also became solemn.

No matter who you are, when facing a one-stop, you can no longer maintain a lofty attitude.

One man and one dragon were shocking, and it had already exceeded three moves.

But they all exasperated and no one was willing to give in first.

Booming, there were bombings everywhere.

The red figure of the red dragon kept rolling and kicking Yang Jian away. Yang Jian flew back and beat her up again.

Each of them suffered a lot of injuries.

Ruan Ling had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and Yang Jian's head was even more bleeding.

It actually took a draw, and no one could win, and no one could lose.

Although they were fighting lively, they did not use their best skills.

Ruan Ling’s most powerful thing is Zhulong’s original magical power, but Yang Jian has not used his magic weapon yet.

At the end of the fight, both of them were exhausted.

They landed on the ground, one sitting and the other kneeling on one knee, all panting and looking ugly.

Both sides suffered losses.

Ruan Ling's long hair was messy, her face was swollen, and her skirt was torn.

Yang Jian was even more miserable. His armor was scattered and his hair was pulled off by Ruan Ling.

He touched his head, and his nostrils were so angry that he exhaled: "It's not a fight between a shrew in the world, but he still pulls his hair!"

"Is my hair messy?" Ruan Ling picked up a stone and smashed it in his face, "My skirt is also broken, Yang Jian, you are such a man!"

Yang Jian looked at her and suddenly said nothing.

To be fair, although this queen of the underworld is embarrassed, she is still beautiful.

He thought to himself, if he was such a gentleman, he would have long since had other men made any wrong ideas.

He was scolded for not being a man.

Death unjustly.

But, thinking of her fierce appearance when she became a dragon...

Yang Jian shook his head hurriedly again.

This woman who is a hundred times stronger than a tigress can probably bear it only the ice cube of Pluto.
Chapter completed!