Hu Xiaomei came on the court and gave the spectator who had no motivation another shot of a heart-warming shot, and the entire competition venue was boiling.

And the one who feels happiest is Wo Yonghe.

He grinned and almost made his mouth squint.

I really wanted to sleep, so someone sent a pillow.

Such a weak little woman can be so capable, she is afraid of being hurt by the wind.

Everyone also thought that this woman would not have much ability.

But such a delicate woman is usually afraid of melting when she holds it in her mouth, and she is afraid of falling when she holds it in her hands. She can still let her fight. Xiao Yuqing, the village chief of this novice village, is willing to let her go up and experience it. She really doesn't know how to be merciful.

Many people feel sorry for her, but it’s such a pity that she has followed such a man.

However, they didn't know that this beautiful woman had more than two hundred men who looked like wolves and tigers under her. They all respected her and had no indecisive thoughts.

This is not because of her appearance, but because of her strong strength and means.

If Wo Yonghe over there knew this, he would probably not have thought of pitying the fragrance and sacrificing the jade.

At this moment, he was grinning and was having fun.

Even a master like Haiwu was caught off guard. He couldn't see the real situation of Hu Xiaomei. He also regarded Xiaomei as a rookie who was just a beginner.

After all, people in some realms walk soundly and are particularly calm.

However, Xiaomei's walking gives people a feeling of being light and fluttering.

Such people basically have no level of status.

Although his judgment is correct, it only applies to those who practice according to regular methods, and not to wizards like Xiaomei who gain abilities through special methods.

As everyone was watching, Xiaomei came to the center of the venue gracefully.

At this time, Haiwu and Wo Yonghe were very close to her. Through the thin veil, they could vaguely see delicate facial features, a typical beauty.

Haiwu said to her a little unbearable: "Little girl, this kind of place is not something that you should have as delicate girls as you. Listen to my advice. In this case, you go down and change to another man."

Xiaomei spread her hands and responded helplessly: "Thank you for your kindness, sir. It's just that my master said. I must listen, otherwise, the master should be angry."

The master she said was naturally Xiao Yuqing, and the young master was naturally Long Xiaoguo. It was just that Haiwu was confused when he heard it, so how could he know what she was talking about?

Seeing that she refused to retreat, Haiwu was the referee and had no power to force the player to leave the field, so he could only say that.

The opposite side also said carelessly: "Little girl, don't worry, I will definitely not take any heavy measures. Let's just gesture for a few times, and you'll go down."

Xiaomei smiled slightly, her eyes narrowed into a slit, and she sang and said, "Thank you, sir, if it's convenient, please jump off the ring after you start."

Before Wo Yonghe could think about it carefully, he replied casually: "You can do whatever you say."

Then he realized that he jumped down and said that he would give in directly? Isn’t that the little girl really bad?

But until this time, he didn't feel that Xiaomei could threaten him.

At this time, the audience had been waiting for a long time, and was a little impatient, and there were commotions around them.

Haiwu knew that he couldn't talk nonsense anymore, otherwise the audience would blame him as the referee again after a while.

So he raised his palm and stroked it suddenly to signal the start of the game.

However, this game is different from the past. In the past, the game started and both sides rushed forward.

And this time, neither of them moved. Wo Yonghe was embarrassed to start, while Xiaomei was valuing her identity and maintaining her image. She didn't want to destroy her perfect image in the hearts of Xiao Yuqing and Long Xiaoguo.

The audience below waited for a while and saw that the two of them did not move.

They were also speechless. What is this? It is about fighting, not about endurance. What is the matter if both of them stand still?

Some of them are impatient, and they all shouted:

"What are you doing? If you don't work, hurry up and go down one, or just fight."

"That's right, no matter what, we need a result. Can you still win or lose while standing like this?"

Wo Yonghe doesn't care about that much. He is a man, now he is a little unable to attack a weak woman. If he really takes action first, the label he bullies the woman in the future will not be removed, so he is waiting for the other party to take action first.

Xiaomei waved her arms slowly, pulled out the jade flute from her waist, and placed it gently beside her mouth.

Then the melodious sound of the flute came out, and the irritation of everyone present began to fade slowly, and they all felt a little calm.

It seems that the murderous aura here has completely disappeared. This is not a competition venue, but a mountain village and pastoral countryside, surrounded by mountains, flowing water, singing and dancing, butterflies flying, wind and green smoke...

Even Wo Yonghe was also. He seemed to see his parents and relatives, waving to him one by one, wanting to hug him.

This scene made him forget everything and what he was doing. He actually ran to the edge of the ring without hesitation and jumped directly.

When his feet hit the ground, the sound of the flute came to an abrupt end, and everyone came back to their senses from the dream.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Why do I seem to see the small trees in my hometown?"

"Yes, it's so sweet and so warm."

"Hey, is the game over? How did that guy get out?"

...

At this time, everyone came to their senses and remembered that they were watching the game, not taking a hot spring bath.

Where did you hit just now?

By the way, it was a beauty who played the flute just now, and then everyone was in a daze.

Why is that Wo Yonghe under the ring?

Just now, most people regarded Xiaomei as a harmless weak woman, but they were all hit.

The sound of Xiaomei's flute was introduced into the fantasy. Fortunately, Xiaomei didn't want to hurt people, but just wanted Wu Yonghe to jump off the ring. There was not much lethality in the sound of the flute.

Otherwise, it would look good now, and thousands of people were all imagining.

Haiwu, who was closest to him, was also hit. When he woke up, he was also scared.

Fortunately, this is on the ring, and the opponent's target is not him, otherwise, he wouldn't even know how he died.

Although this woman is delicate, she is very weird and knows magic.

Wo Yonghe jumped up again.

"No, it doesn't count. She agreed to fight, but she didn't do it, so I can't count it as losing!!"

When the masses heard the voice of Wo Yonghe, they also reacted, yes, I can't just forget it, this involves money.

This result is very important to many people.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!