Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1480
Chapter 1480: Chapter 1469: Xu Qiao'er is Really Anxious, Will It Lead to Anyone's Death?_1 Chapter 1480: Chapter 1469: Xu Qiao'er is Really Anxious, Will It Lead to Anyone's Death?_1 “Gu Yuan, Gu Yuan….”
“It's Senior Brother Gu Yuan's turn to compete.”
People watching the match, attracted by the screams, rushed towards the adjacent Martial Arts Arena, the surging crowd making Gu Yuan's figure unstable.
Someone from behind forcefully pushed him, and the already unsteady person toppled forward, unluckily bringing down Xu Qiao'er with him.
Both of them fell to the ground, stacked on top of each other, maintaining an ambiguous position for a few seconds.
After a moment, Xu Qiao'er reacted, screamed, and then slapped him twice in the face.
Pei Qingyu's cheeks stung, bearing two bright red handprints as if stung by a scorpion. He bounced up from the ground and ran off like the wind.
“Pei Qingyu, you stop right there!”
Xu Qiao'er was both embarrassed and angry, and seeing him slipping away so quickly made her even angrier. She gritted her teeth, got up from the ground, and chased after him.
“Now there's a good show to watch.”
Shitou, Wang Meng, and Feng Yi happened to witness this scene, all showing teasing expressions on their faces.
Shitou grinned: “That Pei Qingyu, always smooth-talking, but when facing real trouble, he's a coward, always being chased around.”
Wang Meng was worried: “If Xu Qiao'er is really angry, would she kill him?”
Feng Yi didn't care: “He's thick-skinned, a beating won't kill him.”
“You two.”
Shitou clicked his tongue twice and looked at his two Senior Brothers with an expressionless face: “No wonder no girls like you blockheads.”
“Is he mocking us?”
Feng Yi listened with displeasure, raising his eyebrows in annoyance.
“Beat him up!”
Wang Meng clenched his fists a few times, clearly showing his threatening intent.
“Hmph, don't be jealous.”
Shitou quietly retreated: “I'll say it here, you two are bound to be single for life. If you don't believe me, come back in a hundred years and see if I'm right.”
“This guy needs to be disciplined.”
Feng Yi's face darkened, a flash of light in his right hand, and the Mystic Ice Bow appeared in his palm.
Wang Meng summoned the Lightning Hammer and swung it to enlarge.
“Master, they're bullying me together again.”
Shitou craftily pretended Master was behind him and howled loudly. Taking advantage of the moment when the two Senior Brothers were startled, he ran away in a puff of smoke.
“Tch! He got away quickly.”
Feng Yi gave him a cold glance.
“Let him slip away this time.”
Wang Meng glanced at the nearby Martial Arts Arena and was drawn to the upcoming match, his feet unconsciously moving forward.
“Gu Yuan from the Everlasting Palace, ranked first on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.”
Feng Yi glanced at the crowded crowd, pointed at a big tree not far away, and gestured with his finger.
Wang Meng got the hint, and the two leaped onto the treetops in a single bound.
“It's a bit troublesome for Zhang Yuan to face him.”
Zhang Yuan was a disciple of the Kunlun Sect and had a close relationship with the two.
Wang Meng couldn't help but worry for him.
Feng Yi stood up for their fellow clan member: “Both of them are at the Half-step Nascent Soul stage, and their strengths are equal. It's not certain who will win and who will lose.”
“I hope I'm just overthinking.”
Wang Meng stood tall atop the treetops, his height giving him an excellent view of the ongoing competition in the arena.
*
While the three Senior Brothers were talking, the match had already begun.
The two outstanding fighters had exchanged blows several times, both understanding each other's abilities, so they didn't need to probe each other. They both utilized their full strength from the start.
Gu Yuan had Ice Spirit Roots, Zhang Yuan had Lightning Spirit Roots.
The sky above their heads changed, filled with thunder and lightning, and howling cold winds.
Lightning and ice cones interwoven, falling from the sky.
The onlookers from various sects retreated, fearing they would get caught in the crossfire and lose their lives.
“Lightning Strike!”
Zhang Yuan was desperate to win, launching frequent sword attacks, not caring about the consumption of his spiritual power.
The thick lightning bolts broke the ice cones and enveloped the sky above Gu Yuan's head.
Chapter end
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