Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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Xie Zhuo has been tortured for several days, how can there be any mood to compete with him?

The hole that can support him to follow Du Guanjing now is to make his cold face show a strange expression.

Therefore, when he was impatient, Xie Zhuo smiled even more happily.

Now that Du Guanjing is a Nascent Soul, he has already reached the level of extroverted consciousness, how could he not notice Xie Zhuo's teasing smile?

But for some reason, he didn't feel much anger.

Such a dog-skin plaster writer seems to be much better than the hysterical Xie Zhuo before, at least he won't feel disgusted.

The young man's icy face relaxed for a moment before Xie Zhuo caught him and asked, "Do you want to compete with me?"

Du Guanjing: "..."

He took back what he just said with a blank face, Xie Zhuo was so annoying from the beginning to the end, so annoying that he didn't bother to talk to him.

The disciples of Wuzong Mountain saw the two people coming out of the same room together, and they were extremely disturbed.

They were afraid that the two people would fight if they disagreed, and Wuzong Mountain would lose face in front of all the mountain gates.

However, after observing the two of them for a long time, they were surprised to find that there was no smell of gunpowder on their bodies.

If it wasn't for the tense expression on the senior brother's face, they even had the illusion that the two of them were having a happy conversation.

"Junior Martial Uncle, Senior Senior Brother." Seeing that Xie Zhuo was about to get angry with the blue veins on the forehead of Senior Senior Brother, a disciple hurriedly said, "The master in front is talking with the masters of other sects, let the two hurry up past."

Hurry up, when you get there, the master will watch you fight, don't make things difficult for these little disciples.

"What's your name?" At this time, Xie Zhuo turned his eyes to the extremely nervous disciple with great interest: "I think you look familiar."

Without waiting for the man to answer, he continued: "Otherwise, you and I will have a fight, and if the loser..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a wave of spiritual energy rushing to his mouth along the meridians, making his two lips feel as if they were stuck together, and there was no room for him to speak.

Du Guanjing looked coldly at Xie Zhuo who was teasing ordinary disciples, the sword in his hand was shining with icy light, and pressed against Xie Zhuo's back, making a threatening posture.

Under the surprised gazes of all the disciples, Xie Zhuo was held hostage and got out of the spaceship.

"This..." The disciples asked in surprise after the two disappeared, "What's the matter?"

Wasn't it good just now, why did it start to be tense again?

The people behind him didn't know how to guess, but Du Guanjing put down the sword immediately after the two of them could not be seen by others, and even released the restraint on Xie Zhuo's mouth.

"Martial nephew, what do you mean?" Xie Zhuo stroked Famu's mouth, with a cold expression on his face.

Protect freedom of speech, start from him!

Refuse to keep your mouth shut!

Du Guanjing glanced at him coldly, and his voice was like ice, "Don't tease ordinary disciples."

How could a simple disciple who didn't know anything other than cultivation be a match for the stalking man in front of him?

At this moment, a strange sense of responsibility rose in his heart:

Watch the person in front of you, don't let him harm others.

Xie Zhuo laughed more and more happily: "If you don't tease ordinary disciples, I can only come to harm you!"

He looked at Du Guanjing with a curious face: "I never thought that nephew would have such a hobby?"