I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 229 Disrespect for this competition

With magic power swirling around her double maces and her lips slightly moving, Miao Qing's pupils dilated in an instant!

He pushed off the ground to gather momentum, and in an instant, he shot like an arrow, heading straight for Miaoqing's face.

Zisang Luoye's voice still echoed in everyone's ears: "Traitors must die!"

But all that could be heard was the sound of metal clashing against metal, and He Yuhuan blocked it with his golden mace.

He was forced to retreat several steps.

He never expected this seemingly unremarkable little girl to be so strong!

He was actually the one with the highest cultivation level among them!

Miao Qing hid completely behind He Yu Huan, still clutching the pheasant tightly in her hand.

"Grandma, you scared me to death! If I die, who will find food for you?"

Miao Qing was adept at manipulating people, and He Yuhuan could also sense that he meant them no harm.

The person in front of them, however, harbored murderous intent towards all of them, mixed with a trace of unreadable emotion.

"Master, we've brought back food. Who is he?!"

Before the fight started, she even knew to find out who her opponent was, which showed some improvement, unlike before when she blindly attacked!

"Bad guys, but they can't die yet, understand?"

"Oh, I can't eat it." She lost interest in fighting him.

Zisang Luoye stood there, feeling slighted, and threw out a mace in resentment.

He landed steadily in front of He Yuhuan: "What are you?!"

He Yuhuan raised her small foot and kicked the mace away, which landed steadily in front of Su Fengling.

"She's my great-aunt!" Miao Qing said confidently, knowing she had someone backing her up.

Zhongli Yueluo nodded very seriously: "Yes, she is Aunt Yuhuan!"

Zi Sang Luoye's lips twitched as she thought about what kind of strange people were around Su Fengling!

But there was no time to argue with them; the nightmare environment was activated.

After a fog cleared, they all drifted back into a dream.

However, unlike the previous times, their actual physical bodies entered another space.

It could be described as a dream, or as a completely sealed-off confinement; the environment inside was quite desolate.

Zhongli Yueluo's lips curled up. Judging from the current situation, they had the upper hand.

Miao Qing hid behind He Yu Huan, following her timidly until they reached Zhong Li Yue Luo's side.

Su Fengling frowned and glanced at He Yuhuan. Although he didn't want to argue with her, what did she mean by this?

He pulled the mace from the ground. Indeed, judging from the weapon he used, it was countered by the fallen leaves of the mulberry tree.

At this moment, He Yuhuan licked the corner of her mouth, seemingly still not full.

"Master, should I just smash him to death with a hammer while he's eating?"

"Yu Huan, he can't die yet."

Zhongli Yueluo sat on the ground, surrounded by an endless wilderness with withered and yellow trees.

Miao Qing casually gathered some branches and piled them together, while He Yu Huan snapped her fingers, starting a bonfire.

Because she knew that Zhongli Yueluo didn't eat raw food, and she also liked the taste of roast chicken.

"Miaoqing, hurry up and grill it for me, I'm starving." He Yuhuan was quite adept at ordering people around.

Zhongli Yueluo also stretched out her hands and warmed them by the fire, but felt no warmth at all.

It seems everything here is fiction, except for the pheasant in front of them.

Zisang Luoye was getting impatient: "To fight or not to fight!"

"Little brother, are you sure you can manage on your own?"

"Sister, of course not." Su Fengling somewhat enjoyed seeing Zisang Luoye's discomfitured expression.

He walked over and wrapped his arms around Zhongli Yueluo.

He leaned down, his head close to her ear, and looked at Zisang Luoye with a defiant gaze.

Zisang Luoye could no longer hold back; he had finally managed to find this place.

How did the ruthless and cold-blooded Su Fengling become like this?

Even if he only had one mace, he could only step forward, chant an incantation, and the mace would be covered with a layer of radiant light.

There seemed to be a storm brewing, and with a flick of the mace, the pheasant met its end!

It was barely clinging to life, but now all the fur on its body has been shaved off, and all that can be heard is a "crack".

She even smelled a burnt aroma. Zhongli Yueluo hadn't expected that Zisang Luoye was a ranged mage.

However, this is convenient, as they don't have to deal with the pheasant.

Su Fengling threw two plum blossom darts, which barely grazed his side and tore his clothes.

He held another mace in his hand, which should be Zisang Luoye's signature weapon.

He couldn't even hold it; it trembled in his hand and flew towards the fallen mulberry leaves.

With two maces in hand, they clashed, carrying golden lightning that reflected the golden light in his eyes.

"Su Fengling, I never expected you to be like this!"

Judging from his tone, he seemed to have a feeling of having been misled.

"It's not your place to judge what I look like!"

As he spoke, the sword was already in his hand, and only his afterimage could be seen as he arrived beside Zisang Luoye.

The chilling aura and killing intent emanating from him were impossible to block.

Without even drawing his sword, he struck his shoulder blade directly with his elbow.

Zisang Luoye took two steps back, admitting that he had been careless, but he wasn't exactly a decent person either.

The blood pact he had just made didn't say that he was not allowed to harm others, he said with an evil smile.

His gaze fell on Zhongli Yueluo, who was processing pheasants, and she happened to look up and meet his eyes.

This also brought out a very pure and innocent smile, but it seemed that something else was hidden in that smile.

As if she could read his mind, he was taken aback, and Su Fengling kicked him in the lower abdomen.

"Zisang Luoye! I despise you! You say you're colluding with foreign tribes, yet you still can't defeat us!"

"Isn't that all because of the Su clan? They forced the Wuma clan to withdraw from worldly affairs and forced the Zisang clan to stay trapped in the Ghost Sorrow Abyss!"

"If we really forced them to do it, would those people support the Su family?" Su Fengling rolled his eyes at him.

I thought he had made some progress since I last saw him, but I didn't expect him to still be so stubborn.

Even the fallen mulberry leaves were angry, and they mustered seventy percent of their strength.

Even Su Fengling wouldn't be able to withstand such a lightning strike.

However, his lightning needed to be charged up, and he had to avoid being attacked during this period, but Su Fengling's movements were unpredictable.

He had nowhere to hide; even in this nightmare land, he could not control them.

"It seems my sister can avoid the pain today. Sigh, it's a bit of a pity."

Su Fengling gazed at Zhongli Yueluo with lingering affection, his eyes filled with pure love.

Zisang clenched her teeth, brandished her mace, and though the lightning wasn't fully charged, it still caused actual physical damage.

Su Fengling's eyes flickered slightly as he slashed horizontally.

If you dodge too slowly, the clothes around your waist will be torn, and blood will slowly seep in.

This mace was clearly a blunt weapon, yet it was torn open by that force of energy.

"You still have the nerve to flirt here? Do you think I'm a pushover?!"

Zisang Luoye felt that Su Fengling disrespected their competition, and that was indeed the case.

However, at the moment when Zisang fell and injured him, he raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and revealed a fierce glint in his eyes.