Yao Shi smiled as he watched from the side, "You are not that fated person. It's better not to take this embroidery ball."
He said, and with a wave of the white paper fan, the spirit energy carried a strong wind and blew the embroidery ball to the other side.
Mao Yongrui glared at Yao Shi with dissatisfaction. But at this time, he already did not have the time to ask for the embroidery ball anymore. Instead, he immediately went back to defend against Dong He.
Yao Shi took the opportunity to run towards the embroidery ball.
Mao Yongrui was determined to get it this time, he was not willing to let Yao Shi get it easily.
Mao Yongrui shouted out loudly. His entire body was glowing with a golden light, and the spirit qi on his body was unleashed. The golden sword in his hand instantly unleashed countless sharp golden blades, which were extremely powerful.
Dong He, who was the shortest distance away from Mao Yongrui, was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. There as no way for him to avoid it. He could only continuously send out black palm shadows to disperse the golden blades.
However, Mao Yongrui's attack was too astonishing.
There was a still a gap between Dong He's strength and Mao Yongrui's. He had been cut through many parts of the dark force protection by the golden blade. The blood flowed out from the cracks of in Dong He's skin.
If Mao Yongrui took the opportunity to attack again, Dong He might not be able to stop him.
However, Mao Yongrui did not want to fight Dong He to the death. His target was still the embroidery ball.
Mao Yongrui's attacked changed direction and swept towards Yao Shi.
In the middle of the square, there were only golden sword shadows that filled the sky.
Yao Shi didn't expect Mao Yongrui to be so powerful. He was no longer relaxed. He waved the white paper fan to block the golden blade.
Clang! Clang!
The sharp weapons collided with each other, producing a series of ear-piercing sounds.
The people in the city all retreated and could not help but exclaim in admiration.
On the high platform, the Priestess was very calm, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
"Bang!
In the end, Yao Shi still could not withstand Mao Yongrui's attack. He was hit and spat out blood.
He knelt on one knee and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He smiled and said. "Fate is decided by the Heaven. Looks like there is no fate between me and her.
Yao Shi stoop up without any dissatisfaction. Then, he no longer participated in the fight.
Feng Yun looked at Yao Shi who did not have the slightest bit of dissatisfaction and praised, "This guy is quite interesting."
"You know yourself quite well." Mao Yongrui said as he looked Yao Shi, who had retreated. He immediately took out his pill and ate it before walking towards the embroidery ball.
At this time, all the residents in the city cheered. It was as if they all thought that Mao Yongrui would win Priestess's favor.
Mao Yongrui picked up the embroidery ball and looked at the Priestess before leaping up the stage.
Right at this time, a tiny black poisonous needle silently pierced towards Mao Yongrui.
No one expected Dong He, who was injured, to sneak attack again. At this time, Mao Yongrui was careless because he had won. He did not have any vigilance at all. The poisonous needle pierced into his waist. The fierce poison numbed his movements and made fall instantly.
Dong He took the opportunity to get up again and snatch the embroidery ball from Mao Yongrui's hands.
"Haha!" Dong He grabbed the embroidery ball and laughed complacently before charging onto the high platform.
Mao Yongrui furiously looked at the embroidery ball that was snatched away by Dong He. He could not care about the poison in his body and struggled to stand up again. "Despicable! Don't even think about succeeding!"
After Mao Yongrui finished shouting, he grabbed Dong He's black cloak and fell down. At this time, everyone saw his hideous face. Furthermore, there were only a few sparse hairs on his head, making him look extremely disgusting.
"He looks too disgusting!"
It's really too ugly! He actually dared to fight for Priestess. He really doesn't know himself."
"We definitely can't let him win the embroidery ball!"
"Mao Yongrui, young master, you must stop him!"
...
The surrounding city residents saw Dong He's disgusting and ferocious appearance and said angrily.
Dong He had always felt inferior about his appearance. Now that everyone saw his appearance, he became even angrier.
"I'm going to kill you!" Dong He turned around with killing intent.
He kept hitting Mao Yongrui's chest. Every palm contained powerful spirit energy.
Mao Yongrui barely used the spirit qi to block.
Bang!
Mao Yongrui was sent flying by Dong He.
Dong He didn't stop there. He chased after Mao Yongrui again.
He gathered all the strength in his palm and shouted, "Go to hell!" As Dong He slapped heavily at Mao Yongrui's acupuncture point.
If Dong He's palm hit Mao Yongrui, then Mao Yongrui would definitely die.
Mo Hui, who had been poisoned and had no combat power, suddenly jumped to his feet.
Bang! Bang!
Mo Hui gave Dong He a high five on the back, catching him off guard.
Dong He did not expect Mo Hui to attack him at this time. Mo Hui's spirit qi sent him flying. The embroidery ball in his hand was thrown out at high speed.
Mo Hui only hit him once. He forced a smile as he watched Dong He fly out, "I want to return what you did to me to you."
After he finished speaking, he completely fainted.
The townspeople were all stunned. Everyone just stared blankly at the direction the embroidery ball flew in.
In the end, the embroidery ball steadily landed in the hands of a young man.
For a moment, that young man became everyone's focus point.
"What's going on?" Feng Yun stared blankly at the embroidery ball in his hand, then looked at the city residents who were staring at him, unable to react for a moment, and asked.
The scene became silent!
Feng Yun felt very uncomfortable by everyone's gazes. He could not help shaking the embroidery ball in his hand and said, "It flew over it itself. It has nothing to do with me. I'll return it to her."
After Feng Yun finished speaking, he casually moved his hand and threw the embroidery ball back into the Priestess's hand on the high platform not far away.
"Alright, this matter has nothing to do with me. Don't look at me like this anymore. Although I'm very handsome, I'm not a casual person." Feng Yun looked at the townspeople, who were still staring at him. As he spoke, he slowly retreated a little.
Why did he feel that something bad had happened?
Yao Shi, who was not far away, looked at Feng Yun and said with a bitter smile, "Fate is decided by heaven. What a lucky fellow!"
"We have confirmed son-in-law of Priest! Let's cheer!" A laud voice sounded from the hall.
Wow!
All the citizens cheered happily.
Before Feng Yun had the time to leave the crowd, they were lifted up by the surrounding citizens.
"What are you guys doing?" Feng Yun shook its body and immediately struggled to leave.
"Son-in-law, of course, we are inviting you to the Priestess's side!" A city resident cheered and replied.
That's right! Let's carry you together!"
Suddenly, those townspeople ran towards Feng Yun one after another.
"What the fuck! I'm not your priest's son-in-law! This is a misunderstanding!" Feng Yun shouted and immediately jumped up. He wanted to step on these people's shoulders and escape this place.
"Catch Emperor's Son-in-law!" The Priestess finally stood up on the high platform and shouted.
She had just finished speaking. A figure came flying over from a corner, he instantly arrived above the escaping Feng Yun.
"Emperor's Son-in-law, come back with me!" The man tied Feng Yun and flew back to the platform.
"What the hell is going on? I didn't participate in the fight. How could I be the emperor's son-in-law? You guys are mistaken." Feng Yun said while struggling.
This was the first time Feng Yun had encountered such a situation. He did not understand why he inexplicably became the Emperor's son-in-law."
That person did not answer. He only brought him to the platform and then disappeared.