Intimate Contact

"This..." Meng Yiran didn't know what to answer for a while.

The opponent already has a 12-year-old who has reached level 39, so it should be considered normal for them to reach level 35 at the age of 12.

But he has already chosen Wukong, why should he go back on his word and fight the Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master?

Isn't it obvious that he bullies the weak and fears the strong?

Wukong seemed to see the hesitation in Meng Yiran's eyes, and said with a smile: "If it really doesn't work, how about I just rely on physical strength without using martial arts or soul skills?"

"You underestimate me?!"

Meng Yiran was immediately furious. Although he was a level 30 soul master, how could he defeat a level 20 great soul master with just his physical strength without using his martial soul?

In a battle between soul masters of the same level, if one side does not use martial souls and soul skills, it will be extremely mocking and contemptuous of the other side.

Obviously, Meng Yiran successfully misunderstood Wukong.

If Wukong activated his martial spirit, Meng still probably wouldn't be able to last one round.

The golden cudgel lifts the snake staff, and there is no need to fight this fight.

"I do not have it!"

Wukong looked innocent. He really didn't underestimate Meng Yiran who figured out the attack method of the Soul-Breaking Knife on his own. He was also one of the few people on Douluo Continent who used hidden weapons.

Wukong saw Meng Yiran looking like he was raising an army to accuse her, and thought that if he used the martial spirit, it would be bullying her, but if he didn't use the martial spirit, it would be looking down on her.

Alas, it becomes difficult when the level is high.

"Then why don't you use martial arts!"

Meng Yiran pointed his snake staff at Wukong. This guy was really too irritating, even more irritating than the Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master who came up to challenge him just now.

"Ah..." Wukong twitched and smiled. He couldn't answer. His answer was just something to annoy the little girl.

"I'm afraid of hurting you after using martial arts. After all, the level is here. Do you still want to condescend to go back and fight with that useless Blue Silver Grass?"

Wukong glanced at Tang San with great disgust. Once Meng Yiran said these words, he could not take them back.

The corner of Tang San's mouth twitched, this useless martial spirit was really scarred for life!

"Why are there so many vixens..." Zhu Zhuqing cursed in his heart. Just now, because Wukong was too fast, he teleported in front of Meng Yiran.

So most people didn't see Meng Yiran's expression, but Zhu Zhuqing caught a glimpse of it unexpectedly.

"Oh, it seems that this little girl won't get this soul ring today..." Zhao Wuji shook his head, but he chose someone who was stronger and more monster than himself.

"Teacher Zhao, isn't this just right? Xiao Ao's soul ring is now stable." Ma Hongjun said with a smile.

Originally, he wanted to have a fight with a beauty like Meng Yiran, but who knew that Brother Kong was even more awesome and deliberately turned away from playing hard to get, and at the critical moment he said something to arouse the little beauty's interest.

He is truly a role model for our generation, and I, Ma Hongjun, must learn from him.

Meng Yiran's mouth twitched. The soul master's vision and hearing were far superior to ordinary people, and they were so close. It would be a lie to say they couldn't hear.

"Hmph, I'll show you the price of underestimating me today!"

The sound of Shrek and others rustling underneath and Wukong's careless attitude immediately made Meng Yiran extremely angry.

"The first soul skill, snake blade!"

Meng Yiran set up an attack stance on the spot, turned the snake blade in his hand, and swung out two snake-shaped curved blades.

Wukong just stood there, not trying to hide at all. Armed and domineering, he slapped Meng Yiran's attack away.

In fact, Wukong can completely use his weapon color without it, but it will hurt if he doesn't use it!

"How is that possible?!" Meng Yiran was very surprised. When did the power of his first soul skill become so reduced?

In fact, it's not that the soul skills have shrunk, but that Wukong's palm power is too strong.

When Meng Yiran was surprised, Wukong came to Meng Yiran's side in an instant. Before Meng Yiran could react, he tripped lightly with his feet.

Meng Yiran fell to the ground, which almost shattered his butt.

At this moment, the snake woman was very shocked. To put it bluntly, teleportation is teleportation, but it is different from the teleportation of sensing breath.

There is a limit to the distance of the teleportation, but the speed is definitely not comparable to that of Contra. Titled Douluo can even catch a glimpse of the afterimage.

"Ah!" Meng Yiran was suddenly thrown to the ground, and cold pain swept across his buttocks.

Wukong saw that something was not going well, and he seemed to be a little too harsh.

He scratched his head and stretched out his hand, trying to pull up the ingenious beauty who had fallen on the ground.

"Go away, who needs your help?"

Unexpectedly, Meng Yiran didn't appreciate it at all, and opened Wukong's palm with a wave of his hand.

Meng Yiran's beautiful eyes moved, and he saw that Wukong was not in a good state now, and his two long legs were rolled up along with his waist.

A sweeping attack was made on Wukong's lower body. If successful, Wukong would definitely fall to the ground.

"I asked you bastard to trip me! Just wait for the dog to chew on the mud!"

The smile on Meng Yiran's face became more and more exciting, as if he had seen the scene of Wukong being deflated.

"This sister is going to be in trouble. That guy's personality may be enlightened..."

"well……"

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong looked at each other. They had thought of countless ways to deal with Wukong, and this was also the case with Pan Sweep.

But the result...

"It hurts!"

Meng Yiran was holding his calf, as if he had hit steel.

Wukong shook his head and sighed. At level 25, his physical strength was stronger than that of a Soul King and had reached the level of a Soul Emperor.

Now at level 35, and with his muscles always tense, it would be strange if Meng Yiran didn't feel any pain.

"Big sister, I didn't expect you to attack me directly."

"Just now I took my hand and pulled you up. Isn't that nice?"

Wukong shrugged. It really wasn't his intention. If Wukong wanted to, he would have attached his Armament Haki directly to his lower body, and Meng Yiran would have lost his leg.

"Asshole! Who wants you to help me!" Meng Yiran gnashed her teeth and was furious. She had never been defeated in front of so many people.

"If I don't cripple you today, I won't be called Meng Yiran!"

"Second Soul Skill, Snake Body!"

The second soul ring on Meng Yiran's body lit up, and her body immediately became very soft and smooth.

She stretched her jade hand upward and immediately grabbed Wukong's collar. She twisted her legs upward and locked Wukong's upper body directly.

Moreover, the strength of the contraction of the limbs was gradually increasing. Meng Yiran wanted to break Wukong's bones directly.

This plate instantly aroused Wukong's desire.

"Oh my god, what do you want to do, sister? I tell you, men and women should not be intimate. I have a girlfriend, so don't do this." Wukong said hurriedly, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Zhu Zhuqing.

But Zhu Zhuqing's pink face had already been red with anger, and the pride on her chest rose and fell. She wished she could come up and scratch Meng Yiran's face.

"What are you thinking, you bastard! I'm attacking you!" Meng Yiran saw that Wukong misunderstood her meaning, and she was immediately shy.

This attack posture is indeed a bit ambiguous, and it's also the same as close contact.

"How can you attack like this? Hey, don't say it, it seems to be true."

Wukong turned his eyes to Xiao Wu behind Tang San. Xiao Wu was stunned and immediately recalled the scene of the battle when the two met for the first time.

She immediately buried her face in Tang San's back and dared not look at Wukong. Tang San looked back at Wukong, as if to say that Xiao Wu was mine!

Meng Yiran saw that Wukong was still very leisurely and could even find time to talk to others.

He then increased the strength of his hands and feet. He estimated that Meng Yiran would not stop until Wukong was defeated today.

But Meng Yiran still did not learn his lesson. He should have learned from the kick just now, but anger had made Meng Yiran irrational.

She Po was a little worried about Meng Yiran. It was not like she had not seen the kick Meng Yiran gave Wukong just now.

That physical fitness did not look like a level 35 soul master at all. At this moment, She Po even suspected that Wukong lied about his age.

"Oh my god, this posture, Brother Kong is too happy!" Ma Hongjun was watching from the side and was particularly envious. Usually in the brothel, Ma Hongjun hardly saw such a very beautiful and charming type.