C11 Mo Qiaohua's Husband Challenged You to a Fight

The two teenagers were stunned when they heard this.

Ha, what did they hear?

This not small but seemingly weak chicken actually dared to speak to them in such an arrogant manner?

Was this still the soft bun who had cried in anger at their words?

He must have been possessed by some fucking strange thing!

No, or maybe someone was backing him up.

Xing Wu Yun looked at the man behind Ling Feitong warily and said, "Who did you pick up that guy again? Just call him out."

Ling Feitong said in disdain: "I think there are too many of you and yet you want me to look for someone? Don't take yourself too seriously, son. No one will dip you in sauce. "

If he asked someone to help him, he would at least be at Mo Jiahua's level.

When Xing Wu Yue was provoked twice, thrice, he felt insulted, and immediately became angry. Plus, he couldn't bear Hsing Wutong trying to please his own commander like a dog, making the Vice Leader Hsing Shuang lose face a few times. At that moment, an idea to teach him a lesson appeared in his mind.

Before, they had already thought of ways to kill Hsing Wutong to the point that they didn't dare to come online, but now, they were even more unbridled. Inwardly, they were plotting against the weak and afraid of the strong, and they immediately wanted to kill Hsing Wutong, who they didn't like, once again, so that he wouldn't dare to appear in front of them again.

"Alright, since you're not afraid of death, then we won't be polite." Xing Wu Yue said: "PK Field, do you dare to go?"

"Give me your room number." Ling Feitong smiled, "See you in five minutes."

After saying that, Ling Feitong disappeared from the square.

Xing Wu Yue looked on helplessly as the youth in front of her disappeared. After pausing for a moment, she sneered: "Could it be that he escaped?"

Xing Wu Yun laughed and said, "That must be it. I thought it was very powerful, but it seems like I know how to talk."

Xing Wu Yue regretfully said, "Damn, when I saw him just now, I shouldn't have said that much nonsense. I just need to give him a beating."

Even though this was a holographic game and couldn't be played, because it was the highest level of holographic technology, everyone felt that it was quite similar to what they felt in real life.

Of course, there was no real sense of death. Once the limit was reached, the system would automatically disconnect, sending players out of the world to prevent any accidents.

However, when faced with a situation of being killed, the fear in his heart was real.

A beating was fine, but Hsing Wutong was beaten up by the group before he trembled and did not dare to enter the Realm of Holography again.

"The next time I see him, I must beat him until he piss his pants." As soon as Xing Wu Yue finished his sentence, the system sent him a voice message.

"The husband of Mecha Master Mo Jiahua, I issue a challenge to you."

"Holy sh * t!" Xing Wu Yue was scared to the point that he peed his pants by this extremely eye-catching name. He looked at it and said with a stupefied face: "Didn't the three words' Mo Jiahua 'get blocked?" "How did you do it?"

The corner of Xing Wu Yun's mouth twitched as he said, "This is not scientific."

Both of them wanted to know which deity dared to use this name, and even f * cking passed the system audit.

At this time, Xing Wu Yue had arrived at a PVP Arena.

The PK Field was divided into two modes, the Non-Fixed Field and the Fixed Field. The Non-Fixed Field meant that the two players' Mecha Levels would be completely different. The Fixed Field, on the other hand, was a battle mode that adjusted the balance of the Mecha levels.

The former was a test of mecha performance, while the latter was a test of mecha piloting skills.

As soon as Xing Wu Yue saw the Fixed Field, his heart skipped a beat. He thought the other party was planning on using a high level Battle Mecha to kill him. He didn't expect them to be using a crappy street model.

After taking a closer look at Fang Xingjian's information, Xing Wu Yue fell into a state of confusion.

"Hsing Wutong, what the hell are you doing?" Xing Wu Yue said angrily.

Prince Mo Jiahua was the idol that he respected the most. How could he allow trash like Hsing Wutong to desecrate him?

Xing Wu Yue immediately wanted to blast her opponent into foam with her spear, making him doubt his own life.

Ling Feitong, who had spent all his money and changed his name through a loophole in the system, was leisurely controlling the buttons in the Battle Mecha cabin according to his habit.