Domineering Peasant Girl is Not Easy To Mess With

Zhou Dali sneered and said: "Fair competition, one-on-one, where is the bullying? You obviously lost but refused to admit it? Are you trying to cheat or pretend everyone is blind?"

At this time, someone in the crowd chuckled and said, "It's really like a big turtle, hehe!"

Everyone looked at the way A Liao was struggling and waving his limbs, didn't they? I couldn't help laughing.

A Liao was so angry that he almost fainted, but he stopped struggling. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, even if I lose! Hmph, don't be complacent, you'll have something to look forward to!"

Zhou Dali didn't mind smiling, put his feet back and returned to the crowd amidst the enthusiastic applause.

A Liao got up quickly, ignoring the pain, and ran back to the Jiuli people in a panic.

The patriarch of the Jiuli tribe glanced over Zhou Dali and everyone in Wanshan Fort, and landed on Mo Yunshen, and smiled coolly: "I never imagined that the warriors in Wanshan Fort are capable!"

Mo Yun raised his eyebrows deeply, and replied in a slightly puzzled way: "Isn't it unexpected? I thought the chief of the Jiuli clan already knew it well."

This is ironic that they don't learn the lesson, they were so miserably cleaned up before and then they forgot! The head of the Jiuli clan turned black, and told the other warrior: "Go to the field later, don't underestimate the enemy, cheer up, show your skills, and perform normally!"

"Yes, patriarch!" The warrior replied loudly, and strode up.

Zhao Dong smiled and also paced onto the stage.

During the fight just now, Fan Liuzhu's heart ached when she saw her. She regarded herself as a member of Wanshanbao, and Zhou Dali felt honored to have won. Suddenly her heart moved, and she couldn't help but approach Mu Fangping and asked softly. : "Are all your warriors in Wanshan Castle so powerful? Then, what about Mr. Mo? He can also martial arts..."

Mu Fangping has been friends with her for so long, how can she not know what is on her mind?

Immediately, he smiled and said to her: "Of course I can. The village head not only knows martial arts, but also very powerful martial arts! Most of us in Wanshanbao are taught by him."

Sure enough, Fan Liuzhu heard red hearts in his eyes, and couldn't help but glance at Mo Yunshen shyly. He became more and more fascinated, and smiled softly: "Really? Mr. Mo is such a hero!"

Mu Fangping smiled and said, "Of course, otherwise how could he be the head of the village?"

That's true. Fan Liuzhu nodded lightly, and said with a smile, "Mr. Mo really deserves to be a dragon and phoenix among men!"

Mu Qingli, who was sitting next to Fan Liuzhu, couldn't listen anymore, turned her head to look at her, and said with a half-smile: "Thank you, Miss Fan, for praising my husband, but Miss Fan is still a boudoir girl, so I think I still want this reputation. You like this Praise my husband, if your future husband finds out in the future, wouldn’t it be bad? Then you will be sad for the rest of your life!"

Fan Liuzhu didn't expect Mu Qingli to speak so impolitely, she was a little embarrassed and turned her head away.

Mu Fangping couldn't help but opened her mouth and wanted to say something to fight the injustice, but when she met Mu Qingli's warning gaze, she swallowed it angrily.

On the stage, the warriors of the Jiuli tribe also fought with Zhao Dong.

Originally, the Jiuli tribe planned to fight with fists and kicks. After all, they are tall, strong, and powerful, so they are more suitable for close combat.

But A Liao's disastrous defeat made the latecomers not dare to take it lightly. This time, this guy proposed to use weapons to compete.

Zhao Dong naturally accompanied him.

Regardless of whether the Jiuli tribe believed in evil or not, even with weapons, this Jiuli tribe named Bai Cong was defeated by Zhao Dong in less than ten moves, lying on the ground unable to get up.

Amid bursts of applause, Zhao Dong smiled, cupped his fists and bowed to everyone, and then prepared to end.

Unexpectedly, Bai Cong jumped up suddenly, and kicked Zhao Dong hard in the back.

This sudden change shocked everyone, and they couldn't help but exclaimed "Be careful!"

However, where did Zhao Dong expect that Bai Cong was so insidious? The competition was over, and he was completely defenseless. When he realized that the wind behind him was wrong and wanted to avoid it, it was too late, and he was kicked to the ground by Bai Cong.

With a whistling sound, Bai Cong jumped forward, stepped on Zhao Dong's back fiercely, and said loudly, "You lost! Do you admit defeat? Do you admit defeat?"

Zhao Dong was shocked and angry, although he was very displeased with Bai Cong's insidiousness and despicableness, but it was a fact that he was kicked and trampled on the ground at this moment.

Even though he was angry, it seemed that he couldn't blame others, if he wanted to blame, he could only blame himself for being careless. Although the boy was beaten to the ground, he did not personally admit defeat, and it cannot be said that it is unreasonable if he insists on doing so at this moment.

There were piercing pains from being stepped on by him on the vest, and his throat was about to spit out blood. Zhao Dong was shocked, and opened his mouth to admit defeat. He's not someone who can't afford to lose, and if he tells this bastard to step on it, he might become useless.

These bastards of the Jiuli tribe are really not good at all!

I just thought it was shameless enough for him to bluff and hurt people, but unexpectedly, there are even more shameless ones waiting here!

However, Zhao Dong opened his mouth, his chest tight and short of breath, but he couldn't speak a word.

The severe pain from the vest was even worse, Bai stepped down from his feet even harder, and shouted again: "Do you admit defeat! Do you admit defeat!"

Zhao Dong was angry, anxious, angry, hated and startled, he finally understood that Bai Cong never planned to give him a chance to speak, he wanted to cripple or even kill himself.

After all, it was not his fault that his behavior fell into the eyes of everyone, but because he was stubborn and refused to admit defeat. But in fact, he couldn't even open his mouth if he wanted to!

"Pfft!" Zhao Dong spat out a mouthful of blood, dizzy and fainted for a while.

Almost at the same time, Mo Yunshen stepped forward with a flick of his sleeves, and with a flick of his sleeves, he gently pushed Bai Cong. Bai Cong still wanted to make the last ruthless kick, but he couldn't. With his little brute force, how could he possibly be able to withstand Mo? Yun Shen's push and push?

Bai Cong secretly thought it was a pity, and asked with a cold face, "Mr. Mo, what do you mean?"

Mo Yunshen leaned over to catch Zhao Dong's pulse, took advantage of the situation to check his breath, heaved a sigh of relief, and ordered the Wanshanbao brothers to lift him down carefully, then turned around slowly, with an indifferent expression, his eyes fixed on him like a knife. Bai Cong.

His gaze was so sharp that Bai Cong felt a chill in his heart, subconsciously took two steps back, and stared at him warily.

At this time, many people from both sides came up, everyone on the Wanshan Fort side was filled with righteous indignation, glared at each other, glared fiercely at the Jiuli people, and yelled and cursed.

Too much deception!

But the people of the Jiuli people are proud and happy, as proud as they are, and as much as they want to be beaten.

The head of the Jiuli clan stepped forward, blocked Bai Cong behind him, and said to Mo Yunshen with a chuckle, "What? Can the head of the village, Mo Da, afford to lose?"