Yang Ruoqing was a bit dumbfounded by Luo Fengtang, a wife-showing madman who couldn't help but want to praise his wife anytime and anywhere.

However, fortunately, everyone has become accustomed to it along the way.

Moreover, she is not bragging, she also thinks that she is quite good, so it doesn't matter if she praises her more, hehe...

Here, Yang Ruoqing said: "Qi Xingyun and Tuobaling, we just agreed that whoever pulls out this sword will get it."

"Now that the sword belongs to me, you two won't regret it, right?" she asked.

Qi Xingyun had a tangled look on his face. He had just given it a try and never thought she could pull it out, so he just ignored it.

Do you really want to cash it out?

So unwilling...

Compared with Qi Xingyun's entanglement and reservation, Tuobaling is much more direct.

"Why do you, a woman, want this sword? Since ancient times, swords have been given to heroes. I want this sword."

After saying that, Tuobaling reached out and grabbed the sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Before Yang Ruoqing had time to react, Luo Fengtang stepped out of the way, blocking her behind and receiving Tuobaling's palm at the same time.

The two palms struck each other, Luo Fengtang remained motionless, and Tuobaling took two or three steps back.

Luo Fengtang frowned and his face darkened.

"Tuobaling, you go back on your word and want to take my wife's sword by force. You must pass my test first!" he said.

Tuobaling stared at Luo Fengtang defensively, thinking in his eyes.

When it comes to fighting Luo Fengtang alone, he may not have a chance of winning.

What's more, there is also Yang Ruoqing.

This Yang Ruoqing is no ordinary person. Judging from the whip she whipped in front of the Ghost Tower earlier, she is also a first-class person.

Moreover, don't forget that there is Qi Xingyun over there who is eyeing him with eager eyes.

Tuobaling felt that starting a fight would be very detrimental to him.

On Qi Xingyun's side, he was also closely observing the movements of Luo Fengtang and Tuobaling.

Seeing the tense situation between the two of them, Qi Xingyun not only failed to persuade them to make peace, but felt faintly excited in his heart.

The situation became tense and stalemate, and no one gave in.

Seeing that the war was about to break out, Yang Ruoqing coughed lightly.

She raised her hand and patted Luo Fengtang's arm and said: "If the problem can be solved with words, let's try not to do it. We are civilized people and we must convince others with virtue."

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing in surprise, wondering what happened to his wife?

Usually when encountering this kind of thing, her mantra is: Why waste your time when you can solve the problem with your fists?

Why did you change the wording now?

Doubts were pressing in his heart, so he didn't ask immediately.

He lowered his arms and stood to the side. Anyway, just do whatever your wife says.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Tuobaling with a smile and said: "Tuobaling, to tell you the truth, unless you can get Qi Xingyun to help you, otherwise, you are no match for our couple in one versus two."

"So, there are two roads before you now,"

"First, you come to rob it. If you can rob it, it's up to you."

"Two, I will give you one more chance to draw the sword. If you can draw it out, the sword will be yours."

"If you can't, then the sword belongs to me, and you can't cheat anymore."

At this point, she paused and turned to look at Qi Xingyun, "You two are here for the sword. The opportunities must be fair and you should be given a chance to draw the sword. Whoever draws it out will get the sword."

"What do you two think?" she asked.

Qi Xingyun hesitated for a moment, thinking quickly in his mind.

If the sword still can't be pulled out, it's just a piece of scrap metal and it's useless.

Moreover, Qi Xingyun is clear about his own strength and Luo Fengtang's strength.

You can't take it away from Luo Fengtang alone, let alone adding Yang Ruoqing?

It's better to be more graceful.

Therefore, Qi Xingyun nodded directly: "Okay!"

Tuobaling thought about it and realized that he had no choice but to do this.

"Well, I don't have any objection either." Tuoba Ling said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Okay, then it's settled, if anyone ever fucking regrets it again, he or she cannot afford to lose, even a dog, even worse than a dog!"

Qi Xingyun and Tuobaling both looked embarrassed by her foul language.

Yang Ruoqing placed the sword on a stone platform nearby, "Put the sword here, which one of you will come first?"

Qi Xingyun smiled slightly and said: "Brother Tuoba should invite me first."

Tuobaling strode over, rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Moye Sword in his hand. Then, he took a deep breath, raised his breath, and

Transfer all the strength from your whole body to your hands.

Then he took a horse stance and roared: "Hey!"

The veins on his arms were all bulging, but the sword seemed to be growing together with the scabbard, motionless.

Tuobaling was a little embarrassed and glanced at the three people in front of him.

Yang Ruoqing leaned against Luo Fengtang's shoulder, holding her hands on her chest.

He raised his beautiful eyebrows towards Tuoba Ling and made a 'please again' gesture.

Tuobaling frowned and raised his energy and energy again.

This time, he used 100% of his strength to draw the sword, and veins ran from his forehead to his arms.

The sword remained motionless, and he himself was forced back several steps by his own backlash, and the sword in his hand fell to his feet with a clang.

"I'm willing to admit defeat and give up!"

He dropped these words angrily, turned around, and twisted his wrist, which was a little sore from exerting too much force.

"Prince Yun, it's your turn." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Qi Xingyun nodded, straightened his robe, walked forward with a steady and elegant pace, and picked up the Moye Sword.

He did not rush to pull it out like Tuobaling, but put the sword in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, not missing every inch of it, front and back.

He seemed to be looking for some mechanism on the sword.

Seeing his cautious look, Yang Ruoqing secretly curled her lips.

The martial arts values ​​of Qi Xingyun and Tuobaling should be similar, but Qi Xingyun is obviously above Tuobaling in terms of IQ and EQ.

Yang Ruoqing did not disturb Qi Xingyun, but waited patiently.

After Qi Xingyun did some research, he probably failed.

Then he began to use his strength to draw the sword.

This time, he tried many directions, angles, and several degrees of force to pull it out.

Moreover, the strength is also increasing layer by layer, but Mo Xie Sword is still very disrespectful, like a piece of scrap metal without any reaction.

After waiting for a while, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Qi Xingyun's forehead.

A layer of skin was worn away from the fingertips of both hands, but Moye's sword still couldn't be pulled out.

"Hey, this sword has no chance with me either."

Qi Xingyun handed the sword to Yang Ruoqing.

"Come and try again!" he said.

Maybe she was just a coincidence before?

Yang Ruoqing could guess what Qi Xingyun was thinking.

To be honest, she didn't really want this sword, she just wanted to try her luck again.

If you can't pull it out, just put it back!
Chapter completed!