What Murong Ningyue said just now seemed to have fallen into the old beggar's ears. The old beggar said with a cramped smile: "Did I come at the wrong time? Lord Emperor seems to be in trouble. Do you want me to help?"

Ye Yaorao was so angry that she had no place to vent her anger. When she saw the old beggar who was still alive and watching the joke, she immediately said to the old beggar with a cold face: "Hmph! Old man, I want to see if you have made progress over the years?"

Before Ye Yaorao finished speaking, she floated out and slapped her palm towards the old beggar. Murong Ningyue quickly widened her eyes. This level of increase in volume could not be seen at any time. She had to look carefully and might be inspired.

I saw Ye Yaorao's body was still there, but the palm he waved seemed to have arrived in front of the old beggar as if he had traveled through time and space.

The old beggar's face was very serious at this time. He did not dare to be neglected in the face of Ye Yaorao's attack. Although the old beggar wanted to avoid this attack, he knew in his heart that Ye Yaorao's attack could not be avoided just by wanting to dodge. He had no extra choice except to take this palm.

Thinking of this, the old beggar held his breath and concentrated his mind, and raised his palm to his chest, but he did not rush out the palm, but kept retreating as if he was accumulating strength.

It was not until Ye Yaorao's palm was approaching in front of her that the old beggar finally waved her palm. When the two palms collided, there was no sound, just like two light fallen leaves colliding in the air.

Ye Yaorao's body was still motionless, and the expression on her face was still so cold and cool. The old beggar's body was also motionless, but Murong Ningyue found that the old beggar's figure seemed to have suddenly become much shorter.

After a closer look, Murong Ningyue realized that the place where the old beggar stood had collapsed, and the expression on the old beggar's face turned red like constipation.

"Damn it! You're ruthless!"

After a while, the old beggar said this fiercely and turned around and left. Murong Ningyue could see it at this moment. It was obvious that Ye Yaorao won the battle just now.

However, Murong Ningyue still said angrily: "Ye Yaorao has been playing with her power for a long time. Now it's time to leave? Even my master dares to beat me, hum!"

Ye Yaorao was speechless when she heard this. Although he had the upper hand in the competition just now, the old beggar was not seriously injured, and there was no question of beating the old beggar.<>

Murong Ningyue certainly understood this, but she was angry with Ye Yaorao at this moment. Of course, she would blame Ye Yaorao for any excuses.

Seeing Murong Ningyue being angry, Ye Yaorao knew Murong Ningyue's temper. Even if she said too much, it would be useless.

Thinking of this, Ye Yaorao could only sigh and said, "That lady, you can practice hard with that old guy, and come to see you again for your husband after a while!"

After Ye Yaorao said that, she looked at Murong Ningyue affectionately, then flashed and disappeared in an instant. After Ye Yaorao left, Murong Ningyue turned around.

But Ye Yaorao clearly left as Murong Ningyue's instructions, but Murong Ningyue didn't feel any joy at all, and her eyes were filled with a hint of loneliness and disappointment.

"Hmph! Wait until this lady becomes stronger before you can repair you slowly!"
Chapter completed!