Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1044 - 542: Don’t Underestimate the Bond Between Me and Old Demon Duan!_3

The two women suddenly burst into flames.

Lin Yu, the Great Love Manager, followed behind, quietly watching everything.

Even though she didn't quite understand what ignited them, she felt the two women resembled a pair of blazing fires.

Are all women from the Heroic Land this fiery?

Facing the increasingly dense assault of Great Love Yangren, Tang Wanwan swung her right leg.

As she swung her right leg, her long pants immediately tore apart, transforming into a much more agile pair of shorts. Along with it, a string of willow leaf darts flew out.

As soon as her right leg kicked out, her left leg immediately followed.

The Tang Sect is universally recognized in the Martial World as masters of secret weapons, without equal.

Within, skilled experts with secret weapons emerge endlessly.

As the most cherished daughter of the Tang Sect's Family Head, Tang Wanwan's skill with secret weapons was naturally extraordinary.

The top experts of the Tang Sect could launch secret weapons unexpectedly, even when not wearing a stitch of clothing.

Tang Wanwan hadn't reached that level, but she had achieved the ability to launch them with the wave of a hand or the lift of a foot.

The street ahead was instantly enveloped in the glow of secret weapons.

"Intense Rain Pear Flower Nails!"

You could see her spinning as she soared, and dense flying needles shot from her waist and thighs.

Anyone who came near her instantly turned into a sieve, their bodies quickly disintegrating.

Those very close even directly turned into a puddle of water.

This time, it was Little Yin's turn to be surprised.

She had underestimated Duan Yun's seemingly sweet lower apprentice. The endless array of secret weapons on her were enough to make one's scalp tingle.

She even imagined what it might be like if Duan Yun had that kind of relationship with this apprentice and whether thousands of secret weapons might emerge from Tang Wanwan's body.

The thought itself was both ridiculous and outrageous.

But after this round of Intense Rain Pear Flower Nails, Tang Wanwan was not in good shape either.

When she landed, her legs trembled, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her face was as pale as paper.

However, her burst of Pear Flower Nails had indeed torn open a large opening.

Little Yin seized the opportunity, grabbing Tang Wanwan and sprinting forward.

She employed the most primitive running technique, wildly striding, pushing the size and frequency of her steps to the maximum.

In Lin Yu's eyes, Little Yin's legs became a phantom, whirling on the ground like a whirlwind and kicking up a dense cloud of dust.

The simplest things are often the most effective, and the opening left untended actually allowed Little Yin to break through.

This was a skill honed by Duan Yun whipping her day and night to hurry on their journey.

Ahead, the city gate was already in sight.

Little Yin knew this was her one and only chance to break through, so she charged with white steam rising from her head.

At this moment, she felt as if she had returned to the days when Duan Yun rode her, constantly applying toe strength and finger strength, forcing her to never stop.

Don't underestimate the bond between me and Old Demon Duan!

"Close the gate!"

Lin Yu didn't expect her opponent to have such a burst of speed and quickly gave the order.

The heavy city gate began to close, and it was swift.

Seeing this, Tang Wanwan said, "Little Yin, I'm afraid we can't make it."

Little Yin grinned and said, "Care no more!"

She leaned her body forward, like an arrow off the string, shooting toward the gap in the city gate.

With a thud, the gate, which was about to close, paused, failing to shut, but Little Yin didn't make it through either.

Because her head was caught by the gate!

Her eyes could see outside the gate, but her body was still inside.

At that moment, a crotch suddenly appeared in her line of sight, and she heard a familiar voice – "Is your head really that hard?".

At that moment, Little Yin's eyes began to tear up.

Duan, Duan Yun!