Seven slender and slender figures lined up in the arena, with exquisite figures, and the appearance of holding the pipa and half-covering their faces made most teenagers admire, and the momentum of Ling Ran made everyone's hearts stagnate, including even those few brainless women. Jiang Wenya, who came back to his senses, looked at the people on the stage with jealous eyes that almost condensed into substance, Ziling had no doubt that if their eyes could kill, the seven of them, including those within five meters of the surrounding area, would have been stabbed into a hornet's nest long ago.

On the opposite side of the arena are seven teenagers, from the four major families in the inner city, and their proud posture really makes Yunxi want to sprinkle his face, and maybe he can still have a human appearance with poison to fight poison. A few people with eyes already want to come forward and talk to Qing Wu.

"What are you doing? Are you going to intimidate us? Bing'er's soft voice was full of innocence and ignorance, but there was no fear in her tone, but it made people feel that the two Jiang family members were intimidating other little girls, and suddenly everyone's eyes were not good.

"No, nothing, just wanted to say hi." Jiang Wencai wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, grabbed the more impulsive Jiang Wenhua with one hand, and then went back to the other side, but he also received the contemptuous gaze of several temporary teammates. And by this time the battle had already begun on the field. The other party made a move was the little girl who spoke just now, dressed in a bright yellow dress, and did not take out any weapons in her hands, but she was able to fight against the eighth-order spirit saint sent out by her side.

Between the collision of brilliant spiritual skills, the yellow and gold in the air surged out, like a gorgeous firework, but it also implied endless danger.

Bing'er has rarely used spiritual power to fight against humans since her transformation, so Qingwu directly let her go on the field to try her touch.

The opponent is Sima Xiangfan of the Sima family, and he is also the strongest person in this team, he originally wanted to make a good start, after all, when the other party sent the people of the seventh order of the Spirit Saint, he felt that he had foreseen the victory, who knew that the other party's face was not red and out of breath after half a beat, but he felt that the spiritual power in his body was only one-third left, and the eighth order of the Spirit Saint could not beat the seventh order of the Spirit Saint? Joke!

The orange light flashed, and the figures of the two disappeared abruptly.

Yunxi didn't know when he took out an apple and nibbled happily; Ruoqing yawned boredly, leaning on Xi'er and falling asleep, the latter held her waist with one hand and stood straight, of course, looking at her eyes, obviously empty, I don't know what I was thinking; Ziling carefully observed the black and simple ring in her hand, as if she could see a flower after looking at it for a while, and her face was satisfied; The remaining two air-conditioned girls watched the battle on the field, but they couldn't see any expression on their faces.

Everyone was surprised, how could there be a kind of rush to stay out of the matter so leisurely? Aren't they competing?

Bing'er looked at the golden barrier around her, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, the legendary realm? Try to see how sturdy it is. Clenched his fist, inhaled, leaped up, and then the white little fist smashed on the golden barrier, silent for a while, and then saw that the fine lines on the barrier were like spider webs extending from the center of the falling fist, and finally spread the entire barrier, and after a miserable scream, it burst open, and Bing'er also reappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Bing'er smiled, the harmless-looking girl looked like a terrifying demon in Sima Xiangfan's eyes. The amount of flesh lì, the pure amount of flesh exploded his domain with one punch, is this a monster? No, it must be! Sima Xiangfan's injury was not serious, but his face was pale, and a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he was able to walk back by himself.

Although Qingwu didn't say anything, the tacit understanding of so many years was not in vain, and those toys were still waiting for Miss Ben to play, how could they startle the snake!

The next six people will be beaten by a punch if they can't survive five breaths at most, and they don't even have enough time to perform spiritual skills and domains, Qing Wu understands that this guy has played enough and found his touch, so he is impatient to consume with those people. The entire arena was accompanied by the muffled snort of another person flying out of the field and landing on the buttocks of the flat sand and wild goose, and the absolute explosiveness made the audience boil.

After clearing the customs alone, Bing'er was still refreshed and her breath was steady, as if she had just taken a walk.

"You can tell the results." Qingwu looked at Luo Ming, who was stunned, and reminded him loudly.

"Oh, oh, the silver fox wins!" Luo Ming hid his embarrassment and announced loudly. The shock in my heart was overwhelming, such a physical lì demon beast could not be compared with her, the seven people of the silver fox were really not simple.

Several people who were sitting and watching the battle began to exchange ears.

"Which one exactly?" The old man asked anxiously, he couldn't understand these complicated feelings.

"Well, it's hard to say. But no matter which one is very good, when did there be such an excellent junior in the division space, I don't know? The middle-aged man in blue had a deep face and a distant gaze, looking very stylish.

"Don't digress!" The old man sitting in the middle slapped the middle-aged man in blue on the back of the head, instantly shattering all his images, "Now nothing is as important as Qingran Boy!" Can't really be sure? ”

"Well, Dad, do you think it's going to be all?" The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi wondered.

"It's possible to say so, my kid is so good, and it should be admired by so many girls." The old man nodded silently, and there was a feeling of sudden enlightenment in his heart.

"Uh・・・・・・" The middle-aged man in blue choked, glanced at the old man, and stopped talking.

Unlike the number of people in the Spirit Venerable level, which took three days to compete, the number of Spirit Saints was much smaller, especially in the back, so only one day was arranged. In addition, even when it is dark, the arena has special lighting tools, which can be as bright as day.

Soon, the draw for the second round ended. Ziling took the sign without numbers and leisurely shook it in front of Jiang Wenya and the others, and returned to the preparation area under their gritted teeth and almost violent gaze, and sat on the carved chair that was placed at some point, the position in the first row, and sitting down did not affect the line of sight.

In addition to the bye of the Qing Dance team, there are thirteen groups of battles left. Jiang Wenya and the others were promoted again without accident, and at the same time, they attracted the attention of Qingwu and several people, and there was a young man with the word "Shen" embroidered on his sleeve, familiar Danfeng eyes, and some similar facial contours. The young man didn't seem to have the pride and pompousness of the children of the inner city, and his strength was not bad, the eighth order of the Spirit Saint, he directly defeated three people, and then he went down, and finally he was promoted.

Qing Wu and Ruoqing glanced at each other, and some things seemed to be on the agenda.