Especially noticed that not far from the competition platform, Lan Yingxiao, who was looking at him poisonously, Jiuxi's heart sank. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

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"Your Excellency, you don't need to tell ......" Old Bodhi's words were interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Xi'er's talent and identity should not be exposed, I was careless, and I haven't reminded her."

Just now, Old Man Mu obviously found out about Jiuxi's situation, if he hadn't made a quick move, I was afraid that he would be in big trouble.

And Lan Shaojie, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, saw Jiuxi come to the stage, and the whole person tensed.

Jiuxi frowned, quietly looking at all this in his eyes.

"You shouldn't have come up!" Lan Shaojie held the sword in his arms in front of him, thinking of his mother who was sick in bed, his eyes gradually became firm, and he made up his mind.

Only at that moment, Jiuxi could clearly feel that Lan Shaojie's whole person's momentum had changed.

Like a sword in his hand, sharp and shining.

Lan Yingxiao was offstage, proudly hooking the corners of her mouth, as if she had seen the scene of Jiuxi's head in a different place.

Thinking of Nangong Nana, who disappeared at home, and thinking of the goddess in his mind, she was miserable and crazy.

Lan Yingxiao looked at Jiuxi's eyes, and her viciousness seemed to have turned into substance, wanting to kill Jiuxi.

"Oh? Why? After refining the Blood Lotus Pill, Jiuxi's face was ruddy, and there was no trace of injury, only Jiuxi himself knew that at this time, his strength had regressed to only thirty percent.

Lan Shaojie was puzzled, didn't he say that he was injured and only had one breath left?

After thinking about it, he threw his doubts out of his mind again.

He didn't think that Jiuxi, who was only eight years old, could be stronger than himself, although he knew that she was not a waste material who was not even a martial artist as others said.

Thinking of this, Lan Shaojie held the sword in one hand, his black eyes stared straight at Jiuxi, sharp as a knife, and a fierce momentum slowly emanated from his body.

Dark yellow fighting qi gushed out, wrapping around both arms.

It turned out to be the intermediate level of the Yellow Order Great Martial Master, and his strength at the peak was no more than that.

"It's amazing! Sword Cultivation. Qi Yan looked at Lan Shaojie with some appreciation, sword cultivation was already hard, but he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he was able to cultivate like this.

"Come on!" Jiuxi knew that this battle was inevitable.

The sword that came with Lan Shaojie's swing.

Jiuxi's right fist gradually wrapped the upper layer, a faint flame that seemed black and white.

"Bang!" The flames collided with the shadow of the sword, and from the soles of their feet, rising flames.

The two figures paused, and then hurriedly retreated.

Jiuxi's purple eyes faintly flashed bloodthirsty excitement, suppressing the blood in his throat.

"Come again!" Jiuxi clenched his hands into fists and rushed out again, wrapping Xiao Huo'er's fist, in addition to the scorching temperature, there was also a strong strength, which was a few points stronger than just now.

Lan Shaojie also faintly noticed that Jiuxi gave him the feeling that he was an opponent of equal strength.

The sword in his hand danced only a phantom, completely covering his body.

With the collision of the two momentums, the waves of qi formed in an instant spread out on the competition platform, and even the audience who was slightly closer to the competition platform could feel the slight heat.

"What's going on!" Duanmu, who was standing on the referee's side and hadn't left yet, frowned in unison, saying that it would be good if he lost this game, why did he work so hard.

"Little girl, this is ......" Duanmu Cang was a little worried, Jiuxi's reaction was very abnormal.

"Only 30% recovered." Old Man Mu's words made the people around him fall into deep thought.

-- Three watches, and, at 22:30 --