Lin Qinghe quietly looked at the four people who were fighting on the field, they were Nangong Jin of the Nangong family, who ranked first among the top ten, Feng Feifei of the Zifeng family, who ranked second, Dong Tianpeng of the Xiaoyao family, who ranked third, and Bai Yunfei of the iron-blooded family.

All the people below thought that Lin Qinghe would choose Dong Tianpeng, after all, there had already been a fight between them, and Lin Qinghe won, but it was Feng Feifei and Bai Yunfei who lost.

According to observation, Bai Yunfei should be more powerful than Feng Feifei, so Lin Qinghe chose Feng Feifei very carefully.

If Feng Feifei is defeated, then Lin Qinghe will successfully advance to the top three.

Master Leng's hands couldn't help but tremble slightly, how many years, how many years has their Linglong family been in decline, I remember the competition ten years ago, the Linglong family actually didn't have rookies to play, and the people were really not prosperous, twenty years ago, Leng Qingyun played and only won the top fifteen.

Since then, the Linglong family has been in a slump, if it weren't for the fact that it was still a little brilliant in the hands of the old man before, after so many years, although the Linglong family has been ranked tenth, but after all, it has not been squeezed out.

Now, the old man finally sees hope again.

The Linglong family is finally a successor, no matter how close this person is, even if he is directly killed, it doesn't matter. Compared with the fate of the Linglong family, his old life is really nothing.

However, Feng Feifei is really not a character to provoke, otherwise she would not have fought all the way to the present.

It can be said that none of the five people on the field are easy to provoke, no matter who they are, they are all leaders in the younger generation.

Lin Qinghe looked at Feng Feifei lightly, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and said, "Miss Feng, please." ”

The voice is neither salty nor light, neither humble nor overbearing, although it is cold, but it is not polite, and people can't find fault with it at all.

Feng Feifei glanced at Lin Qinghe coldly, his eyes were full of contempt, and said, "Please." ”

Regarding Lin Qinghe's (cold as frost) life experience, she has probably heard a general idea from the gossip of others, so she doesn't have a very good impression of Lin Qinghe, so although she just said a word of invitation, she can still hear the contempt in her heart.

Lin Qinghe didn't care at all, her eyes flowed gently, and she gently pulled the white silk in her hand, and the glow surged, reflecting her snow-like face, making her look like a fairy who doesn't eat fireworks in the world.

Feng Feifei's weapon is a long whip, this long whip is different from the long whip Lin Qinghe used before, the tip of this long whip is a snake head, and when it dances, the long whip is really like a snake.

Lin Qinghe looked at the long whip in her hand, and suddenly remembered her black water divine whip, but, in comparison, she preferred the white silk in her hand, the five-colored glow, which was really beautiful.

Feng Feifei didn't speak, he directly waved the long whip in his hand, and a strong whip wind swept over, Lin Qinghe hurriedly took a step back slightly, now she is very well-behaved, before she knows the strength of the enemy, she is cautious and cautious, because a little carelessness may be defeated.

In terms of playing style, she is definitely conservative, taking retreat as advance, never rushing to attack, and always regards her opponent as better than her.