ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

Ask yourself, who can carry such a powerful triple heavenly thunder like Yan Hui, and still be able to stand and speak?!

Most people don't have that confidence.

Ma Qichang waved his hand lightly, and immediately two gentlemen flew out, bringing out the exhausted Yan Hui from the pit.

In this battle, Mu won beautifully, and Yan Hui was defeated.

In people's hearts, in addition to their admiration for these two people, they also yearn for the Firmament Academy that is far away on another continent.

Just two students are already so powerful, and the strength of that academy is self-evident.

Zitong didn't look at Yan Hui, her eyes were just focused on Mu.

Yan Hui has been defeated, the next battle will be the battle between her and Mu, this young man is strong, she knows better than anyone else, if it is her, can she withstand his four heavenly thunders?!

No, Purple Hitomi knew that she couldn't.

However, that doesn't mean she's going to lose.

Who said that it must be carried hard?!

The two gentlemen brought Yan Hui, who was as pale as paper, back to the guest room to recuperate, and Ma Qichang stood up with a smile.

"In the first game, Mu wins!" His eyes gently fell on the young man who had just won the victory, but there was no joy in his eyes, and he was still as calm as ever, Ma Qichang said gently, "Do you need to rest for a while?!" ”

This question is not excessive.

The battle just now, although it was short, but the strength of the four heavenly thunders was very consuming of spiritual power and star power, and he had participated in two games successively, and he had the information to ask for a rest.

"Not necessarily."

The pastor responded calmly.

"Okay." Ma Qichang nodded lightly, "The first battle, Mu vs. Purple Pupil." ”

"President, be careful." Ye He reminded in a low voice behind the purple pupil.

"Miss, don't take it hard." The purple disciple also spoke.

He could see that Mu's strength was not something that Purple Pupil could face directly.

This battle will inevitably be a difficult battle, and the two of them can't help but sweat for Zitong.

Of course, it was not only them who were worried about the purple pupils, but also Lan Mo, Xu Dali and the Great Elder, as well as the admirers of the purple pupils in the audience.

They were looking forward to the excitement of this battle, but they couldn't help but be a little worried about Zitong.

Yan Hui has already lost just now, can this beautiful girl have a chance to win?!

"Don't worry, I'll do my best, but I won't be strong."

Purple Pupil smiled comfortingly back at the two of them, and walked to the opposite side of the pastor.

"Purple pupils!" Lan Mo couldn't help but worry in the end, and got up from the chair, "Just do your best, don't force it." ”

The old man's sentence, although it sounds a little frustrating to his own spirit, is concerned between the lines.

But after only knowing each other for two days, he cared so much about himself, although Zitong guessed the twists and turns, he still felt a little grateful in his heart, and smiled at him at the moment, "Grandpa, don't worry, I know." ”

Lan Mo sat back in his chair, just nervously watching the battle situation, Lan Yinshui, who was sitting next to him, his eyes also swept over Mu's body and fell on Zitong's body, and there was also appreciation in his eyes.

I have seen the battle just now, and I have seen with my own eyes that Mu is so powerful, Zitong stood opposite him, but he was still like an ancient well, not to mention winning or losing, just this courage and calmness are already worthy of his recognition.

Stopped, Purple Pupil and Mu fought across the pit.

Looking at the young man who had experienced life and death together twice, Zi Tong slowly grimaced, "Are you ready?!" ”

Mu moved his gaze in her direction, his gaze still not too focused, "It's you, right?" ”