In the quarterfinals of the knockout round, at noon the next day, Yun Fenglan unexpectedly eliminated Gu Yan, who was also a fire-based spiritual energy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info【For more exciting novels, please visit】

Although Gu Yan unexpectedly progressed from the early stage of the fifth order to the middle of the fifth order due to the hard battles he fought against Yun Fenglan for several days, he was still defeated within three moves under the strength of Yun Fenglan's peak of the fifth order, coupled with the attack of her powerful fire psionic skill Flame * Burning River.

So far, Yun Fenglan has become the first person to enter the finals, and has also become the most optimistic favorite to win the championship in this competition.

"Sister is really amazing," Yun Fengju smiled flatteringly and poured Yun Fenglan a cup of tea, "Sister, it seems that the champion of this martial arts competition must be my sister." ”

Yun Fenglan's heart was proud for a while, but there was only an indifferent look on her face, "It's still far from winning the championship, no one from the Riling Kingdom called Kang Mo has known what the origin is until now, even if it is Daddy, he only knows that he is a closed disciple called the Sect Master of the Black Demon Sect, the peak of the fourth order, the ice system." There is no other news than that. ”

"He's just a fourth-order peak, sister, you're already a fifth-order peak, and you've also got the true inheritance of the Po Sa Shenni Ancestor, isn't it easy to deal with such a character?" Yun Fengju said with a smile.

"You're just sweet-mouthed." Yun Fenglan nodded at the tip of Yun Fengju's nose and said.

"Sister, what I said is true." Yun Fengju looked at Yun Fenglan with a serious face.

"Hehe, you little girl, when I get the invitation from the Royal Academy, I will definitely sponsor you, don't worry." Yun Fenglan said generously.

Yun Fengju was waiting for Yun Fenglan's words, and suddenly smiled, "Sister, you are so good, you are really my good sister." ”

Yun Fenglan smiled indifferently, "What did you say, we were originally a family." ”

In the afternoon, the sun hovers in the middle of the western sky, and bright sunlight fills the entire city of Yuzhao.

In the martial arts arena, Yun Ling and Dugu Qiongtian stood side by side.

Since the time of the contest must be mutually agreed upon by both parties, after the time chosen by Yun Ling and the time chosen by Kang Mo conflict, it is necessary to use guessing to decide who will choose the time to compete.

Luck is also part of strength, Wen Cang said.

"Yun Ling, how sure are you about dealing with Kang Mo?" Dugu Qiongtian was still a little worried.

"If it's really as I expected," Yun Ling looked at Dugu Qiongtian and smiled, "I'm ten percent sure." ”

Dugu Qiongtian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he still instructed uneasily, "Yun Ling, it's better to be careful, even if you can't win, you must not fight with your life, there will always be a way to get the Yin Yang Reforge Pill." ”

"I'm going to beat him." Yun Ling replied, and then walked forward to guess with Kang Mo and the others.

Walking to a miniature square in front of the viewing platform, Yun Ling and Kang Mo stood opposite each other. Yun Ling's clear eyes and Kang Mo's blood-red eyes looked at each other, and the two of them maintained a tacit understanding.

This miniature plaza rises slightly, originally a place where the host and royalty announce the progress of the match and the results of the match, but now serves as a place for two people to guess their fists, and all the movements of the two men are under the eyes of the judges and the aristocratic spectators of the viewing platform, in order to show fairness and justice.

It wasn't until he really stood in front of Kang Mo that Yun Ling felt the suffocating and depressing feeling that this person wrapped in black cloth gave him, as if Kang Mo was hiding a beast that chose people to devour, which made people tremble in their hearts.

Staring at Kang Mo's eyes, the corners of Yun Ling's mouth were faintly hooked, compared to the murderous aura, his hands were already stained with blood in two lifetimes, and the number of people he had killed was even more countless, and in terms of momentum alone, he didn't know how many times more than this fourteen-year-old Kang Mo. It's just that Yun Ling has already learned to restrain his momentum, just like a ripe ear of rice will hang down to the ground, the sharper the knife, the deeper it will hide.

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