Duan Xiaomo stood beside Ling Chuxi and suddenly pulled the corner of Ling Chuxi's clothes.

"What's wrong, Xiaomo?" Ling Chuxi asked.

"I want to go." Duan Xiaomo said softly.

"You?" Ling Chuxi hesitated.

After this period of practice, Duan Xiaomo's big loose hand has become very proficient, but what puzzles Ling Chuxi is that she has never been able to see through Duan Xiaomo's battle qi strength, remembering that Cang Yuan once said that his foundation is too weak, that means that there should be a certain foundation, but Ling Chu can't see the depth of his strength, thinking about it, Ling Chuxi can only attribute this to the Tianji Danxin.

"Xiaomo, are you confident?" Ling Chuxi wanted Duan Xiaomo to have a little actual combat experience, which would be of great benefit to his strength improvement, but he didn't dare to let him take risks easily, so he asked uneasily.

"Yes." Duan Xiaomo's voice was still as flat as a glass of tepid boiled water, and he couldn't hear the slightest emotion.

But with Ling Chuxi's experience of getting along with him for so long, he knew that he rarely spoke, but every word he said was targeted, and if he said yes, then he must be full of confidence.

"Okay then." Ling Chuxi thought about it, since he was confident, let him try. Anyway, the young man on the field was only at the ninth level of battle qi, and he and Duan Feiyu, Ling Yichen Bailihan and others were all present, even if the young man couldn't hold back for a while, and a few of them intervened in time to stop it, it was impossible for Duan Xiaomo to be injured.

Moreover, Ling Chuxi was always a little curious in his heart, what was Duan Xiaomo's strength, and how amazing was Tianji Dan's heart?

At this time, Lan Xinyu had already walked to the field. After getting along all the way, Lan Xinyu and the others were already very familiar with the children of the Su family, and they unconsciously regarded themselves as members of the Jindan Sect, so no one had any opinions on her appearance.

However, Ling Chuxi glared at her fiercely, you are in the Great Perfection Realm, what are you fighting with a Ninth Layer of Battle Qi, is it really too abused, do you want to find some confidence in others?

"Blue Heart Rain, come down!" Ling Chuxi shouted angrily.

"What for?" Lan Xinyu glanced at Ling Chuxi dissatisfied.

"Come down, let Xiaomo get on." Ling Chuxi said.

"Xiaomo?" Although Lan Xinyu was a little reluctant to give this rare opportunity to justifiably abuse people, but when he heard that Duan Xiaomo wanted to come, he still retreated to the field, but he had some doubts in his heart, Xiaomo had only recovered for a long time, and he had not even been able to cultivate with Ling Chuxi for half a month.

Seeing Duan Xiaomo walking into the middle of the field, Duan Feiyu and the others were also shocked.

"Xiaomo, what are you doing here?" Duan Feiyu jumped into the middle of the field and pulled Duan Xiaomo to get off the field.

"I'm going to compete." Duan Xiaomo looked at Duan Feiyu's eyes and said flatly.

Looking at Duan Xiaomo's unfazed gaze, Duan Feiyu involuntarily stopped.

"Don't worry, he said he had confidence." Ling Chuxi said to Duan Feiyu.

"Well, be careful." Duan Feiyu touched Duan Xiaomo's head and said with concern. He also saw the strength of the young man opposite, as long as he was careful, Duan Xiaomo should not be in any danger.

"Nonsense, nonsense!" Duan Feiyu had passed this level, but Lu Chengfeng blew his beard and glared at him.

"No, no, the second son has only been getting better for a few days, how much cultivation can be done, it's just nonsense." Lu Chengfeng jumped onto the field and couldn't help but drag Duan Xiaomo away.