"Sister Purple Heart, it turns out that you are here. Let's go back quickly, the competition is almost over. ”

Murong Bing hurriedly pulled Qin Zixin and walked towards the venue of the competition, this ice beauty would be ruined if she continued like this.

"Wait, haven't found ...... yet"

Qin Zixin remembered that he was stirred up by Dugu Ling, and he hadn't found Zhuge Yan yet. Just as he was about to stop Murong Bing, who was about to stop, Qin Zixin's gaze was attracted by the white color of the ring.

Exhaling lightly, Qin Zixin secretly laughed at his confusion.

"Flying snow." The voice of the grass came from the front, and Qin Zixin remembered that he had said that he wanted to watch him compete well. Qin Zixin handed him the flying snow in his hand, and wanted to apologize to him, but saw that the grass smiled without incident.

Zhuge Yan disappeared suddenly, and he should have known about it. Thinking of this, Qin Zixin also let go of her uneasy heart. Looking intently at the ring, Zhuge Yan's hand was still empty, and Qin Zixin had always wondered what kind of weapon he was using.

The silent crowd shouted loudly for a while, and Zhuge Yan walked down coldly. Qin Zixin blinked, this is the end? He hasn't moved yet, Qin Zixin hasn't seen him do it.

Qin Zixin moved his gaze to the ring again, wasn't that dead wood actor of the Immortal Gate still standing upright......

"Fallen ......" The dead wood that was still standing just now slowly fell on top of the ring the moment Zhuge Yan stepped out of the ring.

"It's over."

Murong Bing's eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Zhuge Yan, and Qin Zixin was suddenly petrified on the spot. This is a earth-shattering competition of ghosts and gods, she didn't see the competition of the grass, and then she was tripped up by that Dugu Ling.

If you want to blame yourself, you can only blame yourself for not having eyes, Qin Zixin looked at everyone with envy and appreciation at Zhuge Yan with regret, and he could only make up for how exciting it was.

In the gap between everyone and the atmosphere just now, a pretty purple figure stood on the central ring.

"Dugu Ling of Forgotten Dust Villa, single-handedly challenge Qin Zixin, the master of the Xiaoyao Pavilion, and ask Your Excellency to give me advice!"

Qin Zixin raised her head in surprise, Dugu Ling's voice that obviously clenched her silver teeth was not loud, but it spread throughout the audience.

Dugu Ling stared at Qin Zixin with round apricot eyes and piercing eyes, there were only fifteen people in today's competition, plus Xue Lingqi, the general of the Zhenguo Sect away, was only sixteen. Now it's been two times, that's six, and there is just one ring left to make up the nine.

This little girl is the one who is not right, and it was not okay when she was in the backyard just now. It seems that this is really a needle in a woman's heart. Uh, I am also a woman, Qin Zixin shook her head and jumped into the ring with fluttering clothes.

Everyone has been invited, and I can't prevaricate. As the master of the first pavilion of the Xiaoyao Pavilion, she Qin Zixin will not lose a single point in momentum.

It's just that as soon as Qin Zixin came on stage, the audience was lively. This eldest lady of Forgotten Dust Villa is notoriously rude, and now she openly challenged the hidden Pavilion Master, should she say that she has commendable courage, or that she has no knowledge?

The other five people in the Xiaoyao Pavilion also looked at each other, when did Qin Zixin provoke the eldest lady of the Forgotten Dust Villa? Zhuge Yan took the lead in sitting down indifferently, and with Qin Zixin's performance in Xiaoyao Valley, he was not worried that she would lose to this eldest lady.

Xicao also looked at the ring for a long time, and Murong Bing and the other two also sat down when they saw this formation.